Break Free || Muzan x Tanjiro

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Muzan shut the door furiously, then walked over to the half naked demon slayer. In a swift motion, he pinned poor Tanjiro under him aggressively.

Tanjiro's breath hitched. He knew what was to come and that he can't do anything about it, but still, he tried to at talk some sense into him...

"W-wait, Muza--"

"Not another word from you." He cut him off, growling. The strong smell of his fury immediately wafting the air.

He ripped Tanjiro's haori off and threw it to the side. Of course, this caused a reaction from him.

"Stop!! What do you think you're- AAAAAH- HAAHH!!!"

The red-eyed demon rammed inside him all at once, and not even a second did he stop to let him adjust. He continuously thrusted into the poor boy, viciously rampaging his insides.

Tanjiro screamed and cried, not even able to think how loud he was. His pleading cries rang throughout the whole room, maybe even this building. But despite his obvious pain, the demon showed not an ounce of mercy, and instead moved faster by each thrust.

Finally, with one last hard pound, Tanjiro screamed, and they simultaneously came.

Muzan saw the pain written all over Tanjiro's face. For a second, He felt his chest sting.

He shook his head and pulled out of him.

The demon stood up. Clothes then magically appeared on him.

He walked towards a corner of the room, then, punching the wall...

"FUCK!!!" He screamed in a shrill-like sound, startling the sore Tanjiro in the bed.

He clawed his right hand at his left wrist and dug his nails with extreme force. His fangs grew longer, eyes now a dangerous crimson red.

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY YOU DROVE ME CRAZY?!?!" He screamed at nothing, or that's how Tanjiro saw it. He thought, no, knew he smelled strong regret and suffering from Muzan.

"I'm going mad. I'm losing my mind. Shit- FUCKING HELL!!!"

He slashed his right wrist with his left nails, creating an abnormally large wound on his forearm.

To anyone, he may seem like he's has lost his sanity. However, Tanjiro thought different. He knew Muzan needed help. The scene in front of him was enough evidence for all the questions he's been meaning to ask, yet never let them off his tongue.

Something's off. It's as if Muzan's a whole different person now.

Why's he harming himself?

What is he screaming at?

Seeing him in this state... it made Tanjiro's heart ache badly. This wasn't normal, anyone would think. It's not normal to feel worried for someone who captured and raped you, and used you as their toy to vent out their anger on.

But... Tanjiro thought to himself. He must be tormented far too much... he's breaking.

Oh, Tanjiro and his kind heart. Even through everything the demon's put him through, he has never hated him once.

At some point, he wanted to go up and hug the demon, but he's too sore to even move, let alone stand.

Muzan stopped self-harming and yelling at nothing all of a sudden. This scared Tanjiro even more than the thought of being raped again.

What's going on? Did he stop functioning?

Muzan turned around, walked out the room, and harshly slammed the door.