❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Douma's eyes are closed, but he can hear the sound of flesh tearing and blood splattering about. With his cheek propped on his knuckles and elbow on his knee, Douma silently listen to the sound. When he opened his eyes he saw you on the bed, licking the blood that trickled down from your arm down to your elbow.
Your tongue slid up your forearm, slowly going up to your wrist and then your palm before your eyes flickered up to Douma who had already stood up.
"All done, Y/n-chan?" he asked, walking up to you to see the mess on the bed, blood and guts spattered everywhere and Douma reminded himself that the bedding had to be changed.
"I'm done," you said, looking down on your bare body covered in sticky blood. "I want to wash up."
Douma's eyes averted back at you before he brushed your hair behind your ear and wipe the blood on the side of your face, closing one of your eyes in the process as he wipe it off before retrieving his hand back.
"Alright, let's wash up."
You nodded, climbing down the bed but before you can even take a step, Douma had swept you up the floor and you instinctively wrap your arms around him causing the blood to smear on his neck and face. He walked to the adjacent washroom and placed you in the wooden tub filled with lukewarm water along with rose petals.
