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Started March 12, 2023 by @False-andrew flash_on

tune

Sam keeps her eyes closed, swaying side to side slightly, humming a soft lulaby to herself.

This was one her foster mother would constantly hum, and this one was dear to her heart because of the woman. But now that woman was gone and now all that was left was this depression ridden song.

Akuma turns to look at Sam, then smirks, examining the woman from afar now.

After a moment, she calls out. "Hey, would you mind standing up for a moment?"

Sam blinks, frowning slightly, “Why?”

Akuma tilts her head.

"I want to see something. Just do it. Before I go over there and force you up."

Sam rolls her eyes, staying still.

Akuma smirks and spins to her feet, walking over to Sam casually and grabbing her by the throat, lifting her to her feet.

"I told you to stand up."

Sam gasps, gripping Akuma’s wrist, meeting the other woman’s gaze.

Akuma slams the girl against the wall, hard, rattling her skull.

"Don't ignore me again." she snarls quietly.

Sam hisses, wincing when her head hits the wall, “Make me.” She growls.

Akuma lifts Sam higher, knowing she was just giving the girl what she wanted, but she didn't care.

She slams her into the floor.

Sam winces again, looking up at Akuma, a slight grin on her face.

Akuma glares down at Sam, then slowly starts grinding her heel into the woman's chest.

Sam sucks in a breath, looking up at Akuma, relishing in the pain, but stays silent except for her labored breathing.

Akuma pushes down harder and then lets go of the woman, leaving her battered and bruised on the ground.

Sam whinces, sitting up and watching Akuma walk away, tilting her read slightly. Which was a bad idea, due to the pounding she got in return from it. She grimaces, lightly brushing her fingers over the small bump the was forming and closing her eyes at her another stab of pain.

Akuma looks back at Sam now and smirks.

"So. Get up."

Sam slowly gets up, grimacing slightly, looking at Akuma, "Is that the best you can do?" She asks, grinning slightly.

"No. I just don't want to kill you." Akuma snickers.

She walks over to the girl and examines the scrapes and welts on her with a look of pleasure on her face. "And really, that's what I wanted to test. See how well marks show up on you."

Sam rolls her eyes, "Pretty easily, if I might add." She places her hand on her hip, glaring at the other woman, "You don't have to throw me around like a bag of feathers to find that out."

Akuma chortles. "Come now. You enjoyed it and so did I."

Sam shrugs, "I know." She stays silent, she wasn't going to add that the one pain she hated was pain from a head wound. It always muddled her thoughts and it was always more insistant than any other pain. She supposed she'd get used to it.

Akuma stares down Sam, considering.

"Hey. Idea. If I, knowing that you actually like physical pain, make a deal with you to where in exchange for pain you listen to anything I have to say, would you take that deal?" she asks.

"Sure." Sam mumrurs, " Why not? "

Akuma giggles. "Really? That easy?"

Sam nids, "I'll listen either way. Everyone deserves to be heard."