OC: Well, Kazuki left the room so it is you and me for a few posts. Good luck.
IC:
Hissori droned on:
“So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
Seika would not come, she had no idea he was even apprehended. Nor did his brother-inlaw for that matter, The political turmoil that would precipitate would resonate for years if he had known. She would be told that he died, a victim of the storms or the unfortunate events in Soons Haven. It did not matter really, they would be burning an empty casket either way. A prudent man or woman would have to wonder if he ran away, abandoning his responsibility to his friends and family. It would be a clandestine worry and a secret shame for those he left behind.
"Indeed. That is all we need. A confession of his crimes. And now have them. Akkuma, for your crimes of assaulting a Kage, and the potential risk of igniting a war between Tsuchigakure and Sunagakure, you are, hereby, sentenced to the Pit. Any last wishes?"
Reaper confirmed. A sense of relief washed over her and it could be seen in her carriage, her shoulders dropped and her arms relaxed. She was done.
"Hold that thought."
"Very good sir," she affirmed as she leaned back and started to ease herself off the demon. It was time to package and transport. Hissori number one and two would relinquish their holds and reaper left the room. As the door clicked closed, Miroku's tail swung around her abdomen. Off-balance already as she was departing, the sudden thrust from her seat sent her crashing back into the bars. With a sudden clattering noise the bars met with her backside with enough force to cause the bars to rattle. She let out a pained shout of more surprise than anguish whilst in flight followed by a disoriented groan before she found her footing and stood upright on her two feet once again.
The monstrous demon would push his feet against the far wall and allow his bones to momentarily mend. The clones had broken his fibula and cracked his tibia with the palms of their hands. Doing so would displace the bones ever so slightly, leaving his feet facing outward at queer angles and also cause intense discomfort but the later seemed to be a recreational norm for the Toraono fiend. Shiori's bandaged hand would grab hold of the bar behind her as she readied himself for his desperate final attempt. At what she could not be entirely sure -- to simply draw some blood to salve a bruised ego and loin, to leverage her defeat and potential death as a means for release, or something else that she was not entirely sure of.
"I think we need this quality time...I think you like me."
He decided. The chain that united his gloves
snapped and made a sharp sound. No longer united, his fists which were tightly balled and encased in unyielding metal were still a threat. Runic markings would start to spread over his flesh, warping his form. His gloves would not open once the chain was broken, they were locked closed however surely with an empowered impact against an unforgiving surface such as the walls or the floor might be enough to crack the hinges. (Assuming you did so for the sake of the rest of your post.) He would stand at his full height and let out a devastating roar, he was significantly larger than her. Her hands would start to run through a hasty array she cast
Gate of Enma [Mastered]
using her Hashigaki skill Sound Crystallization [Rank 3] to cast this attack using her Genjutsu accuracy (which is high) with her Shinobi 101 and AE moves Debilitate and Feint due to her Elementalist skill. Gate of Enma is a fearsome technique that is said to open a pathway to hell, this jutsu causes a wide rift to open, appearing as if reality itself was ripped open by the countless dark arms that come from within the rift. The lengthy arms, composed of pure dark energy, grasp on and tear through anything within their extensive range. Long shadowy arms would reach out for Akkuma and attempt to take hold of him, but despite the confined space and her valiant attempt, she would miss with her initial attack that was intended to leash the rabid dog before he lunged at her.
His hand would wrap around her throat and in one dizzying movement she would find herself slammed against another wall. The impact strong enough to knock the breath from her as he whispered into her ear:
"I wonder what your soul would taste like?"
He growled into her ear his intentions.
Her knee shot up to provide him with an uncalled for shot.
"Is that a pen in your cock or are you just happy to see me?" She coughed.
Lets give you a response to your whole post...
"How about we step things up a notch? Have some real fun while he's gone?"
She did not verbally reply, he had a hand around her throat. She could not sing, a
low, haunting hum was all she could muster. She was casting a spell on him, it was only a matter of time before her illusion would take hold. She was casting
Mental Kombat [Mastered] with her enthralling voice with Sensory Knowledge Special Moves Focus. If and when Kazuki returned, all he would see would see if her spell caught hold of him is the AiT pinned against the wall staring forward with her hands attempting to peel away Akkuma's grip around her throat with no force just a mannequin-like pose. The same with Akkuma, his face twisted into some sort of likely perverse grin that would expose his sharp rows of teeth. His restraints were cast away and crumpled on the floor.
[Inside the Illusion - If Mental Kombat takes effect]
Hissori droned on.
If you think that imprinting could ever make sense of this insanity… Do you really think that just because I might someday imprint on some stranger it would make this right? Tell me what the point was then, Bella! What was the point of me loving you? What was the point of you loving him? When you die, how is that ever right again? What’s the point to all the pain? Mine, yours, his! You’ll kill him, too, not that I care about that. So what was the point of your twisted love story, in the end? If there is any sense, please show me, Bella, because I don’t see it.</B><i></i>
<B>"Let me feel all of your wrath, anguish & despair! Show me the madness that lies within! Free yourself from their constraints!"
He demanded in a cell that looked just like the cell they were standing in, but this was not the real cell. Those were not real walls nor were those real bars. Neophyte, the bandaged AiT was still pinned against the wall with a hand around her throat but now she was able to muster the air for a hearty laugh because the laugh was not real. Nothing was real, not even them. The Hissori pair were still in the cell, at least these false images of a previous copy. They simply watched for now. The trainee Miroku had pinned against the wall would continue to 'fight' back but not in the way he likely intended or hoped.
"I can do that," she would choke.
It was time to start the show...
Hissori pretended to take a call on a headset he did not have on the desk. He would raise a quizzical brow.
"Yes, this is holding cell 7... No, I do not think so... Reaper said the pit.... Really?... Are you sure. Man' that family must have a lot of clout to be able to pull off that sorta thing. Sure-sure... Let her in." A few moments later the 'door' would swing open and Seika would come walking inside. She was a pretty young thing, Shiori has seen her a few times mentioned in the papers so she knew how the Toraono woman looked. She would see a rather telling sight as she entered. Her future husband with his pants around his ankles, at a questionable level of excitement with a sharpie misplaced and an ANBU woman pinned against the wall. Broken restraints would be seen on the floor. The pair of Hissori's in the cell had dispersed, leaving only the Twilight fan at the desk.
Akkuma!" She would snap, her eyes wide with shock and her face contorted with anger.
"How could you!" Her tone not only conveyed her surprise but also a sense of betrayal. It was of course intentional, enough to potentially knock Akkuma off his equilibrium. If so, she would rip herself away from him, but if not she was content to stay where she was for now.
'Hissori' would stand up and give Lady Seika a polite bow before he greeted her as politely as he could.
"I am so glad that you could make it Lady Seika. I am afraid that your fiance has become maddened and is now assaulting our staff. I am aware that it is likely a private matter between the two of you, his sexual deviancy that is... but it has been truly problematic for us here madam. Will you be safe with him?"
"What is wrong with you? Stop that!" She rebuked the demon. Her brow furrowed with concern she shook her head.
"I am confident I can handle him, and I assure you that he will rue the day." He was the sort of man who seemed to relish in pain, it was a strange concept - this masochism but she had learned one thing in dealing with masochists before: there is always something that hurts them. That always hurts them in a
'no-so-good-sort-of-way.' She only identified two things that seemed to get any sort of reaction besides
'thank you... please spank me again.' That said, even his likes were a weakness.
"Darling... you have been a very... very naughty boy."
He seemed like the sort of man that liked women who took charge.
"Let go of her," she would raise a single brow giving herself a resting bitch face as she waited for his compliance.
Someone get me some cuffs. Something heavy that seals his chakra and maybe a nice collar. I promise to give them back after we are finished with them," she half smiled.
Hissori would grab a pair of heavy manacles separated by a length of chain and walk next to her.
"Come on big guy, hands outside the cage. Let your woman take you home before Reaper gets back." The familiar face and voice would reason. If he complied he would wordlessly lock the manacles around his wrists. If not he would wait and see what Seika requested.
"Collar too..." she would instruct. She simply watched Hissori work and acted as if she expected to get everything she requested when she asked for it. That seemed to be the sort of woman she was if one were to ask the illusionist. If she was wrong, it mattered little. She could play it off as a perturbed woman if necessary.
//Lets end this here.
Huh? She sat there dumbfounded for a moment. She did not expect to do anything beyond menial AiT tasks such as mopping up the blood and piss left in the room after Reaper was done with him. She did not verbally state her surprise but her carriage echoed her thoughts, she did not expect an impromptu class or in her case a demonstration considering her one instruction was -- 'find the truth.' The statement was vague to her, there was no way of ensuring that what the prisoner had to say was the truth but rarely did the truth matter. It was more often information that people cared about. The validity of the information obtained from those in custody often varied, there was always a hint of truth in them but often there were also a number of lies. Those whose information was taken from them forcibly would often share more, but again there were some who would simply say what they felt their interrogator wanted to hear. Getting the truth was an impossible task. She stood up and the back of her knees pushes the metal chair away from her. However, getting a confession was not. 
Considering the hive mind mentality between herself and the clones, it was a remedial task for them to both transform synchronously into the same man in differing attire.