❝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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Douma has a simple argumentation. You received what you wanted by going outside so Douma will now receive what he wants by having you submit to his whims. Those whims being what you hated yet longed at the same time that even you could not possibly reason out with yourself.
"Now, Y/n-chan," he said, his voice so close to your ear, his breath warm and you feel it fanning on your neck. You felt his hand cupping the side of your face, brushing your hair in the process as he leaned back to look at you. "Be a good pretty little marionette for me."
You did not know if it was because of the sudden pain as Douma grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back or if it was because you were simply taken aback that your heart started hammering in your chest. Was it the pain or the shock, or maybe neither? Maybe you were simply enraptured on what's to come.
"What did I teach you before, Y/n-chan?" he asked, leaning down, so close on your exposed neck. "What is the most vulnerable part of our body?"
"Our...neck," you muttered, feeling his hand slithering up your neck as he started to take a step forward and you inevitably took a step back.
