Before you could protest anymore, Miroku’s giant face disappeared from your sight as you were roughly brought down to the ground near his feet. Dropping you onto the room’s cold floor, you yelped as your butt hit the floor. Before you could rub it or even stand up, the giant monk removed one of his feet from its sandal and slammed in onto you. Pain shot through your body by the force of the impact. Your ribs felt like they were going to snap in half. Again, before you could acknowledge the pain in your ribs, Miroku began rolling you under the ball of his foot. Being stuck between a hard place and the foot of a giant Buddhist monk; not a fun experience. It felt like you were slowly being molded into a ball and you were very uncomfortable. The moist underside of Miroku’s sole from his travels didn’t help either. After several minutes of this torture, Miroku finally stopped and positioned you so your head was poking out from between his big and index toes. You looked up at his smiling face looking back down at you. When his toes started to squeeze your head, you closed your eyes to try and tolerate the pain.
“So, are you ready to tell me where Naraku is? If not, that’s fine by me. I can do this all day. Or maybe not, I could also give up and then I won’t need you anymore…” Miroku chuckled evilly. Ironic that he was trying to get info on an evil person using evil methods…
“I don’t--” you started to say, but a single drop of foot sweat leaked into your mouth and you started to choke on it.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Oh well, I’ll take it as a no.” he said as you continued to cough. Not caring about your health and not giving you enough time to clear your lungs of the foul liquid, Miroku proceeded to grab you off the floor with his toes and scrunch them together, successfully squeezing the life out of you. Your screams fell on deaf ears.
“S-stop! You’re going--*cough*--to crush me!”
“Then tell me what I want to know and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t know!”
“Oh well.” Miroku tightened his grip and you could no longer breath. That was it, you were going to break. Just a tiny bit more and you were going to snap. You could feel it, just a few more seconds and…
The perverted, and apparently sadistic, monk released the pressure on your poor body and let you drop to the floor. You gasped for breath and started choking again, clearing the last bit of the sweat from your lungs. Your body ached and you were red all over. But Miroku took no pity on you and merely gazed down at your frail form.
“Can’t let you kick the bucket yet. We haven’t quite reached that stage yet. Ready to tell me now?”
You didn’t know what to say. The giant male thought you were a spy with information, but you had nothing to give him but your screams of agony (although that seemed to please him just as much). Unfortunately for you, Miroku took your silence as a refusal to talk.
“Persistent little bug. I’ll break you eventually. In half if I must.”
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