Minhonn_
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- Parts 12
They offered shelter.
Lost, tired, and desperate under the brutal Texas heat, eight college friends thought Toji and Naoya were just good ol' boys-kind, simple locals willing to help strangers in need.
Toji's easy smile and handsome face made it easy to trust him, and Naoya's polite manners only reinforced the illusion.
But that kindness was a lie, a carefully crafted trap.
Every warm word was a thread tightening around them, every friendly gesture masking the slow, inevitable unraveling.
There was sadistic amusement in Toji's gaze as fear smothered hope.
They didn't mean to save them.
They meant to slaughter them.
But for Y/N-
Toji meant submission...
"I wanna go home..." she whispered, throat raw from screaming.
Toji cups her face, all soft and low drawl, the kind that sounds almost gentle if you weren't already bleeding.
"Y/N... You are home. Now shut up 'n start actin' like a good girl. Been waitin' for a girl like you."
One by one, the friends fall: Gojo, Shoko, Nobara, Yuji, Mei, Choso, Sukuna, and Y/N. Blood-soaked games, carved-up truths, and the kind of love that carves deep into your flesh.