You trapped yourself in a seal with Ryomen Sukuna. The seal is known to show the victims their fears, regrets, guilt, and every once in a while a small hint of pleasure. But would any of that matter when you trapped yourself with the King of Curses...
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warnings: mentions of assault, cannibalism(?), much more. I am so sorry.
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It was so cold.
Your body hurts, now violated in a different, vulnerable way. Your clothes are tattered, bruises on your skin, and disgusting fluid between your legs. It took everything in you to not throw up, to not scream, and to cry. You wanted to forget the way his hands touched all over you, groping, prodding, you wanted to skin yourself just to get rid of the feeling. There's a mantra going through your head on repeat.
'Don't break, not until you're safe in Sukuna's arms.'
Akihiro hums quietly as he grabs you and places you on a chair. This made you hiss in pain but you continued to glare at him. He stands in front of you shirtless as you're only covered poorly with cut-up clothing. As if giving you a sickening thin protection that he can take away at any moment. "Does it make you feel strong that you had to tie me down to get your way?" You mocked him.
He grabs you by your jaw, tightening his grip painfully which makes you grunt out. "You've become really mouthy, I remember when you were quieter, more obedient," Akihiro hissed. He then lets go of your jaw, moving your head to the side. "Ever heard of acting? You should know it considering you played the nice guy in front of others when you're actually a piece of shit."
His hand grabs your hair and yanks your head back, causing you to yell out as you feel a knife pressed against your neck. He drags the blade up, cutting your skin lightly as he lets out a low hum. The cool blade touches against your lips as he looks down at you. "If cutting your tongue out didn't result in you bleeding out, you would've lost it long ago," he said, smirking. He pulls the knife back and begins caressing the side of your head, making you flinch at his touch.
"But then again, seeing you this stubborn, having this much fight in you, makes me want to break you even more."
You quickly move your head and latch your teeth onto his hand. He yells out as you bite harder, tasting blood in your mouth. With the handle of the knife, he slams it into the back of your hand, forcing you to let go. Immediately you spit the blood out of your mouth while suffering the head injury. Then feel him wrap something around your neck and tighten it around you. Struggling to breathe, you struggle to break free, thrashing around to get free. You can't claw at whatever he's choking you with as your hands are still tied behind you.
