Hello My cute readers. 

This chapter contains descriptions of violence, manipulation, and non-consensual behavior. Please proceed with caution or skip this if these themes are distressing to you.

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Days had passed since Gojo spent the night at my dorm. The fleeting warmth of his presence lingered like a distant memory, yet life continued to march forward. With finals approaching in just a week, the end of the semester loomed over me like a storm cloud. Determined to do well, I decided it was time to buckle down and hit the books.

Despite Gojo's absence since that night, I assumed he was also preparing for the exams. His playful demeanor might suggest otherwise, but I knew he was as serious about his studies as anyone else. Meanwhile, Nanami had proven to be a reliable study partner, and we decided to arrange a study date at the library.

The library was quiet, a sanctuary of knowledge and a haven from the bustling campus outside. The large windows let in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows on the wooden tables. Nanami and I sat across from each other, our textbooks and notes spread out between us. The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages and the scratching of pens on paper.

Nanami was a picture of focus, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed his notes. I admired his dedication, the way he approached his studies with a calm and methodical precision. It was inspiring and motivated me to push through my own fatigue.

Hours passed in a blur of equations, diagrams, and practice problems. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the library's soft, overhead lights clicked on, casting a warm, inviting glow over our study table. Despite the intense focus on our work, a sense of camaraderie had developed between us. We exchanged quiet words of encouragement and shared brief smiles, our mutual goal of acing the finals uniting us.

"How are you holding up?" Nanami asked, looking up from his textbook with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"I'm managing," I replied with a tired smile. "Thanks for asking. How about you?"

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's been a productive session. But I think it's time to call it a day."

I glanced at my watch, surprised to see how late it had gotten. The library was nearly empty, save for a few other diligent students scattered across the tables.

"You're right," I agreed, starting to gather my notes. "We can pick up where we left off tomorrow."

Nanami and I packed our things in silence, the weariness of the day's efforts settling into our bones. As we stepped out of the library, the cool evening air was a welcome relief. The campus was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, the silhouettes of buildings standing tall against the darkening sky.

"Thanks for today," I said as we walked side by side. "I think we made good progress."

"Likewise," Nanami replied, his tone sincere. "It's good to have a study partner who is as dedicated as you are."

I smiled at his compliment, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Despite the stress and pressure of finals, there was a comforting sense of routine in our study sessions. Nanami's steady presence had become a source of stability amidst the chaos.

As we reached the fork in the path where we would part ways, I paused and turned to him. "Same time tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Get some rest, (Y/N). We still have a week to go."

"You too, Nanami. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he replied with a small wave before heading in the direction of his dorm.

I watched him go, a sense of gratitude welling up within me. It was nice to have someone dependable by my side during this stressful time.

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As Nanami and I parted ways, a sense of accomplishment settled over me. Despite the looming finals, I felt ready to face the challenges ahead with Nanami's steady presence and Gojo's lingering warmth. I walked the familiar path back to my dorm, my mind drifting between thoughts of study sessions and the mysterious absence of Gojo.

The campus was quiet, the evening air cool against my skin. Streetlights cast long shadows, adding an eerie quality to the otherwise serene surroundings. I quickened my pace, eager to reach the safety of my dorm. But as I turned a corner, a familiar, unsettling presence made my heart race.

"Sukuna," I whispered under my breath, my steps faltering.

He emerged from the shadows, his expression a twisted mask of anger and obsession. His eyes burned with a fury that sent chills down my spine.

"Thought you could escape me, didn't you?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You and that white-haired fool."

Fear gripped me, but I tried to stand my ground. "Leave me alone, Sukuna. I have nothing to do with you anymore."

His laughter was cold and mocking. "Oh, but you do. You think you can just move on? That I would let you?"

Before I could react, he lunged at me, his movements swift and violent. He grabbed me by the arm, his grip bruising-ly tight.

"Let go of me!" I struggled, but he was too strong.

He leaned in close, his breath hot and rancid against my face. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

With a swift, brutal motion, he struck me on the side of the head. Pain exploded in my skull, and the world went dark.

When I awoke, I was engulfed in darkness. The surface beneath me was hard and uncomfortable, nothing like the familiar softness of my bed. Panic surged through me as I tried to move, my body protesting against the lingering pain.

Where am I?

I struggled to sit up, my hands groping blindly in the dark. The air was cold and musty, the silence oppressive. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed faint outlines of furniture—a bed, a chair, a table.

A door creaked open, and I tensed, my heart pounding. Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice said, soft and eerie, sending a shiver down my spine.

A figure stepped into the room, and with a flick, the harsh light overhead buzzed to life. I squinted against the sudden brightness, my eyes slowly adjusting to the sight before me.

The man was tall and thin, his body covered in grotesque stitches that ran across his face, arms, and even his neck. His hair was a shock of light blue, and his eyes—one a chilling blue, the other a sickening gold—gleamed with a twisted delight. A smile stretched across his face, sinister and predatory.

"Welcome," he said, his voice unnervingly cheerful. "I'm Mahito."

I recoiled, pressing myself against the headboard. "W-what do you want with me?"

Mahito chuckled, stepping closer. "It's not what I want. It's what Sukuna wants. And he's very... possessive."

Fear clawed at me as I tried to comprehend the situation. I was trapped, held captive by a man who exuded a palpable sense of danger.

"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

Mahito's smile widened. "Because it's fun. And because you're important to Sukuna. He can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else."

He reached out, tracing a finger down my cheek, and I flinched. His touch was cold, sending a wave of revulsion through me.

"Don't worry," he said, his tone almost soothing. "You'll get used to it. Maybe you'll even learn to enjoy it."

I wanted to scream, to fight, but my body felt weak and unresponsive. The terror of my situation weighed heavily on me, and all I could do was stare at the man before me, praying for a miracle.

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As the oppressive silence settled around me, the door creaked open once more. My heart skipped a beat as Sukuna stepped into the room, his presence overwhelming the space with a suffocating aura of dominance and anger.

His presence was a dark cloud that filled the room with an oppressive energy. Mahito stepped back, his demeanor shifting from control to deference.

"Sukuna," Mahito greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration. "She's awake."

"Leave us," Sukuna ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Mahito nodded and exited the room, leaving me alone with the one person I had hoped never to see again. He took slow, deliberate steps towards me, each one causing my heart to pound harder in my chest.

Sukuna's eyes bore into mine, a cruel smirk stretching across his face. "So, my little escape artist is awake."

I tried to stand, my legs weak and shaky. "Let me go, Sukuna. You have no right to keep me here."

His laughter was sharp and mocking. "No right? You belong to me, (Y/N). You always have, and you always will."

Fear and anger warred within me as I took a step back, hitting the edge of the bed. "I don't belong to you. I never did."

In an instant, Sukuna was in front of me, just a mere feet away, "You think you can just run off and be with someone else? With that white-haired fool?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I trembled both with fear and anger, "I don't want anything to do with you. Let me go!"

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "You don't get to make demands, (Y/N). You belong to me."

In an instant, he was upon me, his grip bruising-ly tight on my arms as he yanked me off the bed. I struggled, trying to break free, but he was too strong. His fingers dug into my skin, and tears sprang to my eyes from the pain.

"Stop!" I cried, my voice breaking. "Please, just let me go!"

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Sukuna's expression hardened, and he shoved me against the wall, his face inches from mine.

"You need to be reminded of your place," he growled, his breath hot and rancid against my skin.

Before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine, the kiss brutal and punishing. I fought against him, my hands pushing at his chest, but he didn't budge. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I gagged, trying to turn my head away.

Tears streamed down my face as I continued to struggle, my desperation growing with each passing second. I felt his hands roam over my body, groping and squeezing with a roughness that made me sick to my stomach.

I managed to free one of my legs and kneed him in the groin with all my strength. Sukuna grunted in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to push him away and make a run for the door.

I barely made it a few steps before his hand closed around my wrist, yanking me back with a force that sent me sprawling onto the floor. He loomed over me, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You think you can escape me?" he snarled, dragging me back towards the bed. "You're mine, (Y/N). You'll always be mine."

I kicked and screamed, but it was no use. Sukuna threw me onto the bed, his weight pinning me down. His hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he leaned in close, his face twisted with anger and desire.

"I'll teach you to never defy me again," he hissed, his lips brushing against my ear.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and defiance coursing through me. I refused to let him break me, no matter how hopeless the situation seemed.

As Sukuna's grip tightened and his lips descended on mine once more, I knew I had to find a way out of this nightmare. I couldn't let him win. Not again.

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Hours seemed to stretch into an eternity, each moment filled with an overwhelming sense of dread and helplessness. Sukuna's cruelty was relentless, his need to dominate and control leaving me bruised and broken. My attempts to resist only seemed to fuel his anger, making the ordeal all the more harrowing.

Finally, he relented, his energy spent. He left me lying on the bed, a broken mess, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. As he walked towards the door, he cast one last, contemptuous glance in my direction.

"Remember this, (Y/N)," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. "You belong to me. No one else."

With that, he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him. I lay there, tears streaming down my face, my body aching from the assault. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, fear, and a burning desire for revenge.

I had to find a way out. I had to escape Sukuna's clutches and reclaim my life. But for now, all I could do was lie there, gathering my strength, and praying for a chance to break free from this nightmare

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Oh my God!!

Reader chan!!! You're kidnapped by sukuna!! What are you going to do now huh?

*Terrified*

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