𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

8

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"Well, well," remarked the imposing figure at the center. Standing tall with a well-defined physique, his arms adorned with tattoos, the man exuded an air of intimidation.

Clad in a black t-shirt and sporting a buzz cut that hinted at a military background, he wore an aura of authority that immediately put Yuji and you on edge.

Summoning the courage to speak, you hesitated, "C-can we help you?" Yuji sensed an ominous tension, recognizing the potential danger they were in.

"Of course, you can, sweetheart," he replied mockingly, striding forward as he grabbed you by the arm and callously causing the groceries in your hands to scatter on the ground.

Your wince at the rough treatment went unnoticed as the other men closed in around you and Yuji.

"Your boyfriend has something he needs to pay back," he declared, leaving you momentarily puzzled. It didn't take long to dawn down on you who he was speaking of.

"He's not my boyfriend," you asserted sternly, but the larger man only chuckled in response.

"I have no care whether you are or aren't; you two are coming with us." With that, you and Yuji were forcibly dragged along.

Despite your struggles, their holds remained unyielding. They even resorted to violence, striking Yuji when he resisted too much, forcing him to comply as he wasn't the violent type like his brother.

"Y/n..." Yuji mumbled, blood dripping down his busted lip. Tears welled up as you watched them push Yuji around.

Arriving at the same alley where this ordeal had begun, the two men forced Yuji to his knees, blindfolded him, and bound his hands behind his back. Then, they turned their attention to you, repeating the process with cold efficiency.

The shuffling of the men grabbing chairs and the distinct odor of smoke filled the air, indicating they were probably smoking.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, the sheer horror of the situation overwhelming you like never before.

The ominous uncertainty of their intentions with you and Yuji gnawed at your thoughts. You had seen enough crime movies to have an idea, and you didn't like it.

Regret gnawed at you for not bringing Sukuna along. Now, you and Yuji were defenseless, at the mercy of these menacing men.

"Call him," the man ordered, and the room fell into an anticipatory hush. The phone's silence persisted until it buzzed, repeating the cycle until someone finally answered.

The man attempted to establish communication, cautioning, "Don't hang up; it's in your best intere—" Abruptly, the call descended into a deadline, leaving an uneasy silence hanging in the air and you probably would have snorted if the situation weren't so dire.

Enraged, the man growled, delivering a forceful punch to the brick wall beside him. "How dare that imbecile hang up on me!" His roar echoed through the space, causing you to flinch at the sudden escalation in tone.

"Text him and tell him we've got them," he commanded, his exasperated sigh revealing a hint of frustration and impatience.

The unfolding events left you on edge, bracing for the unknown that awaited you and Yuji.

A call interrupted the tense atmosphere, prompting the man to scoff before answering and putting it on speaker.

"I told you it was in your best interest to stay in line with me. We've got your brother and your little girlfriend," the man declared, his words laced with menace.