Haze of Bliss • jjk x reader

100 Ritual

I do wanna warn this is a dark chap, not that we haven't gone there before but heads up.
(Also heres the playlist you should especially listen this chap)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2V78N9GK4miy2utftgCxxk?si=roQR49YPQKCaJY3I11bW3Q

Songs: Hypnosis- Sleep Token, Babylon- SZA, Kendrick Lamar,
Mockingbird-Instrumental, Eminem

Gojo led you through the group to a door guarded by Nanami and Shoko. The two entered the room, followed by you and Gojo and the door was shut and locked.

Taking in the environment your throat went dry, unconsciously stepping back and curling into yourself. "No..." It was a cold, dark, windowless cement room. Chains with cuffs surrounded a thin mattress on the floor, along with a certain knife. Finally, your eyes settled on the drain beside the mattress. "You fucking rat!"

"Y/n..." Gojo's brows furrowed, trying to find his words.

You were practically baring your teeth, cornered prey begging to be ended with a single swift attack. "I told you I don't want this! Just kill me, coward!" Gojo kept silent, looking at you with a shield of hardened, blank eyes. Shoko and Nanami avoided your gaze wandering to them for help, and your shoulders dropped. "Try whatever last ditch, pathetic, desperate things you want. If you think doing this will help me, you're sorely mistaken. I'll be far from healed after you bleed me out."

Your words may have sunned the seeds of doubt in their mind, but they had already committed to this course knowing you opposed your fate. They had already steeled their nerves and sealed off their emotions in preparation for your harsh words.

The three of them worked together to hold you down and trap your body in cuffs and chains. Forcing you to be sprawled out and vulnerable in every way possible. Nanami kneeled beside your head, Shoko by your legs, and Gojo at your midsection. "I'll try to make it fast." He was vacant of any expression, but his tone dripped with sorrow.

Your pupils were large, almost taking up the entirety of your iris. Your teeth were grit, a show of aggression and yet fear. "I'll give you a fate worse than death, Satoru!"

Internally he found himself okay with that, deserved after what he was about to do. He placed the tip of the blade against your lower abdomen, beginning to recite the incantation. "Endure this torture, so that you may return to your true self."

Your breath caught in your throat with a stifled cry as the knife was plunged into your flesh, wrists pulling against their confines. Gojo pulled the knife out, a trail of blood following. He moved it a little lower, tip dimpling your skin until it pierced through. "I will guide you through the darkness, back into the light."

The sound of your pained cry increased with the second point, back arching up and accidentally forcing the blade deeper. With a grimace Gojo pulled the knife out, pressing his hand against the profusely bleeding wounds. Despite it a steady flow of red followed, coating your stomach and the mattress below. As he lined up with the next scar your yell echoed through the room, "Stop i-eeugh!" Your body pulled taught as the knife entered, cuffs making their own deep marks in your skin.

"Rid of this blood, so that you may create it anew." Gojo's voice was low, drowned out by your scream. "Through your flesh and bone." He flinched at the sharp cry you let out as the knife sunk into the middle of your thigh, his hands shaking and smeared with your blood. He did the same to your other thigh, quickly switching places with Shoko so the woman could stop any bleeding possible.