L/n Y/n has always loved battling and fighting. A tragic incident scarred her for life. She moves to a new town, hoping to start a new life, but fate had other plans for her.
⚠️𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖...
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⚠️TW: Blood, abuse/torture
The world swam before your eyes, a blurry kaleidoscope of pain and fear. Endo's laughter, a cruel symphony of insanity, echoed in the dank, sterile room. Each lash of the whip felt like a thousand needles piercing your flesh, leaving behind searing agony that pulsed through every fiber of your being. Your body, battered and bruised, a canvas of suffering, felt like it was about to crumble.
''Please...Endo...'' You whimpered, your voice hoarse, your throat dry from the silent screams that had been trapped within. Your body, weak and heavy, finally buckled under the torture, collapsing onto the cold, hard floor.
Endo stood over you, a twisted, sadistic grin splitting his face. He bent down, his eyes gleaming with vicious amusement as he pulled your shirt up, revealing your vulnerable body. The edge of a knife, sharp and cold, traced circles on your bare chest, the metallic scent of blood already filling the air.
''Oh no, I can't let you go this quick, I'm afraid,'' he cooed, his voice dripping with malice. ''I need to completely destroy this beautiful body of yours.' He moved the knife down, now circling your belly button, creating a sickening feeling inside you.
''Izana...never loved me...so why a-are you doing this...'' I cried out, my voice a broken whisper.
Endo leaned down, his eyes boring into yours, a perverse fascination in them. ''Because Izana needed to control you, you were the perfect little puppet for him. Someone vulnerable and easy to manipulate...'' He chuckled, his words laced with venom. ''Izana has always been twisted, Y/n. Him being in love with you was not real. He just needed to warm you up, make you believe he loved you...but he's crazy...just like me...If I had never met him, I would've never seen the little pawn in his game, you. But that Kakucho bastard caught on. Izana killed him, for sure, but you killed Izana, and now I'm going to continue what Izana started...''
Your mind reeled, trying to process the twisted logic of his words. You had never been anything but a pawn in their games, a fragile vessel for their manipulations. Your tears flowed freely, mixing with the sweat and blood that painted your skin.
'I'll make sure to completely destroy you slowly and painfully...'' Endo added, his eyes glinting with a cold, cruel pleasure.
The world seemed to shrink, contracting around you, the darkness closing in. Endo's words echoed in the silence, a chilling promise of the slow, agonizing demise that awaited you. You were a broken doll, discarded and forgotten, your only hope a flicker of defiance against the encroaching darkness. But as the knife pressed against your skin, a new wave of pain washing over me, you knew your fight was already lost. Endo's twisted hunger for revenge would consume you, leaving behind a shattered shell of the person you once was.
He spread your legs, ignoring your whimpers and pleas. The searing pain as the knife sliced into your inner thighs was almost unbearable. It was like a thousand needles were being driven into your flesh.
