𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 || DOUMA X YN || 16+

chapter 1

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I was obedient... I did everything, everything he wanted to accomplish-all those dirty deeds he asked me to do, i let him use me... I thought as I slipped away from his grasp. "I should've killed myself when he asked my parents for me to work under him, I should've," I said, catching my breath.

I ran away as fast as I could, away from that house, that cult, him... I closed my eyes and prayed. This is just a dream. "It's just a dream... it's just a dream..." I chanted. "My family is alive; they're waiting for me, right?" Tears rolled down my cheeks as I ran through the heavy snow.

Trembling, i spotted a village not far away from where i was standing, the thought of a warm home with my family and friends giggling together started to fill in my head, I shed tears as I ran toward the village.

Knocking on every door I passed, hoping someone would open and let me in, I cried, "Please, let me in, please!" Banging on the wooden door, I begged, "Someone, please..." My knocking grew loud and aggressive.

Maybe i'll die here... maybe i'll never get to meet him again... maybe i... I slid down outside the door, wiping my tears as i waited for him...

I know he will kill me, i know he doesn't spare anyone who disobeys him especially those who betray him and his trust.

My vision became blurry as the snow fell on top of my head, starting to bury me. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees to my chest to keep me warm while I waited.

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I rubbed my eyes, slowly opening them. Seeing the figure standing in front of me, I scooted back against the wall, intimidated by his presence.

He gazed at me, his eyes piercing mine. It was him... those familiar eyes. Unable to breathe, I grasped my chest tight, Anxiety engulfed me in its daunting might.
It is him... he had found me, his prey... In that moment, I could only pray.

He approached me with a sly grin, his voice a velvet whisper in the dim light. "Awake at last," he murmured, "how was your slumber?" His eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors, locked onto mine as he knelt beside me. "Not in the mood to talk, I see." With a swift grasp of my chin, he peered into my fearful gaze, his furrowed brow demanding words. "Very well," he declared softly, lifting me effortlessly by the neck. Desperation fueled my futile struggle, clawing at his grasp and striking out, but his strength eclipsed mine.

My vision started to blur, unable to breathe. Gathering my strength one last time, I tried to strike him in the face. He swiftly caught my arms and slammed me against the wall, rendering me unconscious. "Oh? Did I hit her too hard?" He looked at my limp body. "Aww, come on... You can't even have a little fun with these humans because they're too weak." He released his grip, causing my body to thud loudly. "Pathetic," he muttered, clapping his hands. Two servant boys approached while he exited the room.

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I opened my eyes to find two black-haired boys tending to my bloodied limbs. "What did I do in my past life to deserve this hell?" I murmured, the words barely escaping my lips.

Looking up, I found myself staring into the azure eyes of one of the boys. His gaze was gentle, filled with concern. Softly, he asked, "Are you okay?" His voice seemed to echo in the quiet room, a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it.

"Yes..." I said. I could see the concerned look in his eyes. It was calming; it made my problems go away. It reminded me of... him.

"Hey" he said, waving his hand in front of me.

"Huh? Uh... yeah?" I responded, snapping out of my thoughts.

Don't speak to her. Douma-sama will punish you if you continue," the boy with cerulean eyes cautioned, his voice a stern whisper. He glanced at me momentarily before resuming his task of cleaning my bloodied limbs.

My gaze shifted to the other boy beside me, his azure eyes shimmering with concern. His black hair framed a face of serene beauty, his gentle touch and calm demeanor a stark contrast to the brutality of our leader. Everything about him seemed perfect, yet he served the very embodiment of cruelty.

"Hey, Y/N?" he murmured, tapping my shoulder lightly. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem so distant, lost in another world," he said, his voice a soothing balm in the cold, harsh room.

Snapping me away from my thoughts again, I mumbled, "Oh, uhmm... mhmm..." He gave me a look filled with concern, his brow furrowing slightly. "Maybe we should escort her back to her room," he suggested softly, his voice a gentle plea for my well-being.

The boy with cerulean eyes chuckled, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Yeah, she's mental," he said, shaking his head.

I glanced between them, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and humiliation. Their contrasting attitudes mirrored the inner turmoil I felt, one offering kindness while the other dismissed my fragility. The gentle boy's touch and soothing words were a balm, even as the other boy's mocking laughter stung.

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I reached my room and bid them farewell. I quickly pulled out my futon, collapsing onto it without a thought for my dirty and ripped kimono. I closed my eyes, desperately seeking rest, but it eluded me. The thought of escaping this wretched cult lingered, a constant torment. Rolling to the other side of my futon, I faced the wall, mind racing with plans for my next attempt.

"He's only treating me like this because I'm his next meal. He's going to eat me... alive," I whispered, the words barely escaping my trembling lips.

"Or..." a voice interrupted, sending a shiver down my spine. I flinched, sitting up abruptly. My heart pounded as I looked to my side, dread washing over me. It was him...

His presence filled the room, his eyes gleaming with a sinister glint. The air grew thick with tension, my previous thoughts of escape now overshadowed by his menacing gaze.

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A/N:

Hello did you enjoy reading?
this is my first time writing btw sorry if there's any grammar mistakes.