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"Come on little princess let's have fun shall we." . . . . . (Picture Processing)
As you prepared to leave your room, a strong hand grasped your arm, halting your exit. You didn't know who restrained you, nor did you dare look back.
"Where did you think you were going?" Karaku asked, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
Slowly turning, you met his piercing, demonic gaze, filled with hunger. His intense stare ignited a desperate urge to flee, but your paralyzed body refused to obey. Overwhelmed with fear and nervousness, your thoughts tangled, making coherent reasoning impossible.
"Y/n, you must leave immediately! Think quickly and devise an escape plan. Your life depends on it. Run!"
While thoughts frantically flooded your mind, urging you to escape, your racing brain struggled to devise a viable plan. Despite potential strategies, freedom seemed fleeting, as captivity loomed inevitable.
Even contemplating escape seemed futile, given the demons' vigilance. Yet, determination fueled your resolve: no matter the odds, you vowed to fight for liberation.
Calmness slowly replaced panic as you concocted excuses to leave your room. Minutes ticked by, but inspiration eluded you. Any prospective plan seemed doomed to fail, especially now that Akaza and Rengoku had uncovered your deception. Their awareness of your secret rendered persuasion impossible.
"Firstly, how did Akaza and Rengoku discover my deception? Have other demons learned my secret? I'm utterly perplexed. Could I have inadvertently revealed the truth?"
As you reflected on pretending to love Akaza and Rengoku, a disturbing memory resurfaced Akaza's threat to inform the Demon King. The thought sent you into a panic, leaving you breathless and choked with anxiety.
'If Akaza and Rengoku have already informed the Demon King about my pretended affection, my fate is sealed; death or worse awaits!'
You were lost in thought, oblivious to Karaku's grip on your arm. His gaze, once filled with hunger and lust, now simmered with suspicion. Though trying to ignore you, his interest grew.
Determined to protect yourself from these mindless monsters, you struggled to break free. Karaku's fascination intensified, envisioning you as his personal toy.
"Princess, don't struggle. Do you know what happens to disobedient princesses?" Karaku taunted.
You ignored him, continuing to fight. Karaku's obsession grew wilder, fueled by your defiance.
"Let me go!" you demanded.
Karaku sneered, "You don't care? Let's see."
He tightened his grip, digging sharp nails into your skin. Your struggles ceased.
