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He’d been stumbling around a dark back alley, making his way home after drinking way too much at the local bar. He’d tripped over something solid and fell flat on his face. When Gojyo looked back at what got in his way, it made his eyes widen and his heart race even through the foggy haze of drunkeness. A dead body, a dagger stabbed into the chest. After awhile of some foggy back and forth mental debate, he’d been the one to call the cops. 

And this was how those pigs with badges showed their gratitude. Hours of questioning and locking him up in a cell until he could sober up some more, then more questioning... then back in the cell to wait and wait and wait some more. It had been less than 48 hours and Gojyo already felt like he was about to lose his mind and was of half a mind to sell his left kidney to bribe the guard for a smoke.

After more minutes or hours agonizingly trickled by at a snail’s pace, the door opened and the police chief finally trudged into the room. Once again, Gojyo was escorted into the interrogation room but this time it was for them to propose a deal instead of more line of questioning. If he agreed to help them in their investigation in the recent string of murders in his gang’s territory, they would cut him a deal in his own sentence. 

It wasn’t an easy choice, talk about being between a rock and a hard place. Go to jail for who knows how many years or help the police investigate his own gang and risk being murdered if said gang found out about his betrayal. But, in the end, Gojyo reluctantly agreed to do what he could to help out the police. So, next step was to meet his new “partner”. 

Iron cuffs bounded his wrists together—— too tight that it was leaving bruises on his wrists, bruises that never made him complain, no, it’s what they wanted, for the marshal to complain, to scream, to break; they weren’t having any of it, they’re not having the pleasure to witness the marshal break, no matter how much wounds or bruises they leave on his skin. He won’t let that satisfaction happen, knowing that Li Touten would absolutely enjoy the suffering and torture that happens daily, only to end up fuming in anger when he doesn’t get what he wants.

The torture was torture, whips and iron, tools of suffering, smacked right against his skin, poked and dug under, creating wounds that would turn into scars. He could scream, he could cry, but he doesn’t—— instead, he laughs; it was the only way to focus away the deep yearning to scream out in pain, so he laughed, again and again, with confidence in his violet hues, and that just pissed the Li Touten off, to the point where more torture was planned.

It has gotten worse over the days, more torture, more wounds, more bruises; all of it littering his skin like a piece of bloody art, a masterpiece of torture—— bloody and beaten. Li Touten was the reason why he was in here in the first place, being beaten over and over again, requested by the one and only, that bastard: Li Touten. The man confessed to the higher ups, spilling out the juicy detail of what could be happening between the marshal and general, though he also explained how the marshal was lacking the ability to be a proper soldier, that he should be taught a lesson on how to stay in line with the rest of them. It was partially enough to bring the marshal over to the jail cells, thrown him into one and then that is how the beatings started. It started on that day, after he kissed Kenren on the lips, then walked out of his office to meet Konzen, though, he never did. Now he was here, body badly injured, his wounds were probably infected by now, and his blood continued to seep through his open wounds, trailing down his body.

He was a bloody mess, or what Li Touten would put it. ‘ Even when you’re body is wrecked and beaten to the bloody core, you still have a pretty face; what a masterpiece you are. A cheap one ’.

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