𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 || DOUMA X YN || 16+

chapter 2

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"Or," he looked at me, his eyes glowing in the darkness of my room. "I could absorb you so you'll stay by my side... inside me... forever." His voice was a haunting whisper, and he gave me a slight smile, one that spoke of deep, twisted affection. It was clear he held great affection for me, and I knew I could use that to my advantage.

Slowly, he approached me. Kneeling beside me, he lifted my chin. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," he yelled, the sudden outburst startling the hell out of me. This piece of shit! How dare he yell at me? He let go of my chin and chuckled in amusement, the sound echoing ominously in the dark room.

He enjoys it when I get startled; he finds amusement in things rather... odd. My gaze shifted towards him, his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for me to talk, but I didn't. I stayed silent. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Fucking asshole.

His eyes dulled as he hid his mouth behind his fan, a golden accessory adorned with intricate lotus patterns and a green tassel. "Speak, doll..."

To him, I was nothing more than a prized decoration, a possession, a doll... The fucking bastard.

His hands caressed my face, and I recoiled in alarm. His mere touch sent a shiver down my spine, making me flinch. "Oh?~" His smile only deepened my revulsion.

His presence was a dark cloud, oppressive yet oddly comforting. His touch, though rough, was filled with an unsettling tenderness. I could feel the weight of his obsession, the intensity of his desire to keep me with him forever. As I met his gaze, I knew I could play this game, bending his twisted love to my will.

He leaned in closer, fully aware of his intentions, fully aware of how to repulse me. Scoffing, he shook his head, "I like you..." His gaze lingered on mine, "You amuse me... my love." My body stiffened, every fiber of my being recoiling from the vile utterance that had escaped his lips.

In that moment, all I wanted was to tear my brain apart, to eradicate the foul words he had just spewed.

He gave me a peck on the cheek before standing up, sending chills coursing through my entire body. "You... smell good," he murmured, hiding his face behind his golden fan. "I'll save you for later," he added before leaving.

But I know I won't die so soon; his twisted affection towards me is my lifeline. I'll exploit that, even if it means sacrificing everything I have. I'll do whatever it takes to escape this wretched place, to break free from the chains of his obsession.

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Before that infuriating jerk left, he told me I wasn't allowed to leave, not even my room. He put those two boys from earlier as my guards to watch my every move. That little shit.

I opened my door and stared at the two boys standing guard. It was them-the ones who helped me clean up earlier.

"Hello," I said. "Y/n please..." The boy said, I remember him, hes the one who's kind to me, i studied his features, it's him. "I never got your name." I responded. "There's no need" the other boy shot a glare at me before turning his head away, "Tenshi" He said "Call me tenshi" he gave me a warm, sweet smile which flustered me.

I closed the door on them, my heart pounded rapidly at the sight of his warm smile. I tried to calm myself down, I listened to them. I can hear them bickering outside. I walked towards my bed holding my chest tight and my flushed cheeks.

I laid down on my futon, giggling and kicking my feet. What the hell y/n! I can't get distracted! I slapped myself and shook my face, I can't fall in love now, I must escape.

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"Hmm... alright..." I heard a voice. I slowly rubbed my eyes, annoyed by the noise. I sat up from my futon, but something felt... different. The fabric, the scent... This isn't my fucking room. Where the fuck am i? I looked around the unfamiliar room and there i saw a black and gold crown-like hat with some hanging ornaments

And there i knew where I was, That fucking bastard. I rise up from his bed and saw something on my reflection, an unfamiliar kimono im wearing. It has a red and black flower pattern everywhere, what the fuck am i wearing. I looked around his room and something caught my eye. Woah what is this. It was a red small box with sparkling gems as decorations on it.

I opened it slowly, careful not to damage the delicate box. "You know you shouldn't be touching other people's things without permission," a voice said. I turned to meet his gaze. "What did you do to me? What the fuck am I wearing? What the hell happened?!" I screamed at him. I had been sleeping, and now I was here in these ridiculous clothes. Just what is he thinking?! "You are to be my bride," he said calmly. "We're to be wed."

He turned away, showing me his back. "I'm preparing for our wedding ceremony. You should too."

Then, with a smug look, he walked towards me. "Wife, you should be happy. You're going to marry a lord!" His eyes beamed with excitement.

"Lord, my ass," I retorted, rolling my eyes and pushing him away. "No one would want anything to do with you, you fucking monster!" I screamed.

His gaze hardened, a flicker of anger in his eyes. He then grabbed my throat, squeezing tightly. "You know... you shouldn't talk like that to your soon to be husband" He then slapped me in a fit of rage, causing my ears to ring and my nose to bleed. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He kept kicking my stomach nonstop until i collapsed to my knees.

"There... there..." He sat beside me and cradled my body "I'm sorry i've gone too far, my wife." He cupped my cheek wiping the tears forming at the corner of my eyes.

"Oh my wife... there mhm... Shhh" He stroked my hair, giving me little kisses on the forehead. "I forgive you but... the next time you say something like that again i will show no mercy." He hugged me tight which i found comforting and suffocating at the same time.

"You there outside," he called out "my wife seems tired, bring the drink" I opened my eyes in panick "W-what drink?" I uttered, words barely escaping my mouth. I tried to break free from his embrace but i just couldn't.

"Don't move." His voice unwavering, clearly he was mad so i kept myself shut. He smiled again but this time it was... creepy. "Wife, you should always obey me. I won't hurt you. I promise." He stroked my hair gently before hugging but this time. I returned his, i can feel his heartbeat rising at my touch and this exact moment i knew. I confirmed it, his love was no joke and it was suffocating.

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