Fuu lay naked on the ground, her hair a mess of twigs and leaves and knots.
Her skin covered in sweat, started to shiver as the cold night air began to engulf her.
Her throat was soar after screaming for hours on end. Skin was packed under her nails from scratching her oppressor. She looked up to the sky, slowly coming out of her daze, as she began to realize that she was very much alone in the forest.
Naked.
Cold.
And alone. Even momo had left her.
She didn't want to move-her back ached from being pressed and forced into the dirt and stones. Between her legs, she felt as if she had been ripped apart repeatedly.
Why was she still alone? Her mind still couldn't comprehend anything-still feeling the after effects of her attack. Where was Mugen when you needed him?
She looked to her side and saw her pink kimono-dirty and thrown to the side. She was so cold, but she wasn't sure if it was even worth it to grab and wrap up in. Not after what had just happened to her. Not with what could happen to her. Why was she still alone?
Damnit, Mugen left 10 minutes ago to go get some more sake and she wanted to experience it all over again. He was her first and after that she was damned if he wasn't going to giver her a second that night.
