Where you find yourself trapped with someone who's a "devil in disguise" You tried to push him away, but your body was still under the sway of the drug, your muscles refusing to obey your commands. You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as the pain grew more intense, your voice a broken whisper of protest. "Rindou, please," you begged, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Art not mine!