❝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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It took you a few moments to realize what his gesture meant. The flower being crushed in his ice cold palm, the flower that symbolizes a woman, to crush it within his palm is a silent utterance of deflowering a woman that need not be said out loud.
He had taken a great deal of things from you, precious as they were. He had taken your death when you had accepted it, along with your life and your freedom when he turned you into one of his kind. He had taken even your innocence when you had devoured those humans before, in front of him as he sat watching in amusement. But he was talking about another innocence of yours, your chastity, that he had not yet taken.
"You can tell me if you don't want to, Y/n-chan," he said, letting go of the crushed flower from his palm as it fell on the bed and your eyes trailed down. "Although that also means you can't go to that place."
He has taken your freedom, but only to an extent that he is willing to give a fraction of it back in exchange for satisfying his whims. And now he's asking for something else in return, if you really want to go to that place.
"No," you said, finally finding your voice as you averted your eyes from the remnants of the once beautiful flower as you looked at Douma. "I want to go to that place, so take whatever you intend to take."
