His last words

I'm sorry....

Tears fell slowly. Tomioka Giyuu's heart was shattered. He couldn't breathe. Silent sobs wrecked his body.  His nails dug into the skin of his scalp as he fell to the floor of his room and sobbed as hard as he could.

He couldn't believe it. He was supposed to be strong. He was a hashira. Even if Sabito deserved it. This was never meant to happen.

His vision was blurred. His steps were uneven. Something was very wrong. Hands. They were dragging him somewhere darker.... an alleyway?

His shirt. Where did it go? Why was it getting colder? What was that?

As he began to regain some awareness, he was horrified.

"No! Stop it! Please!" He begged.

"Don't do this!"

'Why? Why couldn't I move? Why were they doing this? Their faces..... they look. Pleasured.' He sobbed in pain as his hands were held down and a liquid forced down his throat.

His vision blurred again. But he knew what was happening. They were raping him. These four men.

'It hurts..... someone.... please god help me....'

Something larger was shoved I. And out of his mouth. He knew what it was. But he couldn't move an inch. He felt so.... violated.

Giyuu Tomioka sobbed even harder. He could still feel the ache. It had only been an hour ago that he had awoken in the alleyway with only his clothes that had been discarded. His sword was still at home as it was his day off.

He could hear a kakushi knocking. But he didn't answer. The footsteps receded. He couldn't face anyone.

He crawled his way to the bathroom and started the water the highest it would go. He shut it off before it overflowed and stripped as fast as possible, stepping into the almost boiling water carelessly.

He srubbed his skin raw. He could still feel those men's hands and.... things. He could still taste it. He stepped out and wobbled over to the sink, brushing his teeth as much as possible.

It didn't work. The taste of the man's sperm was still prominent. He wished he could forget. He didnt want to live like this.

He stumbled over to his bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He didn't deserve it. He was disgusting. His body was dirty no matter how much he scrubbed away at it.

He knew what he wanted to do. Tie the rope around his neck.

But he wouldn't. For Sabito and Kocho. He knew she would miss him. That she would regret everything. He had to hold on. Just for her.

And the other hashira. They had just started warming up to him. He couldn't tear that way so soon. He had to stay. For them and the master. Tanjiro. Nezuko. They needed him.

He would push through it. He wasn't the first to be raped. It happened more than some humans would like to admit. But a lit of them survived. So he would too. Just for them.