As Sukuna dragged me away from Gojo, my heart ached with every step. The fear was overwhelming, but I knew I had to keep my wits about me. I had to find a way to get us out of this nightmare. My mind raced, desperate to formulate a plan. But every idea that came to me seemed impossible. The cold grip of helplessness was tightening around my heart, and I cursed silently. I had to think of something. Anything.

Sukuna led me to another room, one that was sparsely furnished and dimly lit. The air was thick with the smell of mildew, and the shadows seemed to dance menacingly around us. He shoved me inside, locking the door behind him. I was alone, with nothing but my thoughts and the oppressive darkness.

I paced the room, my mind churning. There had to be something I could use, some way to fight back. But as the minutes ticked by, my hope dwindled. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I was on the verge of despair when something caught my eye.

In the corner of the room, half-hidden by a stack of crates, was a rusty metal pipe. It wasn't much, but it was something. I hurried over and picked it up, feeling the weight of it in my hands. It was old and corroded, but it was sturdy enough to do some damage. My heart pounded with renewed determination. This was my chance.

I waited, listening for any sounds outside the door. When I heard footsteps approaching, I knew it was now or never. I positioned myself by the door, my grip tight on the pipe. The door creaked open, and Sukuna stepped inside. He didn't even have time to react before I swung the pipe with all my strength, hitting him square in the side of the head. He staggered, a look of shock and rage on his face.

"You bitch!" he snarled, but I didn't give him a chance to recover. I swung again, this time aiming for his legs. He went down with a grunt, and I didn't wait to see if he was getting up. I ran.

My lungs burned as I sprinted down the hallway, the pipe still clutched in my hand. I could hear Sukuna cursing behind me, but I didn't look back. I had to get to Gojo. I had to save him. I burst into the room where he was held, my heart breaking at the sight of him slumped in the chair, barely conscious.

"Gojo!" I cried, dropping the pipe and rushing to his side. His face was battered, his breaths shallow. "Gojo, please wake up."

He didn't respond, and panic set in. I fumbled with the ropes that bound him, my hands trembling. Blood stained my fingers as I worked, but I didn't care. I had to get him out of here. Finally, the ropes came loose, and I gently lowered him to the floor.

"Gojo, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You have to wake up."

But he didn't stir. I shook him, tears streaming down my face. "Gojo, please!"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I knew I was out of time. I grabbed the pipe again and stood protectively over Gojo's unconscious form. Sukuna and Mahito appeared in the doorway, their expressions filled with malice.

"Step away from him," Sukuna ordered, his voice cold.

"Stay back!" I screamed, brandishing the pipe. "I'll kill you if you come any closer!"

Sukuna laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. "You're out of your depth, girl."

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. My heart stopped. "No, please," I begged. "Don't do this."

He raised the gun, aiming it at Gojo. "I'll make you watch him die," Sukuna said, his voice devoid of any humanity.

"No!" I cried, my voice raw with desperation. I moved to block his aim, but Sukuna was faster. He pulled the trigger, and pain exploded in my shoulder as the bullet tore through me. I screamed, falling to the floor. The pipe slipped from my grasp as blood pooled around me.

Sukuna yanked me up by my hair, his grip like iron. He threw me against the wall, my vision swimming from the impact. "You're nothing," he spat, kicking Gojo in the stomach. Gojo's body convulsed, and he fell unconscious again.

"No," I whispered, crawling towards Gojo. I had to save him. I couldn't let him die. "Please, no."

Sukuna aimed the gun at Gojo again, a twisted smile on his face. "Say goodbye."

In a surge of adrenaline-fueled desperation, I lunged at Sukuna, sinking my teeth into his arm. He roared in pain, the gun firing wildly. The bullet went astray, and I heard Gojo cry out. My heart stopped as I looked over and saw him clutching his side, blood seeping through his fingers.

"No!" I screamed, tears blurring my vision. Sukuna threw me off him, and I hit the ground hard. The world spun, but I forced myself to crawl back to Gojo. He was still alive, but barely. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me with a mixture of pain and love.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, his voice weak. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't say that," I sobbed, cradling his head in my lap. "You're going to be okay. We're going to get out of here."

But I knew it was a lie. I could see the life draining from his eyes, the color fading from his cheeks. I kissed his forehead, my tears falling onto his face.

He tried to smile, but it was a grimace of pain. "Don't...worry...I'm...okay," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

Sukuna's laughter echoed in the room, and I felt a cold rage settle in my chest. I looked up at him, my vision blurring with tears and fury. 

"You won't get away with this," I vowed, my voice shaking with emotion.

He sneered, raising the gun again. "Oh, I think I will."

Before he could take another step, Mahito burst into the room. "Sukuna, you have a phone call."

Sukuna's expression twisted with irritation. "Who the hell is calling at a time like this?"

Mahito looked uneasy. "It's him."

Sukuna's smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating look. He hummed in annoyance but nodded. "Fine. Keep an eye on them. I'll be back."

As Sukuna left the room, Mahito watched over us with a twisted smile. I tried to stay alert, to find some way to protect Gojo and myself, but my body was betraying me. The pain, the fear, and the exhaustion were too much. I felt my consciousness slipping away, the room spinning around me.

My last thoughts were of Gojo. I prayed he would survive, that somehow, we would make it out of this nightmare together. But as darkness closed in, I couldn't hold on any longer. My eyes fluttered shut, and I passed out, my body finally giving in to the overwhelming fatigue and pain.

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Nobody's POV:

Sukuna stalked down the hallway, irritation clear on his face. He hated being interrupted, especially when he was so close to breaking (Y/N) completely. But when Mahito mentioned "him," he knew he couldn't ignore the call.

Reaching a secluded room, he snatched the phone from the table, his grip tight. "What do you want?" he growled into the receiver.

A smooth, unruffled voice replied, "Sukuna, I trust everything is going according to plan?"

Sukuna's scowl deepened. "Everything was until your call interrupted me. What is it?"

The voice chuckled softly. "Patience, Sukuna. You must remember the bigger picture. We have more at stake than your personal vendettas."

Sukuna clenched his jaw, his anger barely contained. "Fine. What do you need?"

"Information," the voice said. "I need to know the status of your captives. Are they still... alive?"

Sukuna glanced back toward the room where (Y/N) and Gojo were being held. "For now," he replied. "But not for much longer if I have my way."

"Good," the voice replied, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Ensure they remain in your custody. We have plans for them."

Sukuna's irritation flared. He hated taking orders, especially from someone who spoke so calmly, so confidently. But he knew better than to disobey. 

"Fine. But remember, (Y/N)'s mine. I get to decide her fate."

"Of course," the voice said smoothly. "Just remember our agreement, Sukuna. We all have our roles to play."

With that, the call ended. Sukuna slammed the phone down, his mind racing with a mixture of anger and frustration. He hated being controlled, but he also knew he couldn't afford to lose his place in the grander scheme of things.

He returned to the room where Mahito stood guard. "Everything alright, boss?" Mahito asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"For now," Sukuna muttered. He looked over at (Y/N)'s unconscious form and Gojo's battered body. A cruel smile spread across his face. "Make sure they stay alive. I have plans for them."

Mahito nodded, a twisted grin on his face. "As you wish."

Sukuna's mind was already racing ahead, plotting his next move. He would make sure (Y/N) and Gojo suffered.

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The call ended, and the man placed the phone back on the table with deliberate care. He walked over to a window, looking out into the night with a contemplative expression. The city lights glimmered below, a sea of possibilities and hidden dangers.

He laughed softly to himself, a dark and mirthless sound. "Satoru," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Always in the way, always having everything handed to you on a silver platter."

His mind drifted back to the day (Y/N) had first arrived at the university. He had noticed her immediately, her presence a breath of fresh air amidst the monotony of academia. He had wanted to approach her, to introduce himself, but Satoru had swooped in first, his charming smile and easy confidence winning her over before he even had a chance.

The man's grip on the windowsill tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Always you," he muttered. "Always Satoru."

But he still had a soft spot for Satoru, yet, a part of him seethed with resentment, unable to forget or forgive the way Satoru effortlessly overshadowed him at every turn.

In front of Satoru, he wore a mask of friendship, pretending that everything was as it had always been. Deep down, though, the resentment festered, a poisonous seed that had taken root and refused to die.

"Satoru," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of bitterness and affection. "My dear friend. This time, things will be different."

He turned away from the window, his mind already racing with plans and schemes. He would see to it that Satoru paid for his arrogance, for always taking what he wanted without a second thought. And this time, he would make sure (Y/N) was caught in the crossfire.

But even as he plotted, a part of him ached with the memory of their friendship, the good times they had shared. It was a conflict that tore at him, a war between his need for revenge and the lingering affection he held for Satoru.

With a sigh, he shook off the thoughts and refocused on the task at hand. There would be time enough to deal with his conflicted emotions later. For now, he had to ensure that everything proceeded according to plan.

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Hey guyz.

I m sorry for taking this long to update. I had a major writer's block. I didn't in which direction I should take the story. So, I m really really sorry.

Also sorry for this small ass chapter. But don't worry there will be more. so keep it up.

Till then.

See you again soon.