WARNING: this story contains crude and sexual content throughout, nudity, pervasive language, reckless behavior, kidnapping and revenge. THIS STORY IS RESTRICTED FOR AGES UNDER 18 YEARS. Please do not imitate the bad scenes in the story, because it is only for entertainment.
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"Gojo, you look brighter than usual..." while blowing her cigarette in my face Shoko looked at me with a slight grin, "looks like you've found your soulmate, huh?"
"get that thing out of my face, if anything makes me happy it's seeing all the criminals go to prison."
Shoko is one of my colleague who doesn't exclude me like the others, rather than isolating me, she is more like my secret informant when I need her.
"ah, how cool it is that you can still stick with your childish dreams even after all the misfortune that happened because of those dreams..." she pressed her cigarette in the ashtray and lit another new one.
"That's the only thing that kept me going until now" I looked back at the computer screen and typed a report.
"Hey, did you know," Shoko put her cigarette away from me, "the leader of the nightlife in this city suddenly disappeared..." Her whisper stunned me for a moment.
"I heard he's been missing for a few months and the pigs are worried that this person will spread their dirty secrets," said the woman casually while looking at her new nail polish.
"Whether the person was kidnapped or died, I am grateful to whoever did it because they were able to get rid of the demon."
Shoko is one of the victims of the rotten nightlife created by Sukuna. Her mother was trapped in debt with one of Sukuna's organizations and had her killed in front of her daughter, she couldn't prosecute her mother's killer or collect evidence, she was completely devastated at that time and ended up like me in this small and underdeveloped office room.
"I hope that if he dies, he will reincarnate into grass that I can step on every day." she then laugh out loud. I am grateful that she is still staying in this office with me after having her mental health checked several times at the hospital. with all the depression she was experiencing, she even started smoking even though this was strictly prohibited by the police to channel his feelings of depression.
but did you know Shoko...
I'm sorry that person isn't dead yet, and right now he's tied up in my apartment.
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It's been two months since I locked Sukuna in my apartment, ah, my room to be exact. at first he rebelled a lot and I often used low doses of sedatives or anesthetics to calm him down, but now he is lying next to me helpless with lots of kiss and bite marks on his body like a whore, oh yes I'm the one make him like that.
From the start I did this to deter him, but as time went on I became more and more greedy. I didn't want to let him go and wanted to control him completely, but that desire made me seem to forget my main goal of end this misery.
"mmnnhh.." look at him, just a little touch makes his body react like that, I want to see his reaction more than this.
he was shocked when I put my hand inside his shirt and played with his nipples. "Uuhh... What..?" With a voice that sounded tired, he held my hand and buried his head towards my chest as if hiding.
"I'm too tired... my head hurts... My body hurts too.. if you do more than this I might die." he said such sad things even though his body reacted otherwise, he moan with his body moving restlessly. "i don't like it... my body feels weird.."
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uncontrollable (21+)
Fanfiction"If I can't punish you according to existing rules or because the gods love you so much that they gave you a lot of time, then I will punish you my way..." Gojo's deep hatred for Sukuna made him want to kill him, but the day he pointed his gun at Su...
