Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

【 CHAPTER 9 】Ravishment!

Inari's POV

(A/N: ⚠️ Uh, readers major yikes ahead ⚠️ Dubious consent/forced submission warning  ⚠️ This chapter has some seriously messed-up themes, including coercion and assault. If that's not your vibe, skip it. Your well-being comes first, so proceed only if you're comfortable. No need to report—simply move on to the next chapter.)

Inari's POV

Sukuna turned toward me, his grin widening into something twisted, something cruel. "Are you ready, my wife?" His voice was laced with amusement, mocking the very idea of fear.

I tried to back away, but my legs barely moved—my entire body felt weighed down, as if the very air inside his domain was pressing against me. 

The towering shrine loomed overhead, its eerie red glow casting flickering shadows against the massive pillars. Skulls dangled from above, their empty sockets staring, mouths twisted in silent screams.

My back hit the cold stone of a pillar, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I clenched my fists, forcing my body to move, to resist. But before I could react, Sukuna was already there.

He grabbed my chin, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze. His grip was firm, unyielding, but not enough to hurt—just enough to remind me that I was trapped.

"Look at you, trembling like a leaf. I haven't even done anything yet," he mused, voice dripping with amusement. "You should be honored to be in my presence, yet all you do is cower."

I clenched my teeth, shoving at his chest with all the strength I could muster. He didn't budge. Not even an inch.

Instead, he laughed. Low, dark, victorious. "Oh? That's cute," he taunted. "Do it again. Entertain me."

Heat flared behind my eyes—anger, frustration, fear all tangled together. I wasn't some helpless victim. I wasn't going to let him treat me like one.

I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Get. Away. From me."

Sukuna's grin widened, his eyes flashing with something predatory. "Oh, I do enjoy it when you struggle," he murmured, tilting his head. "Go on, little one. Let's see how long that fight lasts."

"I'll make sure you experience pleasure before your demise," Sukuna snarled, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Draped in a flowing kimono, his presence was suffocating—an ominous force looming over me.

"Just... end me already," I muttered, resignation settling deep in my bones.

Sukuna's hand shot out, seizing my throat with a bruising grip. "I'll end you when I please. I don't need your permission." His gaze flickered downward, dark and predatory, before his fingers tore through my uniform with ease.

"How can I resist such a tempting feast?" he murmured, dragging his tongue along the curve of my neck.

I shuddered, my fingers digging into his shoulder, but the moment his teeth sank into my skin, a sharp pain shot through me. My breath hitched.

'He's... he's drinking my blood?!'

"Stop!" With every ounce of strength, I shoved him away, my hand flying to my injured neck. Blood seeped between my fingers. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I gasped.

Sukuna merely licked his lips, unfazed. "And here I was wondering why you weren't resisting," he mocked, grabbing me again. I barely had time to react before he pinned both my wrists against the cold wall, his body pressing against mine. A sickening dread curled in my stomach.