Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30362709-20170713220551/@comment-31966106-20170713223746

Listen & Read (Loop recommended)

It had been two days since he had kidnapped Ayame and today was the day she would learn what it was like to be on the opposite end of the chair. He had brought along 7 men with him, all of them following him to the back of his house. One had two large buckets on his shoulder. Another had a good amount of rags with him. Two were wearing Anbu uniforms with oni masks. The last three were just men in fancy kimono’s that had the smell of fresh ryo all over them indicating that they were rich. From the outside, he could hear her messing around inside. So, Tiatsu now threw open the doors and when he did she was in a sitting position all tied up. When the normal men saw her, one of them immediately said. “I knew that money was well spent. I can’t wait to taste that young meat.” Tiatsu turned to them, nodded and his face was blank cold and overall emotionless. He made a fist notion in the air they got a simple wooden chair and put it in the middle of the shed and now he would speak aloud. “Put down all the buckets, towels and additives. Alright I paid you 4 for a reason. Tenderize the meat for the gentlemen who paid a fine penny.” The two anbu with oni masks and the other two men who were carrying supplies all crowded around Ayame.

They released a good majority of her chains, leaving on the ones on her feet and arms intact. Her leg chains were linked to a metal beam of the building so she couldn’t move very far, even if she tried it’d be fruitless.

Now with all that extra weight removed the 4 men would get to work. The first oni masked Anbu would grab her forcibly by the hair and use it as a way to hold her up in the air. She’d feel her scalp slowly tugging away from the skin of her head as he did so. The other three men would begin to take different parts of the body. The other oni mask began to turn her face into a punching bag. He was the most muscle-bound men there and he wasn’t jabbing her. Each hit was a precise and hard hook to the face. Over and over.

Random man 1 would take a small carving knife and using his innate craftsmanship he began to carve off the skin on the back of her calf in small pieces. The pain would be unimaginable but he did it slow enough so it would send her pain receptors crazy. He’d continue to do so even when her muscle tissue below the skin was showing.

Random man 2 would keep kicking her directly in the side where her ribs were. A simple front kick with some makibishi at the bottom of his shoe. It would cut and implant into her and with each kick it would force them deeper into her.

Tiatsu simply leaned against the doorway and the other 3 men almost watched her skin being pummeled like salivating dogs.