The Torture of Harumiya Suzuhi
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Gatou the Torturer is the main focus of this chapter, and how his actions bleed into Shin'en's mind, bringing with them stress, which furthers the Breaking Point.
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"The organization that I was working for required information, information that was stored in the mind of a tight-lipped fifteen-year-old girl with a generous amount of pain tolerance."
Shin'en Yūrei, chapter 81 of Backup Plan
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December 18, 1011 A.S.
Shin'en's eleventh birthday came and went in the blink of an eye, and the only celebration there was involved a mission to blow up a struggling settlement so a real estate tycoon could use the land to build a resort.
Other than that, it was the usual killings, with Yagura contracting the Ghosts to end a battle between some greenhorns and more experienced Rebel soldiers, knowing that the five ninja would kill everyone present, regardless of affiliation. As such, sacrificing some idiot kids in exchange for several strong Rebel shinobi was a worthy exchange in Yagura's mind, and Shin'en's blood boiled at having done a mission for the short dictator.
Anyway, that was two months ago.
Now it was approaching the end of December, and the Ghosts had captured an informant that allegedly had intel regarding a highly illegal sex operation, and it was Mei Terumi herself that had ordered Yūrei to interrogate the informant, as it was her order for the ninja to find this sex operation, and shut it down.
Miles away from the hideout, in their torture dungeon, Yūrei had the informant tied to a table, a sensory deprivation device on their head, and a full-body straight jacket covering their figure. While no one could've been able to tell the gender of the person due to all the coverings, Shin'en's hydro-sensing, acute enough to feel the water inside of organic cells, knew this person to be a female in her mid-teens.
"Alright," Arashi said to the demigod. "She's all yours, kid."
In the torture chamber, there were several dozen jugs of water ready to go.
Shin'en nodded, and then went very still. He suddenly shuddered, and his body warped into the exact same shape it was before.
Gatou stretched his arms over his head and arched his back with an exaggerated yawn. "Oh, God almighty, I thought he had forgotten about me. So, if I'm out, I take this little gem is mine to play with?"
"Mm-hm," Arashi hummed.
"Cool. Is this a real interrogation, or are we making a scare-video for someone?"
"Real interrogation. She allegedly has information regarding a sex ring that revolves around children below the age of twelve."
"Oh, pedophilia. Old news. What I want to see is a sex ring revolving around old people and Viagra, just to mix things up."
"Give it enough time, and I'm sure we'll find one eventually."
"One can only hope. So," Gatou clapped his hands together, "did y'all want to stay here and watch, or were y'all going to go do something else?"
"There are some other things we need to do elsewhere," Arashi answered. "Take your time, and we'll see if the information she gives is accurate after you get it."
"Got'cha. Have fun doing whatever it is you guys do when not watching me make torture porn."
Yūrei left Gatou to do his thing, none of them really interested in watching an eleven-year-old boy torture a teenage girl literally to death, and then resuscitate her every time he goes overboard.
The Torturer aspect of Shin'en's personality grabbed the clipboard with a paper attached that had some rudimentary information, and he took off the sensory deprivation device on the girl. She wasn't knocked out, and with he device off, her brown hair and eyes became visible.
She looked at Gatou and sighed in relief. "Oh, good. It's just a kid this time. I suppose we'll be together for a few hours until your mommy comes and takes you away for either your potty break or your diaper change."
Gatou snorted, then hit the girl across the jaw with the clipboard.
Then he started reading off it. "Name: Harumiya Suzuhi."
He hit her across the jaw again.
"Gender: female."
He hit her again.
She grinned with bloodstained teeth due to her gums being busted. "Gender is a concept."
Gatou hit her with the clipboard. "I agree. It's a simple one with two parts."
He hit her.
"Age: fifteen."
Gatou slapped that clipboard across Harumiya's face like there was no tomorrow. He proceeded to list other facts from the paper on the clipboard, punctuating each one with a blow, until he ran out of things to say and then slapped Harumiya so hard that he broke the clipboard.
Blood was dripping frivolously from her lips, as they and the gums had both been busted open by the blunt force. To her credit, Harumiya looked unphased by the attacks.
"So," Gatou said, "now that I know who you are, it's only fair that you know who I am…eh, fuck fairness. You've got information that I want, and I'm going to get it."
"Well, we don't always get what we want, kiddo. So sorry."
Behind his mask, Gatou's grin matched the painted smile. "I agree, but you see…the sooner you tell me everything you know about the Sunny-Side Up Children's Home, the sooner you don't have to worry about me."
Gatou held up a hammer and a set of nails.
"First question: does that place really traffic children into the sex trade?"
"I don't know, maybe."
Gatou chuckled and placed the nail at Harumiya's kneecap, and brought the hammer down three times, plunging the nail all the way up to the surface into Harumiya's leg. Each strike came with a pained yell. Gatou moved to the other side, and had another nail ready to go.
Harumiya was breathing heavily, blood dripping down her leg, sweat beading across her forehead.
"Right, let's stick to simple yes or no answers. So, orphanage, kids, sex trade, yes or no?"
Harumiya clamped her mouth shut.
Gatou shrugged, and hammered a nail into the girl's other kneecap, making her scream.
"Whew, that looked like it really hurt. You should know I'm going to keep nailing you until I get my answers, and you should know that if you lie to me, what I do next will be so much worse, but if you tell me the truth, I can make all the pain go away, and you can continue your life as it was going. Or I can just kill you at the end and bring all your suffering to a close. Your choice. So, orphanage, kids, sex trade, yes or no?"
Harumiya kept quiet.
"Damn, you are tight-lipped. But why though? What could possibly drive you to protect a sex ring revolving around children?"
No answer was given, so Gatou kept probing, analyzing heartrate, chemical levels in the bloodstream, and facial tics.
"Is it a sibling you're protecting? A brother and/or sister that's caught in the trade? Is it a parent? A friend? A lover? A pet?"
Harumiya gave nothing away.
"Is there a Curse Mark on you? Is there a Sealing jutsu you've been branded with that prevents you from answering questions about the orphanage?"
Nothing.
"Have you been brainwashed?"
Something.
"Have you been conditioned since birth to completely and utterly loyal to those you serve?"
Harumiya's heart skipped a beat, and either she was very, very skilled in giving false bodily signals, or Gatou had just struck gold. He decided to think positively, and moved on.
"Now that's a real fucking shame. If you were protecting someone or had a Curse Mark, we could've very well reached an agreement, but since you're keeping that mouth shut out of loyalty, I'll just have to pry it open with pain."
Harumiya slowly turned her head to look Gatou in the designs of his mask.
"Do your worst, you little bastard. I've been trained to resist pain and torture since I could walk. There's nothing you can do to me that hasn't been done already."
Silence pervaded the chamber at the declaration, before Gatou chuckled something so deep that the light flickered.
"I'll take that as a challenge. Here's what we're going to do: I'm going to take as long as I need to break you, and once you're broken, we'll get back to the questioning. Sound good?"
"Sound fucking great."
Gatou smiled savagely under his mask. "Then let's get started."
He had six nails in total, two of which were already in Harumiya's knees, and so he took two more and hammered them into her shin, walked over and did the same to the other leg, breaking bone like it was glass. All the while Harumiya screamed in pain, but Gatou wasted no time with questions.
True to his word, he was going to break the girl. He was going to inflict every kind of pain he could think of, probably even come up with new pains. And he was going to enjoy it, for he was Gatou the Torturer, a split personality made for the sole purpose of torturing people, and bearing the whole brunt of the guilt and trauma associated with inflicting such terrible pain on people.
But there couldn't be any guilt or trauma when you were doing something you enjoyed.
With the nails imbedded in Harumiya's bones, Gatou produced a serrated knife one would typically use for cutting steaks at the dinner table, and tore free the straight jacket from around the teen's nether regions, and he held the knife in reverse grip. Without a laugh, he started sawing away at Harumiya's vulva, using chakra to make the knife rapidly go up and down without having to make any motion himself.
Harumiya howled in agony as she was mutilated, but she couldn't move due to the paralysis seal. She could scream just fine, though, obviously. Gatou mercilessly sawed all through the entirety of Harumiya's vaginal structure, going all the way up to just below her belly button. The girl's head was lolling about, her eyes drooping shut, and she was muttering nonsense.
She was close to passing out, and then dying.
Gatou slapped her cheek. "Hey now, no quitting on me just yet. We've got a long way to go before we're done."
With dilating pupils and bloodshot eyes, Harumiya was able to hold Gatou's gaze. "Go fuck yourself…" she muttered with surprising cohesiveness.
Then her eyes shut and she stilled.
The demigod tilted his head to the side. With a bit of hydrokinesis, he busted open one of the water jugs and brought a quart over. He then willed it to mend the damage to Harumiya's vulva, speed up her marrow's production of red blood cells, and clear her bloodstream of adrenaline and endorphins, effectively revitalizing her.
Harumiya jolted awake with a sharp gasp. Her eyes darted around, and eventually she found Gatou again, and she swallowed. "What just…?"
"Put it this way: you are in Hell, and I am the Devil. Welcome, child, to what I affectionately refer to as Round Dos."
Gatou held up the hammer, and hooked the teeth around one of the nails—all six of which were still imbedded in Harumiya's legs—and declared: "Let us begin."
And then Gatou started yanking the nails out of Harumiya's legs one by one, and she screamed and screamed, and produced enough sweat to fill a bathtub. After Gatou had pulled out all the nails, he ripped away the straight jacket covering Harumiya Suzuhi's chest, exposing her breasts to the warm air of the torture chamber, and he hammered a nail each directly into each of her nipples, and hammered the other four into strategic places about the teen's breast.
With a cackle, Gatou grabbed one of the nails and started jimmying it around, which made the other two nails move as well, the result of his placement. Harumiya screamed and wanted nothing more than to thrash, but he body was locked in place by Arashi's Seal.
She was completely immobile.
Gatou then implemented a battery-powered hair trimmer, and he started going to town on Harumiya's breasts, jamming the rapidly moving little blades into the sensitive fat, leaving dozens of little cuts with the impaled nails. After he got bored with that, he grabbed the whole globe of flesh, slick with copious amount of blood, and pulled it taught. Then he channeled a bit of wind chakra to the hair trimmer and started the agonizing process of sheering Harumiya's breast clean from her body. Then he went for the other one.
The girl howled and howled and howled even more.
Gatou just tossed the bloody orbs of flesh over his shoulder like they were rotten apples, and they landed with a very wet splish. Then he commanded more water to him, and he used it to heal all the damage he had done, regenerating Harumiya's breasts, evening out her bloodstream, and assisting her bone marrow in creating red blood cells.
"Round San," Gatou intoned happily.
He brandished a power drill, and its shrill whine brought terror to Harumiya, but she dared not speak, dared not betray her masters.
Even as the drill made holes in all parts of her body, her legs, her arms, her stomach, her chest, even her cheeks, she never broke. Even as her being screamed and screeched and wanted death to come and end this torture, she remained resilient. The reason for this was her training and her teaching.
She had been born and bread for the sole purpose of carrying information, and as such, had been conditioned to resist all kinds of tortures and pains, even taught to find pleasure in pain, so that she would never break, bend, or yield to interrogators.
The main problem here was that she had never been with an interrogator—of which there had been several—that could heal all her wounds, meaning he could go as far as he wanted with her, and always bring her back. That thought alone was enough to break most people, as Gatou had only ever gotten to Round San before breaking his target, and it almost broke Harumiya, but her will was strengthened by the comforting thought that no matter what she experienced, she would be healed, and she would not be killed.
She took it as a challenge, really, as with all her previous torturers, to outlast them, and she buckled herself down to outlast the horror that was Gatou.
He dipped his gloved hands into a mixture of salt and lemon juice, and started rubbing her up and down all over, spreading blood all over her body, agitating the dozens of bloody holes that littered her skin and broke her bones. Harumiya screamed, but know she was hoarse, as Gatou had not healed her raw vocal chords, so instead of the high-pitched shriek, there was only the rough sound of exhalation.
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At the eighteen hour mark, Gatou was getting…not frustrated, not angered, not annoyed…but excited.
The eleven-year-old psychopath was giddy.
He was on Round 18, and employing things he had never thought of before, and now Harumiya wasn't so much an informant to be tortured for information, but a scratching post upon which to test out new techniques.
For example, did you know that if you get a pair of pliers, and grab hold of the clitoris, and start to twist and pull, you can actually rip the nerve bundle clean from the body?
Gatou didn't, but now he did.
The Torturer produced a cigarette lighter—the long version—and a bottle of liquid laundry detergent. "You know, I have always wanted to try this, since a lot of people use it as a threat—stikcing something up someone's ass, typically a lighter or a shotgun, and then lighting it or shooting it. Let's find out what happens!"
Gatou flipped Harumiya over on the table, and dipped the lighter into the detergent. "Now, since your ass is probably really tight, I'm gonna use some lube. Unfortunately, the lube I'm using is liquid soap, and soap does this awesome thing where it kills bacteria, and the inside of your ass is just teeming with bacteria. More bacteria than the amount of human beings have ever been on the planet since we got here. In short, this is going to burn a lot, and I'm not talking about the fire."
Gatou took the lighter, the extended tip tripping with liquid detergent, and he unceremoniously began raping Harumiya's backside with it, pushing the stick inside her rear. Her throat was far too raw to make any substantial noise, but she was screaming in her mind. The invasion itself was just uncomfortable, as the lighter was very small in diameter and didn't stretch anything out to such a level that it caused pain. No, what really hurt was the soap, because Gatou was right.
There were trillions of microscopic bacteria living in our butts, and soap was made to kill bacteria. Not only that, but the tissue inside was very sensitive, and laundry detergent was very unforgiving.
Still, the burning of the detergent was nowhere near as bad as when Gatou managed to get the lighter to ignite inside Harumiya's asshole, literally setting her insides aflame.
Had she been able to move, she would certainly have been thrashing with everything she had.
Gatou whistled a merry little tune, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," to be exact, the very first Christmas song Shin'en had ever heard. He had heard it almost a year ago now, when he had dreamt in on the holy night with Sally and Persephone. Gatou whistled this song as he pumped the lighter in and out of Harumiya, just casually burning her insides to a melted goo.
He eventually decided to come to a stop, deciding he had marinated Harumiya enough, and so he pulled the lighter out, the action being accompanied by a strange wet sound that he would never forget, and the spillage of some liquid mass that smelled absolutely revolting.
"So, does the Sunny-Side Up Children's Home traffic their kids into the sex trade?" Gatou asked.
And to his infinite surprise, Harumiya rasped out very weakly, "G-Go f-f-f-f-fu-fu-fu…go…fuck…your…your-your…ahhhh…"
She let out a final breath as her body was unable to take the punishment anymore. Gatou grinned savagely.
"What a treat…"
He took the last gallon of water that he had available to him, and dumped the whole jug all over Harumiya, running all the water up and down her form. This divine water power truly made Gatou a miracle worker, because he had done so many things to the girl.
He had chopped off her limbs, sawed through her bones, flayed her skin, peeled out her teeth with pliers, scooped out her eyes, ripped out her tongue, mutilated her genitals, poured salt and vinegar into all open areas, poured acid on her, melted her face, shoved electrical wires into her orifices and lit her up like a Christmas tree…all this and more, and despite all the damage he had done, he had healed all of it.
Every cut, every burn, every abrasion, all missing skin, tissues, organs, blood, etc., all taken care of with water and literal godlike power.
Jesus Christ would've been proud of Gatou's healing work.
And horrified and the need for such work.
Now the Torturer was at a block in the road. He had indeed come up with many new tortures, and he had employed them all, but now Harumiya still maintained her defiance after all this, and Gatou was having to bring up a drawing board on what to do next.
He was interrupted by Arashi walking in, and snorted when the main came to an abrupt halt at the sight.
Harumiya naked on the table, water and blood steadily dripping down the drain in the floor, dozens of tools all soaked in blood, and the ungodly smell of bodily insides reeking in the air.
"You've been in here for almost twenty hours. Tell me you've succeeded in getting something."
"Well," Gatou said kinda sheepishly, "this bitch has got a will of adamantium, and I haven't broken her, but I guess it's not a total loss, because I came up with new torture methods!"
Arashi stared at the little psychopath. "You've been in here for eighteen hours, and the only thing you have to show for it is new torture methods?"
"…yes."
Arashi stared for a little bit longer. Then he said, "You're losing your touch."
"Am not!" Gatou yelled.
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
"Eighteen hours."
"So? She's strong."
"She's fifteen and a hundred and twenty-three pounds."
"And? You're six-foot-five and almost two hundred and thirty pounds! I bet you'd be able to handle me!"
Gatou flushed a little under his mask, and he could feel the raised brow from Arashi.
"That came out wrong," the Torturer said quietly.
"Indeed, it did. Come on. Time for a regroup."
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Harumiya was asleep, and had been sense Gatou healed her last, and so she did not get to partake in the sweet feeling of victory that came with having succeeded in outlasting another interrogator, this one for eighteen hours.
She was awoken by the gentle caress of soft skin, and she opened her eyes to see another masked person, this one with orange hair sprouting from her head. Accompanying this new person was a plate of food adorned with pasta, a healthy dollop of refried beans, two slices of whole grain bread, and a bowl of blueberries and oranges, along with a large glass of juice, apple by the smell.
Harumiya gave the orangette a flat stare. "You think I'm going to eat nay of that? It's poisoned."
The orangette tilted her head to the side. "Why do you think its poisoned?"
"Because," Harumiya said shortly, "that's how these things work. You physically assault me, wearing me down, and then you send in the sympathetic and caring person who I'm supposed to like and get comfortable with due to a kind exterior and offerings of charity. It won't work with me."
The orangette laughed, and it was beautiful sound, full of mirth and joy, no malice or cruelty.
"Sweetheart, I've got to say you are right, but we're not doing things like that. You just went eighteen hours with the world's foremost torturer, the only person that can damage you any way he wants and then heal it all so he can start over anew. You are the only person to resist him, and for that he wants you at your best for the next round, so he can try again with new techniques. You're hungry, thirsty, and tired, and Gatou wants you at full strength for what comes next. Besides, you're a strong girl, but even you have your limits, and you're clearly dedicated to keeping your secrets…"
The orangette leaned in close.
"You think you'll remain strong on an empty stomach? Just how important are those secrets, kiddo?"
Harumiya weighed the pros and cons, and then opened her mouth to be fed.
For the next ten minutes, the orangette gave the teen her needed sustenance, feeding her everything. The pasta, the bread, the fruits, the beans, and all the juice.
After the eating was over, the orangette tied new restraints onto Harumiya, and then made a Hand Seal. The girl was pulled into a spread-eagle shape, and suspended off the table she had been placed on. The table was wheeled away, and then the orangette made another Seal, and then Harumiya's legs were forces to cross at the ankles, and her arms to fold over her chest. She was left in this position, her toes less than an inch from the drain holes in the floor, suspended in the air.
"Prepare yourself," the orangette advised. "The second round begins now."
She left, shutting the door behind her.
Harumiya did indeed prepare, readying herself mentally for whatever Gatou had come up with…but he never showed…but it did get hot in the chamber. Very hot. It had to be over a hundred degrees in the chamber, and it was making Harumiya break out in a sweat. It didn't help that her body was pulled so tight together, with her legs and arms crossed and pressed against her skin.
She assumed this was Gatou's tactic, trying to let her marinate in the heat before coming after her, and she buckled down. She ignored the sweat dripping almost profusely off her, pooling on the floor. She noticed how none of it was draining out like her blood had done previously, and assumed that the drain was blocked.
She maintained her readiness.
It felt like hours passed, and Harumiya was experiencing pains in her bladder. She needed to release. It felt like more hours passed of her trying to hold it, and eventually she just figured why peeing herself was any worse than anything that had already happened, and just let go. The urine flowed down her crossed legs, sliding all the way down to rapidly drip from her toes, joining the puddle of sweat.
After she finished, Harumiya let out a small sigh at the relief that came with relaxing a clenched muscle.
The temperature stayed at its hundred, possibly higher, and the girl continued to poor sweat from her body, but she was starting to feel the effects of dehydration. She peed again after a time, but a new problem arose, originating from her backside. Harumiya scowled, feeling insulted by these supposed new tactics of slowly cooking her, and making her soil herself.
She was probably going to have to let go eventually, but she swallowed hard and readied herself for a battle of attrition. It felt like an eternity passed, for it was hard to tell in this brightly lit chamber with nothing happening besides her sweating, sweating made all the worse by the effort she was exerting in keeping her ass together, and for a time it felt like she won.
The pressure in her rear lessened, her body finally getting the message that now wasn't the time, and Harumiya started the waiting game once more, only this time it felt just that much hotter, because her body was running low of fluids, which meant that the heat couldn't escape from her through her sweat.
More hours seemingly passed, and the pressure returned, this time with a vengeance. Harumiya fought the battle as best she could, but overcoming the mind was one thing, overcoming the body was another, and this time, her body did not yield to her mind.
Perhaps it wouldn't have been that bad if she had released the first time she felt the need, but now, with her body so low on liquid, and all that fiber that she didn't know had been in her food, it hurt. She was constipated in the first place, but now her body was actively forcing the waste out, and too many factors were combing for a disaster.
Harumiya had been raped before, and she had gotten pregnant from it, and she had given natural birth. No anesthetics, no pain killers, nothing. Just a midwife's fingers spreading her cervix open, telling her to push, and push she had. It had been one of the most painful experiences in her life.
The point of telling that small story was to provide factual basis when Harumiya said that she knew what giving birth felt like.
So when she said it felt like she was giving birth out of her ass, she knew exactly what she was talking about.
Minutes later, the fowl smell raping her nostrils, Harumiya was panting hard, which wasn't good given the climate she was in. Her head was swimming and her vision dancing, and she could already feel the swollen veins around her anus, and inside. That whole ordeal had left her hemorrhoids, due to the muscular exertion of lack of moisture to aid in a smooth void. And during the whole thing she hadn't been able to move, and given her position, she could feel her waste strike the backs of her legs, and that feeling was just grody and made her want to vomit.
The smell certainly didn't help.
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In Harumiya's mind, it had to have been a week already. Unfortunately for her, it had only been a day since the last time she had been fed, and her body had forced out one more round. She hoped she would become nose blind to the rancid stink, but that was not the case for her. No, she spent twenty-four hours drowning in the smell of sweat, pee, poop, and body odor, all of it accentuated by hundred-degree heat.
She could also still feel the little bulbs around her asshole, and they were unhappy at the pressure being exerted on them by her clasped glutes, but she couldn't move, and there was nothing she could do about. Speaking of, she felt cramps around her body from being locked in the position she was, and she really wanted nothing more than five minutes of stretching outside this stinky chamber.
Then, for the first time in a whole day, the door to her residence opened, and in game Gatou, the orangette, a blonde, a greenette, and a man with a heart-shaped pompadour, all of them wearing black outfits and grinning white masks.
"Hi," Gatou chirped. "You really made it stink in here."
Harumiya scowled, hungry, thirsty, dehydrated, and a smelly mess, all due to several factors.
Gatou went around, and Harumiya swallowed when he peeled apart her ass.
"Holy damn!" the Torturer exclaimed. "Not only does it smell like ass back here, but look t the size of these damn things!"
Harumiya heard the greenette say to blonde, "Gee, I wonder why it smells like ass?"
The blonde snickered.
The pompadour and the orangette joined Gatou in examining Harumiya's swollen anus, and the girl paled slightly when she heard a deep, distorted voice intone, "We'll have to operate immediately. Gatou, get your tools."
And operate they did.
Gatou took a blade and split apart each hemorrhoid, using multiple cuts to make sure all the blood could be drained out. He went the extra mile, squeezing each hemorrhoid like they were pimples. Those experiences, the cutting and the squeezing, weren't near as bad as when he started suturing using a needle and thread more commonly used for clothing than surgery.
Harumiya didn't have the faintest idea why, but this whole episode seemed to hurt a lot more than all the other things, and she could distinctly recall having her face melted by acid. Of course, what she didn't know was that the food she had eaten a day ago had been laced with a chemical that practically set her pain receptors ablaze, heightening her body's susceptibility to pain.
Due to the nature of the chemical, it had yet to work itself out of her system with her sweat and waste.
After the whole ordeal was over, Harumiya was left a shaking, trembling mess, her lips cracked and eyes dried out from the last vestiges of water in her body leaving through her tears. Her bottom was sending more signals of pain than her entire body was during the time Gatou had poured boiling water all over her raw skin, boiling water that had been mixed with copious amounts of salt.
Harumiya was left to stew in her agony and smells by herself for another smattering of hours, before she was visited again by the orangette, once again bearing a plate of food and a glass of juice that was high in fiber, not that Harumiya knew that, as her skillset revolved more around resisting torture than nutrition.
She ate, trying to keep her gratitude at the offered meal hidden. Then the orangette left, and the teen was left by her lonesome again for several agonizingly slow hours of nothing but heat and sweat. The only companion to come in later times was the strike of nature, and Harumiya's eyes nearly fell out of her skull from how wide they went at the stab of fire the suddenly sprang from her ass.
She cried out, her body still suffering from dehydration and constipation, and the food she had eaten had been laced with another round of the pain-enhancing chemical, making things worse. Her body made another push, the muscles trying to relax to let it out, but Harumiya, against her better judgement, held tight, not heeding the lesson from the last time this had happened.
In her effort not to soil herself yet again, Harumiya kept her muscles clenched until the pushing subsided, and she was spared the pain for another three hours, before it returned with a vengeance, and she couldn't fight her body this time.
Once again, her muscles contracted to push out what basically amounted to jagged rocks, only this time, there were fresh surgical lesions in the way, very raw, and very sensitive, and they let Harumiya know just how much they hated her.
The pain was so unbearable this time; it hurt so much that her brain shorted, and she forgot who she was for a few seconds. Even after it was over, her body went through a series of aftershocks that almost rendered her brain dead. As it was, her eyes lost focus and the little bit of saliva left in her mouth started to drip down her chin.
She could feel dripping going down between her legs, and a little voice told her that the suture had split and were leaking blood. She didn't know where that little voice came from, but it might have had something to do with the little guy in the black outfit.
He put something to her chest, and her nose became aware of a smell like cooking steak, and she felt a little bit warmer where she felt like she was being touched, but that was all.
It was all too much.
"Kill me…" Harumiya muttered.
The pain as finally too much; she had broken.
"Not yet," she heard, and she wanted to moan and throw a fit like a child not getting the toy they wanted. "You need to answer some questions."
Harumiya really wanted those questions to be asked already. So it would all just go away.
"Does the Sunny-Side Up Children's Home traffic their children into the sex trade?"
"Yes…" Harumiya answered weakly, almost impatiently.
"Where are the children sent?"
"A breeding facility…"
"What happens there?"
"They're broken in and made malleable for clients…"
"Where is the breeding facility?"
"Kabukicho…three miles outside the city…protected by samurai…no outsiders…only clients…and merchandise…"
"Thank you."
Harumiya felt a poke in her neck, and then all of it was over.
After Yūrei confirmed the intel, they came back and killed the unconscious Harumiya Suzuhi, packaged up her corpse nice and neat, and sold every bit of her on the black market.
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Gatou is brutal. With his healing abilities, he can go as overboard as he wants, and always bring his target back from the brink.
The chapter's name is a fun little play on words; points to whoever can figure out how.
Did you just read an entire chapter dedicated to the torture of a teenage girl? If you went all the way through, then yes, yes you did. If you skimmed through it, then no, you did not just read an entire chapter dedicated to the torture of a teenage girl.
Now, you might be asking, what was the point of all that, what's it leading to? Is there even an answer, was it just one of my filler chapters?
Well, ladies and gents, no. There was a point to all that, and the point was to set up the next chapter:
Sachiko: The Birth.
For those that don't remember, Shin'en regards Sachiko as the worst personality he's got, and Lucy, the insane first daughter of Hecate per my canon, the one with the blood fetish, also regards Sachiko as her favored Blood Goddess, even more so than Asteria, who wiped out the human and animal population of her world.
If this chapter didn't hit the M-rating, next chapter most certainly will.
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