𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

9- 𝟣. 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃

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I ran as fast as I could out of the Jujutsu grounds, breathing heavily. I was starting to get a stitch in my side.

 There was the gate! 

So close, yet so far. I leapt over it with a wide grin, only to be suddenly pulled down by someone grabbing my foot. I landed on the ground in shock. 

It was Kiyosaka!

He hissed, "You're nothing but trouble, you know that?"

I stammered, "What— but...how?" 

He raised an eyebrow, "Did you think I wouldn't snoop through your stuff?" 

Rage surged within me... I furrowed my brow, "What?!"

 He laughed and took two steps closer, standing right in front of me, looking down with a low voice, "You..."

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the throat, lifted me up, and slammed me against a tree trunk. I kicked with my feet and tried to scratch his hand. I was getting less and less air the harder he squeezed.

 "S-stop..." 

His grin widened, turning more sadistic, "It makes me want to punish you even more." 

He squeezed even harder, and my vision blurred. My hands grew weaker. Suddenly, I remembered my training from six years ago at the academy. I bit his hand hard. He flinched in pain and let go of me. I fell to the ground, clutching my throat and gasping for air. I coughed and looked up at him he was glaring down at me with hatred. 

Blood dripped from the wound, and I spat on the ground. 

His voice dripped with venom, "You little bitch!" 

I grinned and kicked his shin. He inhaled sharply, and I took the chance to scramble up and try to run. He suddenly pounced on me. He landed on my back, pinning me beneath him. 

I tried to scream, "Let me go!" 

He placed a hand over my mouth and violently turned me over. One hand over my mouth, his legs pinning mine. 

His grin widened, "There's something I've always wanted to do with you..."

 His free hand stroked my cheek, and I flinched away. I tried to scream, but his hand muffled it.

 Fear slowly crept in... 

he wouldn't, would he? 

He leaned closer, and I felt his warm breath against my neck. I struggled to break free, but he was much stronger than me.

 His lips brushed my neck as he whispered, "You naughty little girl."

 A tear rolled down my cheek as I panicked, trying desperately to free myself. I searched my pocket for my pocketknife. His lips then touched my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut and searched faster. I felt something metallic and pulled it out, stabbing him directly in the stomach. He looked at me with shocked eyes. 

I took advantage of the moment, and as his grip weakened, I kneed him in the groin. He doubled over, and I painfully pulled the knife out, shoving him away from me. As I got up, he grabbed me from behind in a headlock. I slashed the knife lightly across his left eye. 

He screamed and fell to his knees. I was terrified. Tears welled up. I swallowed hard and ran away, tears streaming down my face. Blood stained my clothes. I didn't cry for him but for myself... his disgusting, vile lips on me. 

When I was far enough away, I had to sit down briefly to catch my breath.

 I have to get out of here as fast as possible! If only I were strong enough to teleport far enough! 

I gritted my teeth in anger.

There's no time for my pitiful behavior! 

I didn't plan all this for months for nothing! 

I had secretly made contacts at places where I could stay. Kororo was the place, 40 minutes from here. I needed to take the bus, but I couldn't go in these clothes. I took off the hoodie and threw it in a trash can. Underneath, I had a tank top. I kept the cap on. I grabbed my backpack and continued to the bus stop.

 I waited for 20 minutes, annoyed, until it finally arrived. I got on and sat down, exhausted. 

Time to start my new life...

I didn't notice it, but I fell asleep and was suddenly jolted awake when the bus driver shook me.

 I heard his voice faintly, "Young lady!" 

I woke up immediately, startled, "Oh, sorry!" 

He gave me a strange look, and I pulled my cap down a bit more to hide my face and got off the bus. Luckily, I had to get off at the last stop anyway. 

I smiled broadly and spread my arms wide.

 The fresh breeze blew, and my hair flew back, "This is freedom!"

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