𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

- Chapter 44 -

TW: this chapter contains mention of sexual assault that may be upseting for some readers (nothing too descriptive).

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The days pass, and Helia finds herself unable to make contact with Toji. The inability to speak with him weighs heavily on her mind, and a mix of anger and hurt swirls within her.

She feels frustrated by his apparent avoidance, and the unresolved situation between them fills her with a sense of helplessness. How is she supposed to clear things up if she can't even talk to him?

Without a chance to talk to Toji, her anger and frustration build. The situation becomes more disheartening, and her hope of reconciliation begins to wane.

Right now, she enters the room of a clan member that she was asked to clean, she finds herself with some peace as the person is not present at the moment.

She has the opportunity to carry out her cleaning tasks without any disturbances. She begins to tidy up the space, immersed in the methodical process of dusting, sweeping, and tidying up.

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After thirty minutes in the room, the sound of the door opening behind her draws her attention. With a quick glance, she peeks through the corner of her eyes to see who has entered.

Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes Naoya, the very person she had hoped to avoid.

His eyes widen slightly, and a repugnant grin spreads across his face as his gaze falls upon her. He remarks slyly.

"Well, well, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't think I'd get to see you here."

Terror grips her heart as Naoya turns the lock, trapping her inside the room with him.

The air suddenly feels heavier, charged with a sense of danger as she realizes she's alone with him in a locked room.

She stands there, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear that courses through her veins. Naoya takes a step closer, his smirk growing wider as he slowly moves closer to her.

As she backs up slowly, she finds herself quickly pressed against the wall, her escape route blocked. Naoya continues to approach, his predatory stance growing ever closer. His expression remains smug and self-satisfied. He suddenly grabs one of her arms tightly.

"What are you doing?" She asks as she glares at him.

His grip tightens around her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh. He leans closer, his face inches from hers as he sneers. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm enjoying having you all to myself."

She attempts to pry Naoya's hand off her arm, trying to free herself from his grip. However, his hold on her is strong, making it difficult for her to break free.

"Let go!"

Naoya's response is a mocking laugh as he tightens his grip on her arm even more. He forcefully drags her and pushes her onto the bed, using his weight to keep her pinned down.

Her struggles to break free become more desperate as he uses his strength to hold her in place.

He leans in closer, his face hovering above hers. His voice is hushed and deceptively soothing as he whispers.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Just relax and let me do what I want."

Her efforts to push him away are fruitless as Naoya grips her wrists with bruising force, pinning them down.

The strength of his grip on her wrists leaves her forearms aching. With her wrists locked in his grasp and her body pinned beneath his weight, she feels helpless and scared, unable to break free from his hold.