❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「 Fear 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ TO BE POWERFUL is to be hungry, but to be hungry, there is power. When you are powerful, you crave the success, the attention, the validation, and the honour. You often throw your morals aside just to feel power over everything and anything. But when you are hungry, there is an imbalance of power, for being hungry meant that you aren't receiving enough of something.
When you are powerful, nothing is enough. But when you are hungry, there is not enough.
Shikami watched as the prisoner in front of him devoured the food he had mercifully given him, it's contents smearing across his face and his hands, the utensils he also provided being left untouched. Once he was done eating, he pushed the plate back and sat on the ground with a satisfied smile, but almost as if fear had just settled back into his system, the prisoner crawled away from Shikami, eyes bulging and breath shaking.
"W-W-What are you doing here!?" He screamed in horror. The more he scrambled around in his cell, the more ridiculous he looked, but Shikami only took a step closer with his hands behind his back and emotions hidden behind his mask.
"Do you have a family?" He asked, the prisoner seemed to only register his words after several seconds, nodding desperately at him and crawling to the bars of his cell. "Do you miss them?"
"Y-Yes! I-I miss my daughter, I-I haven't seen her in months!" He looked at Shikami as if he was feeling some kind of hope. "C-Can you give her a letter from me? Please?"
Shikami silently watched him attempt to take ahold of his pants through the bars of his cell, only missing by an inch as he spoke with a tone as clear as the night sky. "Consider it done."
With that, he walked away and out of the dungeon filled with prisoners, all of whom were either illegal immigrants, criminals, or smuggled in the country under human trafficking.
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Blood continued to drip from the knife Shikami was holding, splattering on the ground and creating more mess. Three dead bodies lay motionless behind him with blood seeping out of them at an extremely fast rate, coating the bare cement floor with thick red liquid. The crowd filled with betters and rich people cheered while some yelled in anger, for they have lost another bet and needed to pay money.
The same prisoner he was talking to earlier was the last one to die, with three knives to his chest and one on the back of his head. It was a miracle he survived the first two ones but alas, no one ever truly lives when Shikami's blade has struck them.
On the elevated platform Mitsuki was staying in, Ryuhei gulped nervously as he watched the shorter male walk away from the fighting ring, his figure disappearing once he exited from the same place he entered.
