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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 」 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐋
꧁꧂
No...
No...
No, no, no!
How can I be back!?
(Y/N) whirled around to find herself back in the Infinity Fortress after encountering Daki as a courtesan in Shinmachi, her breathing hitching when seeing the familiar twists and turns of the tatami floors, wooden platforms, and spiraling staircases.
"You!" She screeched at Daki as she lunged forward and wrapped her hands around her throat, slamming her back to the floor whilst staring at her in primal anger. "It's your fault that I'm back in this shitty place! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
"I wondered why I wasn't able to find you..."
(Y/N) stilled.
That... voice...
Before turning around, she stabbed Daki through the chest, smiling wickedly as she watched her convulse at the wound inflicted upon her. Standing up and flicking the blood from her blade, she turned to face Muzan with a twisted snarl and the burning fury of hatred in her (E/C) gaze. For some reason, when seeing such a venomous reaction from her, he couldn't help but smile. It was a cruel one, though, and one that all the more made her blood boil.
"You did something, didn't you?" He hummed as he watched her with predatory eyes. "You made it so I couldn't find you... you made it so the curse placed upon your body was disabled... how?"
"Let's say a friend helped me, you fucker," she scowled at him.
Muzan's smiled faded.
"The way you talk is crude. Fix it," he stated as he painted a finger at her, instantly she falling to her knees when feeling as if every single cell in her body was being destroyed with no way for her to regenerate, cracks appearing on her skin and blood seeping from her eyes, nose, and mouth. "I do not like it when one of my demons thinks that they can just remove themselves from my control. You are mine. You serve me. You devote yourself to me. You die for me."
"Fuck... you..." she spluttered out as her body shook uncontrollably, not caring if she were to die right then or not.
Muzan's eyes narrowed as he watched the Hashira kneel before him, yet still not commit herself to him.
It irritated him.
Finally, he let up on his punishment, and (Y/N) collapsed so that her palms lay flat on the ground, staring at the tatami flooring as she coughed and choked on her own blood. While her regeneration wasn't fast by any means since she had only assimilated a bit of human blood, it certainly should have kicked in by then. But because it was Muzan who did such things to her, her regeneration was slow going.
