卍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀「R18 - English」 (KokoxReader)
A twenty-four-year-old woman named l/n y/n fell into the trap of one of Japan's worst organization executives namely, Kokonoi...
It is advised to skip this chapter if you are a minor reading this book. Sex scenes, vulgar words, curses, and explicit/ traumatic scenes may trigger psychological or mental health concerns, mention of drugs, etc. Read at your own risk.
CW // or TW // Blood, Depictions of Physical or Psychological Violence, Torture
author's point of view
The evidence of excruciating pain from y/n's facial appearance because of Takeomi's hostility, gripping her hair shaft far enough to separate every hair bulb from her scalp. She wept like a lost sheep, whining for help as Takeomi dragged her without mercy in his eyes. She felt the triumph of discomfort and worriedness, wherein her hands cover her fragile belly. Her eyes followed every wall they passed, her scraped feet, tingles of stinging earth particles getting inside her open wounds.
"Pl-please stop!", She begged,
A sight of Rindou, Koko, or the others was zero, a beyond nothingness. Flickering lights were enough to blind her eyesight, and her awareness was similar to a blank slate; she certainly had no idea what was occurring. The only memory she remembered was being taken away by the fumes of a container, spurting enigmatic smoke. She lost contact with Rindou and another figure, a familiar descending voice running away as her mind went downfall, surrendering to her anxiety and her deceiving brain.
They entered a gleaming room, where she first heard a strong timber of gunshot and horrifying screams of torment. It was the voices of their beloved guests, and one by another, their bodies collapsed. Takeomi stopped walking and dragging her body and stood up among the crowd. Her eyes wandered at the familiar place; some of the chandelier's lights were out, plus the horrendous scent of metallic blood proliferated.
There are seven chairs in front of the hostages, men beaten up like a pulp, with half-opened eyes and dried blood trails from either their eyes or mouth. Each has their hands tied on the back of the chair and feet taped in duct tape on the chair foot. Three men closed their eyes, unconscious, and it was Ran, Sanzu, and Koko. In contrast, Mikey, Rindou, Kakucho, and Mucho had keen eyesight, observing every move of the traitorous people inside their organization.
Almost all of the people inside the vicinity were familiar; it was more than hundreds of men stabbing them at their back. Famous for being barbarity and dogmatism among traitors who ramble in their organization, that's Bonten. Undeniably, portion by portion, police may find their way outside of the arbitrary hideout or warehouses that Bonten controls, especially a rat prowl at the premises with the pack's leader. Takeomi's betrayal was out of the picture, and they haven't figured out the root of how and why Takeomi carried out everything despite being twenty-four and seven present around the hideouts, puffing his cigarettes.
