❝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...
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You watched as the woman's body fell down with a thud, as though her lifeless body was falling down slowly until it landed on the ground. It wasn't until Douma spoke did you realized he was there. Perhaps because you were too preoccupied with the prey in front that you didn't notice the other predator ahead.
"My, my, Y/n-chan. What have you done?" he asked, taking deliberate steps towards you, his gaze hooded and one cannot tell if he's angry or not.
When Douma stood in front of you, you tore your gaze from the corpse on the ground to look at him. You felt his hand on the side of your lips. His thumb wiped the blood off, smudging the crimson liquid on your lips making it look as though you're wearing rouge.
You can almost taste the blood and you were tempted to lick your lips with your tongue but instead you just gulped down. Douma's thumb continued to brush your lower lip, his hand cupping your cheek.
"That," he started, glancing down as you did as well, down at the lifeless body of the woman, before Douma continued. "Is not for eating, Y/n-chan. I brought that woman here to take your measurements so we can get new sets of kimonos for you. And you killed her."
You averted your gaze from the ground to look at Douma who tilted his head to the side. "She wounded herself and her blood smelled good."
