Content Warnings: Depiction of non-con act and sexual assault. If you're uncomfortable, consider scrolling past this gray bar ▒▒▒▒▒ or CTRL+F / search for "protector" to skip that part before you start reading. I'll put a spoiler in the comment of this first paragraph, so you can check that out in case you don't want to read the uncomfortable part but still like to know what happens in this first scene.
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"CHO!"
The word tore from your throat in a shriek as you scrambled backward across the bed, away from what had been Yuji mere seconds ago, away from the monster wearing his skin. Away from Sukuna.
1, 2...
Choso's eyes snapped open. His battle-ready instincts kicked in instantly. It was already too late. Sukuna had him locked in an inescapable chokehold before he'd even fully registered the threat.
Adrenaline shot through your system. Your hand flew to your sleeve. The antidote syringe came free. You lunged, aiming for Sukuna's thigh.
3, 4, 5...
Sukuna's smirk widened into something feral. All teeth and predatory glee. The scar on your throat ignited in white-hot agony. Pain radiated outward in waves of searing heat. Your strength evaporated as if someone had pulled a plug. Your muscles turned into water. The syringe slipped from nerveless fingers as you collapsed onto the mattress.
Choso struggled against Sukuna's iron grip with increasing desperation. The mark across his nose writhed. Blood droplets danced in the air as he attempted to activate his cursed technique.
It was futile. Sukuna's raw power was overwhelming. And worse – you saw the hesitation in Choso's movements. He knew it was Sukuna. He knew you'd asked for this. He was ready. Yet, he couldn't do it. Not when Sukuna was wearing Yuji's face. That fatal crack in Choso's resolve was all Sukuna needed.
10, 11...
Gritting your teeth against the burning pain on your throat, you pushed yourself up on trembling arms and crawled away. One inch. Two inches. Not nearly far enough. Your vision swam, your head throbbed.
Behind you, you heard a dull thud. Choso had gone limp. Sukuna tossed him aside like garbage and pounced on you.
"Where do you think you're going, my little pup?"
His hands seized your shoulders and flipped you onto your back. He straddled your torso, his weight settling heavily across your hips.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You thrashed beneath Sukuna. Your movements were pathetic. Weak. So fucking weak. He leaned forward, pressing more of his weight down, effectively immobilizing you against the mattress.
15, 16, 17...
"This next part is a gamble," Sukuna grinned. "Let's find out, shall we?"
Without hesitation, he tore off his pinky finger. Just like that. A wet snap, the sickening crunch of cartilage. Blood sprayed across your face. You both stared at the severed digit – you in horror-struck confusion, Sukuna with calculating patience.
Nothing happened.
Sukuna's smile turned smug, victorious.
"Ha," he sneered disdainfully. "The brat didn't even think about himself. Even more stupid than I thought."
19, 20, 21...
He grabbed your face. You tried to wrench your head away, but his grip was implacable. You couldn't move. Couldn't fight. Even without this damn scar sapping your strength, you would have still stood no chance in a wrestling match against the King of Curses. He could crush you like an insect without even trying. Rage burned behind your eyes, hot as tears, edged with the bitterness of fear.
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