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Nezuko didn’t understand who thought this was a good idea. Who on earth approved of this field trip? Nezuko wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to make a trip to the asylum. Sure it could be argued that it was a good place for someone seeking a job in psychology. But not everyone here was looking to go into that field. But it was a potential that some people could.

Nezuko wasn’t planning on entering that field when she graduated. Tanjiro tried to reassure Nezuko. He had gone on this exact field trip when he was Nezuko’s age. Tanjiro’s girlfriend, Mitsuri, stated the same thing. She had just started her first year of college while Tanjiro was about to graduate at the end of this school year. It was just a little quirk of their school. It still made little sense as to why this was even a required field trip.

The two agreed but there was nothing that could be done. It was either do this or an in-depth research study on some arbitrary subject that the teacher chose. At least with just the field trip, there was less of a paper needed at the end. There was one but it was mainly a summary of the experience rather than a whole research paper. So Nezuko gritted her teeth and decided to just do the field trip. At least it was just a simple trip, it was just to an incredibly eerie place.

The trip was to last a full week. It took a full day to get to the town near the asylum, with the asylum being forty minutes from the town. The travelers were to stay at a hotel for the night after arriving. They then went to the asylum for the next four days. The final day was going to be a day out in the town for fun. The final day was the return drive home. It was a simple plan for the week.

They were almost to the town at this point. Nezuko was anxious but so was everyone else on the bus. They all had the same sentiment that Nezuko had. This was dumb but they would rather do this than the research paper. Regardless of the consignment that this is what they must do, Nezuko’s classmates were still uneasy. Everyone was whispering to their neighbor wondering what they would see. Was it going to be bad? Were they going to see some mentally disabled folks? Some violent men? Who knows?

Nezuko hoped that it wouldn’t be that terrible. They all should be fine. Their teacher had stated that the asylum as top of the line security. Nezuko was confident about that as well. Her uncle was a security guard at the asylum as well. The girl had forgotten about that until recently as her father had mentioned that when she told him where the trip was. So Nezuko should be totally fine.

Nezuko’s attention was grabbed by Aoi. Her friend had grabbed her arm in concern. Out of everyone, Aoi had been the most worried. This was out of all the students that had decided to go on this trip. She would have stayed behind and begrudgingly done the paper if she hadn’t been pursuing a medical degree. Thus, her parents strongly urged the teen to go on the trip. “So…How are you doing? Nervous? I know I am…”

Nezuko giggled slightly but it was mostly to ease her own nerves. She rubbed her friend’s shoulder soothingly. Nezuko’s voice was filled with reassurance for both her friend and for herself. “I could tell. I am concerned as well. But I’m sure nothing will happen. I feel that we’ll be completely fine!”

Aoi looked ready to respond to that statement. She had been unable to do so. From the seat behind, two hands came out. The owner laid a hand on each of the two girl’s outer shoulders. Nezuko looked back to see that it was Ume who had laid her hands on them. She seemed to be confident compared to the rest of them. “Oh, we’re gonna all be fine! Nothing is going to happen!”

Nezuko raised an eyebrow in interest. Ume was shockingly calm about this whole situation. Actually, now that Nezuko thought about it, Ume was the first to sign up for the trip and with no hesitation as well. Aoi noticed the cheery attitude as well. She asked the white-haired girl in slight confusion. “You seem awfully calm about this. Actually weren’t you the most enthusiastic to come here?”

Ume nodded while leaning on the top of the seat. Her light blue eyes were glistening if anything. She was confirming Aoi’s accusation with joy. “Oh I am. I’ve been wanting to go on this trip for a while.”

Aoi was bewildered at what she was hearing. Nezuko frowned and turned to face Ume better. Why was Ume so excited to go to an asylum? There had to be some sort of reason. Nezuko asked in pure confusion. “Oh you are? How come? Is there a specific reason?”

Ume winked at Nezuko and grinned mischievously. There was a look in her eyes though. There was a deathly serious glare in her light blue eyes. She was firm in whatever it was that she was about to say. Her voice was filled with playfulness though her voice didn’t match the expression. “That’s personal! I ain’t telling ya!”

Nezuko shrugged and just gave up. Aoi was just even more confused. Both girls understood that they were not getting anything out of Ume. Sure they were curious. But it was clear as day that Ume was saying nothing. If Nezuko were to speculate it could be possible that Ume has a family member that is institutionalized at the asylum. But why would Ume be excited about that then? It was strange…

But that was a matter of time before they arrived in the town. Nezuko was trembling in anticipation and worry. Nezuko was hoping that this week wouldn’t be that bad. But there was something deep inside of Nezuko that told her otherwise. There was dread forming in the pit of Nezuko’s stomach that she couldn’t fully brush away.

Nezuko was praying that this week would end up just fine.

It was the next day and the class of 25 was standing outside of The Infinity Asylum. Everyone stared at the entrance with a look of unease, even Ume wore this look. Nezuko was especially nervous. Sure she knew that her uncle was there and that he would protect the students. But nonetheless, this was a scary prospect. Rokuro-sensei was unbothered by the imposing building. Rather he was annoyed at the students. He made his thoughts known. “All of you don’t need to be so nervous. Nothing is going to happen…Just relax and let's go in…”

The teacher walked up the stairs and the doors opened for him. Ume walked up first with not much thought. Eventually the other students followed along, including Nezuko. The group stepped inside and saw an elegant looking lobby. There were a few people in there that appeared to be visitors as well. Just most likely for family rather than the reason the school was here.

Nezuko could see offices to the right and left. There was a second floor visible from here. The large desk in the center had multiple officers and who appeared to be a doctor standing there. The doctor looked up and saw the group. She appeared to recognize Rokuro-sensei. “Ah, Rokuro its nice to see you again. Its that time of the year again?”

Rokuro chuckled and walked just a bit closer. “Indeed it is Tamayo. Why don’t you introduce yourself? This batch is as nervous as the last one.”

The doctor, Tamayo, chuckled amusedly. She stepped out from behind the desk and stood in front of all the students. Her purple eyes exuded a calming nature. She put Nezuko’s mind at ease at least a little bit. Her voice was relaxing as well. “Greetings Kimetsu Academy students. I am Tamayo, the head psychiatrist here at The Infinity Asylum. I hope that this week here is a good lesson in the treatment of mental conditions. Any questions right now?”

All of the students looked around at each other. They all surely had questions of their own. But what could they say? Would their questions be seen as rude? Would Tamayo be able to answer their questions? Ume out of all students was the one to speak first. “What qualifies a person to be institutionalized here specifically? Isn't this an asylum that takes in criminals as well?”

That last question struck something within all the students. There was more fear rather than the calm from a few seconds ago. Was that true? Were there actual criminals housed here? Why on earth would the school approve sending to the students to such a place?! It was such a stupid idea!

Tamayo noticed the change in all the students. She tried to put everyone at ease with her explanation. “That is true, some convicted criminals are housed here. However, they are housed in the far back of the asylum in the sub levels behind extra security. Rest assured they cannot come here so easily. The reason a few are housed here is on the basis that they could be rehabilitated and become a functioning member of society. We mainly house those of lesser, petty crimes…”

Ume had instantly thought of another question. She had come fully prepared for anything that Tamayo was going to say. It was shocking to see as Ume had never expressed an interest in this topic before. What changed? Ume spoke firmly. “Do you house any hardened criminals? Any who have committed crimes such as murder?”

Tamayo seemed put off by the questions. It didn’t seem to be solely because of the questions themselves. But it was almost as if she couldn’t fully explain. That caused Nezuko’s heart to seize. But Tamayo tried to be as relaxed as possible. “One maybe two. But they are kept under tight watch. They are here because of the government. But they haven’t proven to want to re-offend. I can't go into too much detail as that breaks patient confidentiality. Any other questions?”

Some other students raised their hands to ask questions. Nezuko was just contemplative. She was worried that there were really bad people in this place. Surely they will all be fine this week, nothing should happen. Tamayo did say that they were in a secured section of the asylum. Thus Nezuko shouldn’t be seeing anyone bad.

Some time has passed by since the class had arrived. Tamayo had begun to lead the students through the main area of the asylum. The woman had explained that most of the people that were in admitted via family. Further in were people forcibly admitted by the police. Further in were the criminals.

Tamayo explained that she was the lead doctor. She was in charge of all the care that the patients received. Tamayo stated that her goal was to be able to reintroduce all of her patients into society one day. She’s had success in the past. Albeit it was only a few people. Tamayo hoped that one day there would be even more patients. She hoped for the best for humanity. Nezuko found that respectable. So did Aoi. Cause after some time of being nervous, she was able to open up and ask Tamayo some questions.

Now all of the students were standing around waiting for lunch. Nezuko was standing on the edge of the group. She needed to head to the bathroom. She just needed to ask Tamayo where the restroom was. The girl finally had the chance when the woman stopped her conversation with Rokuro-sensei. Nezuko was quiet with her question. “Where is the bathroom?”

Tamayo leaned down and answered Nezuko’s question softly. “It's down the hall behind us. Go down the third left and it’s the fourth door to the right. You cannot miss it.”

Nezuko nodded her thanks and began to leave. Nezuko walked over to the hall Tamayo mentioned before. Nezuko walked past a few employees while making her way to the restroom. They were speaking amongst themselves. Nezuko heard something from them. They were saying something about a patient it seemed. Something about being concerned about a particular man within the asylum. Nezuko didn’t hear too much beyond that.

Nezuko made it to the bathroom and did her business within. Nezuko was wondering why the employees were worried about one patient. What could this man have possibly done? Was he deranged? Mentally insane? A raving lunatic? A criminal? Nezuko was even more concerned now. The girl finished and washed her hands. The teen left the bathroom.

Only to run right into a random man.

Nezuko ran right into the side of his body. He wore clothes that indicated that he was a patient. The man seemed to have been surprised. Granted that was how Nezuko felt as well. In front and behind the man were two security guards. She looked up at the man in an apologetic manner. Her tone portrayed that emotion. “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you!”

The man smiled at Nezuko reassuringly. His hair was raven black and in disarray. Nezuko could see his eyes. They were an eerie crimson color. This man was off-putting in nature but at the same time carried himself as a gentleman. His voice was silky smooth and easily put Nezuko at ease. “It’s not an issue. I doubt you expected this little encounter to happen.”

Nezuko looked at the two security guards in uncertainty. They both didn’t seem to know what to do. The one in the front appeared to want to shoo Nezuko away. The other one simply shrugged. The raven-haired man noticed and chuckled. “Excuse these two, they are afraid I’m going to run away. But why would I?”

The man winked at Nezuko while speaking his next statement. “Free housing.”

Nezuko couldn’t help but giggle. Why was this man here? He didn’t seem to be that bad. In the sense that there didn’t seem to be any clear mental problems he suffered from. Sure he might be messed up in the head and could mask it. But with this initial glance, he seemed fine. He leaned a bit closer. The guards looked even more cautious now. The man spoke while ignoring security. “My name is Muzan. Could I know your name darling?”

Nezuko opened her mouth to answer Muzan’s question. It was the polite thing to do. Nezuko had been unable to respond. As down the hall, a familiar voice spoke out in confusion that quickly changed to worry. “Nezuko? What are you-? Why is he here?”

Nezuko looked to the left to see her uncle at the end of the hallway. His wine eyes looked at the scene before him. He motioned for Nezuko to come over to his side at once. The teen obeyed without much thought. This was her family and she had to listen to him. He knew best, especially in this place.  Nezuko stood right behind her uncle as he spoke angrily. “Why is he here? Didn’t you get the message that we were delaying his session today?”

The security guy in the front turned slightly pale. He looked back at his companion who mirrored his expression. It was clear as day that they hadn’t gotten the message. Michikatsu even noticed with a sigh. “You were supposed to have been told. So you came all this way for nothing and could have very well caused severe consequences for everyone out here…”

The guards turned beet red in shame. They had failed in their one job. Muzan made light of the situation. He mocked the two guards. “Don’t be so down. I will eventually have my therapy session. This wasn’t a complete waste of time. You could let me outside for once.”

Michikatsu shot a death stare at the raven-haired man. Muzan noticed it. He shook his head and sighed. “What? Really that worried I’ll run? Come on, you of all people know I’m not one for running away. That’s the coward's way out of a situation…I also find this place to be pleasant why would I want to leave?”

Michikatsu stared in uncertainty. He turned around and took Nezuko by her shoulder and began to lead her out. He looked at the two guards one final time. The commands he gave were direct and firm. “Stay right there and do not let him out of your sight. I will be right back to deal with this mess you two almost created…”

Michikatsu began to lead Nezuko out of that hall. Before they fully left Nezuko heard Muzan call out from behind. “A pity our meeting was cut so short. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime in the future Nezuko. But I suppose it's farewell for now.”

Michikatsu pulled Nezuko along at a much quicker pace. He basically dragged Nezuko back over to the group. Nezuko wondered why he was doing this. Why was he so nervous? Was Muzan really that messed up in the head? Tamayo took notice of Michikatsu and strolled over. Her face outlined her bewilderment. “Michikatsu? Is something wrong?”

The charcoal-haired man sighed angrily. He promptly began his explanation. “Some idiot decided to not inform Muzan’s guards that his session was pushed to later today. So we have a bit of an issue. He’s in the hallway I just came out of. He was speaking to my niece…”

Tamayo’s face turned slightly white in color. He looked at the man and then behind him in the hallway. Finally, her gaze was laid firmly on Nezuko for a few seconds. She seemed to be in complete fear. Her eyes returned to Michikatsu as she asked rapidly. “I'm sure Rokuro can finish the tour with our guests. I will deal with Muzan, but I will need you.”

Michikatsu shrugged nonchalantly. “That is fine by me. I just want him out of here. I will join you in a moment I want to make sure my niece is fine”

Tamayo nodded and left at once to the hallway. Nezuko watched until the woman vanished around the corner. That now gave Nezuko the chance to speak to her uncle. She was curious about Muzan. What was wrong with him? Nezuko dared to ask. “So… What's his deal? He seems to be fine at first glance. He doesn’t seem to be…How to put it…?”

Michikatsu finished up Nezuko’s thoughts for her. “He doesn’t seem to be like a raving lunatic is what you want to say?”

Nezuko nodded in response. Michikatsu stroked the back of his head as he thought about how to explain. It was evident that he was going to hide many aspects of why Muzan was here. Not that Nezuko expected a full answer. Her uncle began. “He isn’t like the stereotypical patient. But he does suffer delusions. He just keeps them firmly reigned in. Don’t let his outward demeanor fool you. He could strike if you let your guard down. Got it?”

Nezuko nodded in agreement. But she didn’t fully understand why her uncle was saying this. Sure he knew significantly more than she did. But still. This just confused Nezuko. She wanted to understand why her uncle acted this way. Nezuko wanted to ask but could tell that she would not be receiving an answer.

Aoi made her way over to Nezuko with Ume behind her. She grabbed her friend’s shoulder. Aoi’s sea-blue eyes were filled with concern. She looked at the imposing man in worry. “Nezuko, what happened? Why is there a security guard behind you?”

Nezuko looked back at Michikatsu. The man was eyeing her friends with interest. Nezuko noticed her uncle’s gaze linger on Aoi for a second too long. But that could be because Aoi was holding onto Nezuko. The girl explained. “Oh, this is the uncle I mentioned. Uncle Michikatsu, these are my friends Aoi and Ume.”

Michikatsu nodded and looked at the two once more. Again, Nezuko didn’t fail to notice that her uncle’s gaze lingered on Aoi. But it did seem like he was also looking at Nezuko. So Nezuko just brushed it aside. His voice was as formal as could be. “Greetings. I hope that you two are doing well…”

Aoi nodded in response. She was as friendly as could be. “Hello. Did something happen? Or did you just meet randomly?”

Michikatsu was as vague as could be. How could he explain that Nezuko had run into a patient. Michikatsu wasn’t stupid hes probably seen all the other students in the past. He knew that they got nervous when it came to the patients. So he lied. “We just ran into each other. But that’s not relevant right now. I have a matter to attend to. Good bye for now.”

Michikatsu left the group and walked back into the hall they had just left. Nezuko could tell right away that that he was heading to where Muzan was. Was he really that big of a concern? Sure it seemed that he wasn’t supposed to be here but surely Muzan couldn’t be that dangerous right?

Nezuko looked at her friends with a neutral expression. The girl had decided that it was better to tell the truth. She wanted to make sure it was as calm as possible when she clarified. The girl was relaxed and quiet as can be. “What my uncle said was a lie. Sure us meeting was a coincidence. What happened was that I ran into a patient after I left the restroom.”

Aoi looked in pure dread. Ume had raised an eyebrow in interest. The sable-haired girl gripped Nezuko more firmly than before. She was fully worried about Nezuko running into one of the patients. Her voice expressed that. “You ran into a patient?!”

Nezuko nodded. She scratched the back of her head as she thought further about speaking to Muzan. He really didn’t seem to be that messed up in the head. Nezuko was really wondering why he was in here. Why did he have two guards? Why was Tamayo and Nezuko’s uncle so concerned?

Nezuko sighed and began to explain. “I did. The thing is he didn’t seem to be all that messed up. He was rather charming if anything. A bit of a jokester. Yet my uncle and Tamayo seemed to be worried about this guy. My uncle was saying that this man was not to be trusted. But he really seems fine otherwise.”

Aoi seemed to be skeptical of what Nezuko was saying about Muzan. It was an understandable fear. Then there was Ume’s reaction. She seemed to believe what Nezuko was saying about the guy being fine mentally. She added her two cents. “He could be fine. Some families forcibly institutionalize their family members for bullshit reasons. That could have been this guy’s case.”

Nezuko nodded in agreement. That could be the case but who knows. One thing Nezuko was curious about was why Ume seemed to know so much about this. Why did she have this much knowledge about asylums? Did she have a family member here in the asylum? Nezuko dared to ask. “How do you know so much about how an asylum is ran, Ume?”

Ume stared at Nezuko in a deathly serious manner. Her head cocked just slightly which indicated the gravity of her next statement. “That is personal. You don’t need to know why I know so much about this topic.”

Nezuko shrugged but she really was curious. But it was clear that no answer was going to be given. But for the time being was the rest of this initial tour. Tomorrow was going to be more of an in-depth study of the various patients the asylum housed.

It was a new day now. Nezuko, Aoi, Ume, and seven other students were with Rokuro-sensei as he took them toward the therapy session they were to observe. Aoi was the most uncomfortable with listening in on such a private matter. Rokuro-sensei reassured Aoi that the patient allowed the students to listen in.

Nezuko wasn’t too convinced. If the people here were mentally unwell who’s the say that were fully aware of what they agreed to. The oil haired teen wanted to say something but knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. Why on earth would he stop just on a technicality? So there was nothing else that could be done.

The students walked past a few guards that appeared to be almost panicked. Why did they look to be in incredible fear? They said nothing to the group passing by. They were focused on whatever task they were heading towards. A few other employees looked to be equally confused seeing security acting the way that they were.

So Nezuko just brushed it aside. The girl labeled it in her brain that it was just how security always was. After all her uncle and the other two from yesterday acted similarly. The students and teacher continued. They were pretty far into the asylum. It wasn’t quite in the section Tamayo stated houses some petty criminals. But it was close enough to cause mild unease.

Rokuro-sensei looked back at the students with him. His eyes were filled with determination. He spoke firmly at the students. “I need you all to be quiet while we listen in on this session Tamayo is performing. This is an honor we have been afforded. We cannot just squander this opportunity. Do you understand?”

All of the students nodded in understanding. Nezuko was still nervous. There was something wrong the girl could feel it. A low rumble was forming in the pits of Nezuko’s stomach. There were butterflies in Nezuko’s chest. There was no reason to feel this way and yet Nezuko did.

The group rounded a corner the session room was just down this hallway. Rokuro-sensei stopped in his tracks suddenly. All of the students stopped as well. They were all confused as to what was going on. Why were they all stopped?

Garnet eyes looked down the hall to see what was going on. Nezuko watched as Tamayo bolted down the hallway with two security guards in pure terror. What on earth? What was going on? Why did Tamayo look so scared? The woman dashed up to Rokuro-sensei and grabbed him by his shoulders. The man spoke. “Tamayo? What’s wrong?”

Tamayo grabbed Rokuro-sensei’s shoulder in terror. Her purple eyes were filled with dread. Her voice was barely above a terrified hiss. “You need to leave! Get all of your students and get out of here!”

Rokuro-sensei was utterly baffled to hear Tamayo say that. Nezuko was equally confused. What on earth was going on? That was when Nezuko spotted who looked like a patient wobbling up to the group. He didn’t seem to be all there. Was…Was he ok?

Rokuro-sensei noticed the man and moved himself. He stood in front of the group to try and talk to the man approaching. His voice was firm as he spoke, no concern to deescalate. “Hey! Are you ok? What on earth are you-?”

Rokuro-sense stopped talking as Nezuko watched the man suddenly move his hand. His right hand was outstretched to the side. There was something shiny in his hand. What was that? What did he do?

Rokuro-sensei suddenly turned around. His eyes were wide in horror. He was making a choking noise. That was when suddenly, Rokuro-sensei’s neck began to gush blood. He had been sliced in the throat by this patient.

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Nezuko stared at her teacher in horror. He grabbed his throat as realization sank in. He was about to die. Whatever had been used against him had severed his carotid arteries. Rokuro-sensei was choking as he began to fall to the ground on his side. The man fell over onto the floor dead in a matter of a few moments.

All the students were silent in shock and horror. They looked at their teacher’s killer with the same emotions. No one had expected to see this, not here and now. The man looked at all the students in a cold manner. He held the blade taut in his hand. He seemed ready to charge at the students. He wanted to kill every last one of them.

The man charged forward causing the various students to scream in terror and try to bolt out of the way of the man. One of the guards rushed forward and managed to push the man violently against the wall. The man grunted as he slid to the ground in a daze. Blood dripped from the man’s skull from the point of contact with the wall. The guard grabbed a baton from his belt and began to beat the man. He yelled at Tamayo and his colleagues. “Run! RUN!!! ALL OF YOU GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!”

Tamayo motioned for the children to begin to run away with her. All the students began to run as fast as they could to get out of this place. That was when Nezuko noticed something. Screaming. There were growing screams coming from further ahead near the direction in which they came. Was this happening throughout the whole asylum?!

The group kept going on with further panic furling them. Nezuko was wondering what on earth was going on. Why did that man attack?! Why did he kill their teacher?! Was something really wrong with him?! Nezuko was in complete disbelief that Rokuro-sensei was dead! What was going to happen now?!

Suddenly one of the doors to the right slammed open. A man shot out like a firecracker. He tackled one of Nezuko’s male classmates to the ground. Garnet eyes could see a blade in his hands. The student noticed it as well far too late. He yelled as he did his best to defend himself from the blade. It was a failure though.

The man managed to stab the student squarely in the chest. The boy screamed but so did all of the students that had witnessed. The man kept stabbing the boy in the chest with full killing intent. He was not stopping until this boy dropped dead from blood loss. Ume grabbed Aoi’s hand and pulled her past the man. The girls plus Nezuko dashed past the boy. Nezuko felt bad about leaving their classmate behind but what else could they do? He was as good as dead now. Regrettably…

Nezuko and the others ran as fast they could with more adrenaline fueling their steps. They knew what would happen should they stop. Death was looming nearby searching for them all. It sought to wrap its claws around them and drag them down to the darkest pits of hell. But why? Why was any of this happening? What on earth was going on?

Nezuko watched as the main group pulled farther ahead. They turned a nearby corner to the left. Nezuko realized with dread that there was another almost immediately after. The group of three was going to possibly become lost and that prospect filled Nezuko with horror. Were they all about to die?

Nezuko ran even faster along with Ume who also just realized what was going to happen. The three rounded the corner to see that they were too late. They lost sight of the group. Ume was the most rational right now. She was still panicked but clearly was the most level-headed. She spoke firmly. “I think I remember the way back. We need to keep going and not stop. If we get even more lost I have an idea of what we can do to stay safe. You just have to trust me.”

Nezuko nodded while not fully understanding what Ume meant. How on earth could she have a plan? In this place? In this situation? It was impossible! A crash from behind and another scream attracted the attention of the three. They looked back to see an employee being attacked by yet another patient. That told the girls that they needed to go and they needed to go now.

The girls took off once again. Nezuko was hoping that they would all find their way to safety. They can't let themselves all die here. How could they do that to their families? Nezuko ran as fast as she could to the split in the hallway. Ume and Aoi stood more so to the left while Nezuko stood more to the right.

The white-haired girl was contemplating which way they should go. She had to think fast standing in one place was such a terrible idea. But Ume had to recall which ways the group had taken to get to this particular point in the facility. That was when Ume paled. “I…I don’t think we came from this way at all…Tamayo led everyone in the wrong direction…”

Nezuko stared at Ume in horror. Tamayo had done what?! That horror turned to terror when the teen watched a knife bury itself in the wall between Nezuko and Ume. The three looked back to see yet another patient at the end. He had a murderous look in his eye. He began to charge forward to attack the three.

Without much thought, the girls took off. The issue was that Nezuko ran in the opposite direction of Ume and Aoi. Ume took notice but could tell that she was not getting Nezuko to turn back in time. After all, the man had gotten to the split himself. Instead, the girl yelled back in fervor. “NEZUKO!!! IF ANYTHING HAPPENS MENTION YOU ARE ASSOCIATED WITH THE NAME SHABANA!!! THAT NAME MIGHT SAVE YOUR LIFE!!!”

The man at the end had decided to chase after Ume and Aoi as the light blue-eyed girl had decided to make her presence known. Nezuko was now all alone in a very tense and dangerous situation. The teen was panting as she kept going without any rest. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she pushed herself faster and faster.

The halls were closing in on Nezuko as she continued with no sense of direction. She was a headless chicken in that regard. The girl didn’t know if she was running further into or out of the asylum’s walls. All Nezuko knew was that the screams persisted. They grew and grew and grew. More and more people had to be dying but why? Why were all the patients suddenly attacking others like this?!

As the screams went on Nezuko noticed blood beginning to lather the walls as she ran further on. Dead bodies were beginning to appear with alarming frequency. The attackers thankfully were too preoccupied with their current victims to pay any heed to Nezuko. The girl would never be able to banish the memories of what she was seeing for as long as she lived.

Guts hanging out of slashed midsections.

Heads detached from necks.

Brutal beatings beyond human comprehension.

Nezuko was noticed a few times but the patients quickly turned their gaze back to their current victims. It seemed that they all were primarily focused on killing guards or employees. They were distinctive compared to Nezuko and her classmates. Sure some did try to chase Nezuko but they gave up quickly when an employee crossed their paths.

Nezuko didn’t know what she was supposed to do. How does she get out of here? Should she try to find a member of security who was alive and try to have them take her back? But wouldn’t that just put a massive target on her back? The attackers had more cruelty towards the guards than they did to the normal employees! The thought terrified Nezuko that she had a higher chance of dying if she was with a guard. But she also has the same chance of dying while being alone as well! She was scared stiff of what might happen to her in this place.

Nezuko rounded another corner only to now encounter a group of five men. They were covered head to toe in the blood of their various victims. One of whom was in who appeared to be the leader’s hands. Or rather their leg was in his hand. He noticed Nezuko with an interested glint in his eyes. “Oh? More meat. And this one doesn’t appear to be an employee, Rather she seems young…She would make a wonderful meal…”

Nezuko screamed and took off running back where she came. The group of men gave chase. They were screaming obscenities. They were saying how they were going to disembowel Nezuko. Sever her limbs. Cut off her head. There was no way that Nezuko was going to escape all of them! There were five that were interested in killing Nezuko specifically! Nezuko was dead! She was so dead!

The teen kept going with her adrenaline pushing her body beyond its limits all in the name of survival. She had to escape somehow! Nezuko just wanted to go home and be with her family! She wanted to see her mother, father, and siblings again! Not die here and now! Not all alone!

Suddenly a door opened in front of Nezuko and a still living but barely alive employee flung themselves out. Garnet eyes widened in horror realizing that she was going to trip over the person that just flew out the door. The men were going to catch up to her! Time slowed as Nezuko did indeed trip over the dying person.

The teen rolled on the ground for a second with a grunt. In a matter of a second Nezuko shot up and turned around. The men loomed ominously over the teen. Their knives were ready to plunge deep inside Nezuko's body and rip her apart. The leader smiled vilely and made fun of Nezuko for this asinine attempt to get away. “A good chase you have led us on. Too bad for you, you failed to get away from us.”

Nezuko began to back away in terror. She was trembling and panting in utter dread. There was nothing that she could do. The only thing that the teen could do was try and plead for her life. “No! Please! D-Don’t kill me! Please! Please!!!”

The men chuckled as they leaned closer. They were going to kill her without a second thought. Nezuko closed her eyes and braced for the inevitable pain. She was going to die here and all because of her school’s stupid idea of a field trip. Nezuko was trembling as she felt the blades draw nearer.

That was when suddenly a calm but familiar voice spoke from nearby. “Just what on earth are you doing to her?”

Nezuko cautiously opened her eyes. She noticed that the man had backed away and created an opening to allow Nezuko to see who had spoken. The men seemed fearful of the voice that spoke. But why? Nezuko knew who this man was, he wasn’t that bad. Right?

It was Muzan.

He looked a bit different now. He wasn’t wearing the clothes of a patient anymore. He wore what seemed to be a hastily put-together vest. He wore a dirty dress shirt with straps underneath his deltoid muscles. On his hands were gray fingerless gloves. There was a scarlet bowtie around his neck. He wore dirty, gray dress pants. He seemed confused initially but he recognized Nezuko the second he laid his eyes on her.

The raven-haired man looked at Nezuko’s attackers with seriousness in his eyes. The man folded his arms over each other and stared. His voice matched his expression. There was a slight threat in his tone “Were you planning on murdering this girl? Why? She isn’t the enemy. She’s just an innocent bystander…”

The men were frozen. Not one of them knew what to say in response to that. It was as if they knew that they couldn’t say anything to help this situation. Muzan looked at Nezuko with a kinder look in his eyes. He held his arms out, inviting Nezuko into a hug. “Come here Nezuko.”

The girl knew exactly what her uncle had said about this man. He was apparently dangerous. But at this point, it was better to trust him rather than anyone else. So Nezuko shot to her feet and dashed over to the man. She wrapped her arms tightly around the raven-haired man. The man returned the embrace but it was in a protective manner.

Nezuko could smell Muzan while being this close. He smelled of blood and lilies. The blood might be because of all the death surrounding them. It made sense. The lilies were a bit surprising but it was a welcome scent. The girl rubbed her cheek against the man’s chest and sobbed. “Thank you! Thank you for saving me! I was so sca-a-ared!”

Muzan rubbed his gloved hands against Nezuko’s back. He was comforting Nezuko and honestly, it was helping just a bit. Nezuko felt much better now. The arms were warm, it sort of reminded Nezuko of her father. It was a much-needed hug considering the circumstances. Muzan spoke at the girl as gently as he could. “Don’t worry…I’ll keep you safe darling…”

Muzan looked up at the men and glared at them. “I better not see anyone here dare try and hurt this girl. Tell that to everyone you come across especially those who are part of that little cult that started this madness…”

The men said nothing in response. Not that it was needed. Muzan had turned Nezuko around while still holding onto her shoulder. He began to lead her away from the men that tried to attack her before. Where were they going? Muzan noticed the question in Nezuko’s face. He explained. “I imagine you want to try and find your friends. I wouldn’t advise doing that right now. It's too dangerous…”

Nezuko nodded in understanding. She could fully agree with that statement. The attacks were continuing all around them. Nezuko could hear the wails and the moans of the dying. There was a plethora of final death cries that echoed throughout the halls. That did make Nezuko wonder if Muzan knew why this was happening. So she asked. “Do…Do you know what's going on? Why is this happening? Why are some of the patients killing each other and killing people that work here?”

Muzan looked at some of the blood stains and internal organs strewn about. He frowned as he stared for a moment. He then responded plainly. “It’s a cult that formed in the back of the asylum. This place houses a known cult leader and the idiots in charge of security didn’t think to keep him under incredibly tight security. He managed to convince a good amount of the asylum to follow him as their god.”

Nezuko frowned. There was a cult leader here? Isn't that a terrible idea? And it was bad for this exact reason. This was so avoidable then! Nezuko was quick to point that out. “Why is he here then? Shouldn’t he be in jail or something?”

Muzan nodded in agreement and looked down at her. “Yes but quite frankly many of the people here, especially in the back of the asylum should be in jail.”

Nezuko raised an eyebrow. “Many of them? What do you mean by that?”

“More than half the asylum houses criminals. With half of that criminal population being hardened criminals. With a third of those being very dangerous men. Serial killers. Rapists. People like that.”

Nezuko paled hearing that. Tamayo…She lied about who was housed here? Why? Why would she say that most of the men here were not dangerous beyond their mental illnesses? Nezuko pointed that out with haste. “Tamayo…She said that-”

“That the population was mostly just those suffering regular mental illness? No darling I’m afraid that was a lie. In reality, this place is where the government sends their…special cases. Those that the government believes should be subjected to experimentation or supposed rehabilitation for their crimes…”

“But why would she lie?”

“Looks better on paper if this is just a place for the mentally deficient…”

“I see…”

Nezuko and Muzan continued walking. The girl observed even more death as they went on. Most of the killers noticed the two strolling past. They stared. They watched the two pass in interest and confusion. A few looked on in worry. But never once did they try to attack the two. It seemed to be largely because of Muzan. It was strange admittedly. What sort of reputation did Muzan have here?

The pair kept going with the walls looking more and more unkempt by the second. It just appeared that the place was in disrepair in general now compared to where Nezuko was initially. Is this what Muzan meant when he said that Tamayo had things ‘look better on paper?’ It was quite something to see the lies spouted about this place…

Nezuko then noticed something on the wall nearby. It appeared to be a symbol made of blood. Nezuko stared at it as Muzan led her past it. It appeared to be a lotus flower. Why was that there? Why was it made in blood? What did it mean? Nezuko dared to ask. “Why is that lotus symbol there?”

Muzan looked at it for but a second. He then looked straight ahead again. He did explain though. It would be rude to not do that. “That is the symbol of the cult I mentioned before. They strive for ‘perfection’ but not in the traditional way. Rather their definition of ‘perfection’ is meant to be in a more hedonistic manner. That is the main reason why you see so much death. That and the wrongdoings committed against some of us…They started this riot sometime last evening and it's escalated to this.”

Nezuko nodded in understanding. This cult had to be powerful if it managed to cause this riot with the patients. And it started last night? Why the hell did no one bother to warn any of the visitors? That was just negligent! There was also the matter of the innocent patients themselves. Or rather inmates as Nezuko felt were better to describe these souls here. They were dying for no reason at all. That did make the girl wonder one thing about Muzan and about this cult. “Are…Are you a part of this cult?”

Muzan’s answer was quick. “No. I am not. They’ve propositioned me for sure. And I will admit I am on friendly terms with the leader. I have seen him once or twice. That is what I meant by the lack of security, the leader was allowed into the communal compound on occasion. That is how his ‘gospel’ spread amongst the facility. But I am not and will not ever be a member. I am not a fool like all the people the leader has managed to bring into his folds…”

The teen nodded in understanding. It did seem like Muzan was an incredibly shrewd man. It would take a lot for him to be fooled. “I see…”

“Another thing I might add is that many of the members of this cult are people who have intentionally committed crimes and got their due punishment. Not all but most. A few that are in this asylum I feel shouldn’t be here…”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is that I feel that some inmates were thrown in here unfairly. What they did doesn’t match the punishment that is this hellscape.”

“Can you give an example?”

“Certainly. There’s a man here by the name of Gyutaro. He’s in here for the crime of beating his mother to near death. Now before you say anything I know the optics are bad. But it’s the reason he almost murdered his mother. According to Gyutaro, his mother had been selling his underage sister to random men for no other reason other than paying for his mother’s drug addiction.”

Nezuko gasped in horror hearing that. There was a woman who did what to her daughter? She stared at the man in dread and disbelief. “What?! Why wasn’t that horrible woman punished?! Why was he instead?!”

Muzan shrugged and frowned sympathetically. “No proof apparently. It was her word over his and it didn’t matter what the sister said. There was also supposed evidence that Gyutaro housed incestuous tendencies towards his sister.”

“Does he have actual thoughts like that towards his sister? I mean does he actually have feelings for her?”

“I wouldn’t know I never asked him. I doubt he'd be willing to tell me if he does or not anyway. If he did he’s been treated for it and could have those thoughts banished. Or he never had them and his therapy was for naught. But either way, that accusation and the obvious beating were what got him sent here. I believe he would have been released soon based on his behavior. I don’t know where he is now though…He’s somewhere in this facility that’s for sure…”

Nezuko was in utter disbelief. How dare the government send who could very well be an innocent man here? And for what? All because he supposedly had feelings for his sister? Even if he did he had to have been the better alternative than being forced into sex slavery by your own mother. At least that’s how Nezuko feels regarding the situation. It's what she would have preferred personally if she were in that girl’s shoes. So did that mean that there were more people here that have been wrongly sent here?

Muzan noticed Nezuko deep in thought. It was as if he could read the teen’s thoughts. He was an incredibly sharp man. He could read people with ease it seemed. It was fascinating to see that. Most people were that attuned to such emotions. Muzan rubbed Nezuko’s shoulder in comfort. “Feel bad for Gyutaro?”

Nezuko nodded. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t. People like Gyutaro didn’t deserve to be sent here for just protecting their loved ones. Was that why Muzan was here? Uncle Michikatsu said that Muzan suffered delusions but was it really as bad as it was made out to be? Nezuko dared to ask. “How many people here were sent here wrongly?”

Muzan was a bit hesitant to reply. He must be considering his reply to the girl. He eventually responded. “Far too many. I don’t know most of them personally of course. I rarely interacted with anyone outside my little corner of the asylum, my guards, or Tamayo. But I know there's more based on comments from Gyutaro the one time I spoke to him.”

Nezuko shook her head and sighed. “But why? Why send hardened criminals here and innocent?”

Muzan simply shrugged. He sighed in resignation as he simply stated. “I wouldn’t know but blame the government. They are the ones who chose to send us all here for one purpose or another. Some deserve mercy and others deserve death but we all linger here in our own personal purgatory. I will say that while Tamayo lied to you about who is here she is largely innocent in this whole affair. She never wanted this place to be overrun with the innocent and the criminals. All mixed in here into a proverbial ticking time bomb that has finally exploded.”

Nezuko nodded in understanding. That was when she realized something. Where on earth was Muzan taking her? This was definitely not the way to get to the main entrance. Was she being taken to the others though? Nezuko questioned. “Where are we going? Are we heading somewhere safe?”

Muzan looked at Nezuko with a kind smile on his lips. He was as gentle as can be as he began his explanation. “Yes, we are. There are certainly going to be pockets of guards, unfortunate visitors, and innocent patients around the asylum. I imagine that they will stay there until more help arrives. Regrettably, that will likely be next week as there is an inspection in a week and all communication has been cut off as of a little over an hour ago. So the pockets have to hold out for the week and pray they aren’t broken into. But the cult should calm down by then. They’ll just be…indulging at that point with whoever they can find…”

Nezuko didn’t understand what on earth Muzan meant by the last statement. Indulging? In what and who? Nezuko felt it best to not ask for clarification. So instead she asked where Muzan was specifically taking her now. “So where are you taking me to now? One of those safe pockets you mentioned?”

Muzan nodded in reassurance. His voice matched that attitude. “That is correct. I know the perfect place for you to shelter down for the week. I will keep you safe darling. How does that sound.”

“Oh I’m sure security would work just fine but I appreciate the offer. I will take you up on that though!”

“I suppose you aren’t wrong in saying the guards would be fine. But I am happy that you accepted my offer. How could I let anything happen to you?”

Nezuko found the sentiment a bit strange but said nothing. She didn’t need to there was no need. Muzan seemed to be telling the truth. The thing was with the way Muzan carried himself it didn’t seem like he was one for lying. Unless he was a master at lying of course but that didn’t seem to be the case. Hopefully.

The pair continued on, the sounds of the damned echoing the grimy walls.

Nezuko was now outside of what appeared to be a separate section of the asylum. Muzan had led her out into the communal yard and across it. The man took her here. Was this where the safe pocket was? What section was this? Who was housed here?

Muzan broke away and opened the door for the teen. Nezuko stood at the bottom of the small staircase for a second. She was about to go in sure. She just wanted to know what place this was first. So the girl asked. “What area is this? Who’s housed here?”

Muzan stood in place. He looked at Nezuko with a slight glint in his eyes. What was the expression? Why was he looking at her like that? What did it mean? Muzan spoke smoothly. “This place? It's my section. Its for the…special cases…”

Nezuko raised an eyebrow in a perplexed manner. “Special cases?”

Muzan explained with ease. “I suffer from delusions while having total clarity. They put me here because of that.”

Nezuko nodded in understanding. So Michikatsu was correct in saying that Muzan has delusions. Of what Nezuko had no idea. But Muzan did say he has total clarity at the same time. He knew what he saw was fake but also simultaneously believed them. At least that’s what Nezuko was assuming. It made the most sense.

Nezuko brushed that aside and walked inside. Muzan shut the door behind them and walked in front of her. The man motioned for the teen to follow him. “We’re almost there. Just up the stairs and through another door then there’s safety.”

Nezuko sighed in pure relief. There was such a heavy weight off her shoulder now that she was almost with other sane people. Not that Muzan wasn’t sane-ish. It was just that Nezuko was now going to be around others who could also help keep her safe. It was a feeling that Nezuko had never experienced before. And it was incredible.

The two walked up the stairs and Nezuko spotted double doors at the end of the hallway before her. Was that it? Was that safety? Muzan motioned to it with a wide smile on his face. “Right through that door is safety darling…”

Nezuko smiled widely. She basically mirrored Muzan’s. The teen expressed her eternal gratitude towards Muzan for saving her and taking her to this point. Without him, Nezuko would certainly be dead. “Thank you for helping me. I don’t know what would have happened without you.”

Muzan nodded and smiled even wider than before. There was something else with that smile though. Another unnamed emotion. It bewildered Nezuko just slightly. But the teen chose to ignore it. It was probably just a result of Muzan’s…issues…whatever those were…

Nezuko walked forward and towards the two doors. She placed her palms against them and pushed hard. The doors flung open revealing the room within.

Within the room hanging from the ceiling were a nigh innumerable amount of corpses dripping blood onto the gut-covered floors.

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Nezuko was frozen in utter shock seeing the horrific scene before her. Why were there so many dead bodies?! Why were they strung up like this?! It was as if they were pigs being hung up at a butcher shop before being turned into pork. What even happened here?! Were these all the people that were hiding out here?!

Muzan brushed past the teen and put his hands on his hips. He looked around in complete silence. Was he wondering what happened as well? Who could have done this after all? There was no way that this was the work of one person. Did a whole group of inmates come through here and kill all the survivors?

Muzan sighed and put his hands down. He looked around once more at the gore splattered around them. He then spoke almost guiltily towards Nezuko while keeping his back facing her. “Oh dear. I forgot how much of a mess it was in here. Awfully sorry I didn’t mean to leave it like this darling. Granted I wasn’t expecting a guest any time soon…”

Nezuko snapped her gaze at the man as she digested what he had just said. What? What did he just say? A mess? Dead humans being a-?! What on earth did he mean by that?! Nezuko stammered out in pure disbelief and growing fear. “W-What do you mean by that?!”

Muzan looked back at the girl with a far more predatory look in his eyes. His lips were curled up into a creepy smile. His voice was creepy as he responded. “Exactly what I said. I never said I was taking you to any guards or other living humans. I said I would protect you and that’s what I intend on doing.”

Nezuko took a step back as the realization set in. Muzan had killed all these people. He wasn’t a part of the initial riot or cult sure. But he definitely took advantage of that to kill scores of people. No one had been discriminated against. Inmates, employees, and security alike hung lifeless from the ceiling. Muzan had murdered them all. “Y-You killed all these people?!”

Muzan nodded and took a step closer. His eyes were glowing in a hungry light. The man licked his lips and flashed his teeth. Garnet eyes only just noticed that this man had incredibly sharp canine teeth. That sent a wave of dread down Nezuko’s spine. The raven-haired man spoke once more. “That is correct. I did kill them.”

Nezuko shook her head slowly as she realized she walked right into a den of wolves. She was going to die by this man’s hands, wasn’t she? “W-Why?!”

“Simple. To eat.”

“W-What?!”

“I suppose I should explain. I’m a cannibal. That’s part of the reason I’m a ‘special’ case. They sent me to the ‘extra fucked up’ ward. Well for that and another reason I would rather not get into right now. I killed all these people for fun and for food. They look delicious do they not?”

Nezuko was close to peeing herself in pure terror. Oh god, Muzan was going to eat her?! This is how Nezuko met her end?! By being eaten by someone she trusted?! How could she have been so stupid to not listen to her uncle?! He warned her but she didn’t pay attention! Nezuko sputtered out. “Y-You’re going to eat me?!”

Muzan’s gaze softened her moved forward and grabbed Nezuko’s shoulders in comfort. But the touch only sent shivers throughout Nezuko’s body. She wasn’t any less scared of this man. Muzan tried to reassure Nezuko. “Eat you? No, no, no! I would never do that to you! I don’t want to kill you! I said I would protect you and I intend to keep my word no matter what. I just have…different plans for you…”

Nezuko didn’t feel any better. But at least she wasn’t going to die. It was the smallest of comforts in this situation. But what did this monster of a man mean by what he said? Different plans? What did that mean exactly? What did Muzan want to do to her? “W-What do you mean by th-that?”

Muzan was now standing right before Nezuko. The teen could feel his breath against the skin of her face. Nezuko trembled as she tried to figure out what this monster of a man wanted of her. The man stared down at the teen as if he were a god. “I’ve been lonely for quite a while…I have been stuck in this awful place since I was 19. I’m 25 now. You can imagine what such loneliness does to a person. Especially when they have things that they’ve always wanted but could never get in this blasted place.”

Nezuko gasped and snapped her eyes downward feeling an engorging hand brush against her lower abdomen. Muzan’s hand was eerily slow as he stroked her stomach. The man leaned closer so that he was right against Nezuko’s left ear. He spoke in a low tone and with a tone filled with lust. “I want you to have my baby…”

Nezuko instantly backed away. She stared in complete shock at what this monster just said to her. He wanted Nezuko to have his what?! Her eyes were wide in terror as she stammered in pure shock. “W-What?!”

Muzan repeated himself while licking his lips. “I want you to have my baby. I want a family, a legacy. Is that too much to ask for? I have been alone for so many years for a rather…stupid reason…”

Nezuko shook her head as she began to try and back away. Death was almost better than what this man actually wanted of Nezuko. The raven-haired man noticed with a frown and shot forward. The man put his arms around Nezuko’s back and pulled her close. Nezuko almost screamed when she felt a hard lump press against her private area. She knew full well what that was and full well what this man wanted. Muzan chuckled hotly. “I promise I’ll be gentle. I know conception is never easy but I’ll make sure to be considerate of you and your needs…Why don’t we take this to a more…private room, shall we?”

Nezuko’s eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets. Oh god, she was about to be raped! No! It would have been so much better if he had just killed her straight up at this point! But was it really? Nezuko didn’t want EITHER fate! Nezuko needed to get away and she needed to do it now! How though?! Muzan began to move almost as if he were about to carry her. Nezuko needed to stop this and needed to do it now!

Nezuko, in a panic, lifted her knee up forcefully and made contact with Muzan’s crotch. He yelled out in pain and let go of Nezuko to grasp his balls. Nezuko took that chance to dash down the stairs and try to leave this place. As Nezuko ran she could hear the man chuckle amusedly. “Clever girl. I’ll entertain you in this little chase. Try and get away darling. There’s not many places to hide…I’ll eventually find you…”

Nezuko panicked even more as she bounded down the stairs. What did he mean by that?! He was seeing this horrifying situation as a game?! Is that what this was to him?! Nezuko bolted like a rabbit to the entrance and grabbed the handle to open it. The girl’s heart sank into the pits of her stomach when pulling revealed that the door was locked. Muzan must have done that without Nezuko noticing when they first walked in.

She was trapped! But this was a whole wing of the asylum! Surely there are other points of exit! Nezuko just had to run and find them! She had to escape. So the teen looked to her right and decided to run that way. She recalled more areas in that particular direction when she was outside before. That had to mean more points of access. Nezuko just had to get outside! She had to fight to stay hidden from this lunatic!

Nezuko ran as fast as her legs would take her. The girl felt as if a rabbit running away from a wolf. If she’s caught in his jaws she will be ripped apart with no mercy. She can't let that happen! What about after this week is over?! Everyone who was alive by then was going to be saved! What then?! What would Muzan do to her then?! All these thoughts terrified the poor girl and made her dread potential capture.

Nezuko spotted a door that seemed to be a security door made of metal bars. The teen ran up to it and rattled it with all her strength to hopefully force it open. It was a failure and Nezuko only just noticed why. Wrapped around the gap preventing it from opening was a thick chain with a lock welded shut and a handcuff that was attached to a dead body, which was on the other side of the door. Nezuko was not escaping through this way. There has to be another way!

Nezuko took off to the right again and decided it would be safer to push further in rather than return to the way she came. Muzan HAD to be on the prowl about now. The man has to have recovered from Nezuko kneeing him in the balls initially and was now looking for her. Sure it was guesswork as to which way Muzan went to start his search for her but it was still a fifty/fifty chance he went in the opposite direction. Nezuko didn’t want to test her luck though. Moving forward was the safest option at least for now.

Nezuko kept running and running. She moved through corridors to make sure that Muzan potentially spotted her from the other end. Who knows how fast he is! Nezuko had a good guess that she was not outrunning that man. It was a matter of him being a grown man and Nezuko being a non-athletic teenager. So evasion like the rabbit would probably save the girl.

Nezuko kept running until she came to another room. It was filled with crates. If they had items in them, the girl didn’t know. Nor did she exactly care to find out. The garnet-eyed girl just wanted to get through the room as quickly as possible. She bolted inside and almost made it to the other end of the room when she heard a whisper. “Hey, you!”

Nezuko stopped and looked in the direction of the voice. She noticed a hole with a woman poking out of it. It was a security guard! The woman motioned for Nezuko to come over. Her eyes were filled with urgency. She whispered once more. “Get over here quick!”

Nezuko dashed over and slid to her knees the girl moved out of the way to allow Nezuko to crawl in next to her. The woman let Nezuko in and then moved to move the crate back in front of the hole to hide it. There was a small opening that allowed light into the small crack and allowed the chance to see outside. It would take a skillful eye to spot this hiding place.

The woman held her finger up to her lips to tell Nezuko to be as quiet as possible. The two waited in anticipation. Nezuko knew that at some point Muzan would have to pass by. Nezuko assumed that this guard wanted to wait until the man passed before talking. Nezuko agreed with that idea. She did not want to be found considering the man’s threat.

It was long minutes that passed before the door opened. Judging from the sound and the fact that the visible door remained closed, Muzan came from the direction Nezuko had. It was such a fortunate thing that Nezuko had decided to not go back! She would have been caught and then- Nezuko shivered at the thought.

Muzan stopped near the other door for a second. In his hand was a long butcher’s knife. The man tapped his foot and adjusted the knife in his hand as he thought. What on earth was he thinking about? Muzan expressed his thoughts. “Just where are you darling…You’re in here somewhere that’s for sure…I wonder…Are there still some rats that live…?”

Muzan turned the knob and then walked through. He left the door open just so that he could know if Nezuko had come through here in the event it was closed later. It was a smart move on Muzan’s end. But Nezuko knew better. The two waited for a few extra moments and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman looked at Nezuko with a degree of concern. She grabbed the teen’s shoulder in worry. The woman still spoke in a whisper but she asked some questions. “That was close…Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

Nezuko shook her head as she felt temporary relief flood her system. The teen was happy that she found someone who might be able to keep her safe. This woman was security. She must have a weapon. Nezuko responded. “I-I’m ok…He didn’t hurt me…”

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. She seems to have been genuinely concerned that Nezuko had been injured in some way. She spoke once more. “That’s a relief…But why are you here? It's obvious he knows that you’re here…Did he bring you here?”

Nezuko nodded in reply and spoke with looming worry. “He did…He said he was taking me someplace safe but…well you see how that ended…I…He doesn’t want to kill me…”

“Oh? How do you know?”

“He told me so…”

“He did? Then why is he hunting you?”

“He…He said…Th-that he wanted me f-for a different reason…He-He said that he wanted me to h-have his baby…”

The woman’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t fully believe what she was hearing. She tightened her grip on Nezuko in distress. “What? He did? That’s horrible! Why though?”

Nezuko gulped nervously at the thought of Muzan hurting her. She was praying with every fiber of her being that she got out of this place. She really didn’t want that monster to hurt her. It terrified Nezuko. The teen’s voice quivered as the weight of it all crashed down on her. “I-I don’t know…That’s all he said. He didn’t give a reason. He just wants to do it…I’m so scared…I don’t want to be hurt!”

“I agree wholeheartedly. I don’t want to see you hurt either.”

“I…I have a question…Why are you here? What happened?”

“Oh me? I don’t normally work here in this wing, I work at the front. I came over here because of an incident last night. A riot had started and they needed backup. Little did me and my colleagues know that this wing had been taken over by Muzan…”

“Who exactly is he?”

“I don’t know the exact details. I know of him but not much as to why he's here. What I do know is that he’s one of our most dangerous inmates. Specially given to us by the government. I came here with colleagues only for it to be an ambush…He killed all five of my colleagues. I managed to get away barely.”

“He killed five people on his own at once?!”

“He had the advantage of knowing this place so well. It's just this little hole that he doesn’t know about. I was shown it by an inmate who was killed not long after showing me this hiding place…”

“So…we’re doomed?”

“Not necessarily. I don’t have any weapons I lost them in my desperate sprint to get away. But I assume he took all his spoils to the room where all the bodies are. If I can get there I can find a gun.”

“I know where that room is! He took me right to it! I can lead you there!”

“That’s wonderful! I think we would just have to go via the way that Muzan did just in case. I would rather follow him than go the opposite direction and potentially encounter him again.”

“I-I agree…”

“Then we should probably leave this hole. The less distance the better. And if we find a way out that’s even better even if we don’t have a gun.”

“That would be the best outcome! Let’s get going then!”

The woman grabbed the crate and pushed it to the side. It took a second and when it was out of the way the guard crawled through. When she was through she turned around and extended a hand to Nezuko. The teen took the hand and was pulled out. The teen was on her feet and she looked around.

The woman noticed with a frown. She did look around as well realizing what Nezuko was doing. She was being cautious. The woman made the point. “I get it. Muzan knows this place like he knows the back of his hand. High degrees of caution are for the best. Let’s get going though. Lead the way please.”

Nezuko began to walk through the door Muzan had just gone through. Nezuko walked at a normal pace but she was alert. She needed to listen ever so carefully. She needed to be as if a rabbit. Always looking and listening for potential predators that sought to sink their teeth into her. The guard with Nezuko was the same way. She was on the lookout as well.

Muzan could be anywhere. He could be hiding behind a door waiting for Nezuko to walk by. The teen was hoping that wasn’t what the man was doing. The chances were low though. At least the girl thinks that they are. Nezuko and the woman kept on their way while darting their eyes around. This kept going on as the two walked through every open door they saw.

The pair kept walking for at least eight minutes. Nezuko felt dread coil around her chest as the minutes ticked by. Every second that Nezuko was in here the more likely that Muzan would find and grab her. The teen didn’t want to be raped. She didn’t want to imagine herself in that situation. Never once did she think that was a possibility. And now it was a very real threat.

The two passed by a door that reeked. Nezuko covered her nose and felt bile rise in her throat at the stench. It was a rotting, foul smell. What on earth was that?! What was causing that smell?! The woman behind her noticed as well and covered her own nose. The woman looked at the door with her nose scrunched. She recoiled. “Ugh, what the hell is that smell? What is causing that?”

Nezuko was in contemplation for a second. That was when the teen realized something. She recognized the smell. It was a recent memory. A stench she had only discovered recently. And that was solely because of Muzan. Wait. Wasn’t that the smell of dead bodies?!

Suddenly the door burst open and out charged Muzan. The guard was able to react and pushed Nezuko out of the way. The guard just barely managed to avoid the knife. Nezuko screamed as she was pushed to the floor. The woman stood her ground as dread flooded her eyes. She was probably going to die.

Nezuko scrambled backward as Muzan looked at the teen and then at the guard. He stood up to his full height. The knife in his hands was covered in blood that seemed to be more coagulated. The man hummed as he played with the blade in his hand. He twirled it in between his fingers. “I was right…There was a rat that lives still…Well darling I’ll handle it and then we can finish this little game of ours…”

Muzan suddenly slashed his knife at the guard. She leaped backward just in the nick of time. The woman knew that there was no chance she would survive this encounter. But she at least wanted to give Nezuko the chance to avoid being harmed by this bastard. She yelled at Nezuko with urgency. “RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!”

Nezuko scrambled to her feet and took off. She had to escape somehow! Maybe if she makes it back to the hole then she can avoid Muzan! Then she can try to find a better way out of this place! Muzan laughed amusedly. “Think you can escape darling? I’ll find you soon just let me handle this last distraction…”

Nezuko whimpered as she bolted like a rabbit away from this place. Nezuko felt terrible leaving this poor woman there. But she knew there was no chance she was convincing Muzan to let her go. She would find help and come back here with better-equipped help. Nezuko hated that the woman was going to die. She was sacrificing her life in hopes that Nezuko would escape.

The teen rounded corners and barreled through doors with intensity. She didn’t have much time. Muzan would be right on her tail any moment now! She had to at least find a hiding spot. Nezuko had to at least try and get to the hole she had been in before! That would at least throw the raven-haired man off her trail!

The teen looked back to make sure she wasn’t being followed as she rounded a corner. Nothing it seemed. Nezuko looked ahead but failed to see the plank of wood on the floor. Nezuko caught her foot on it and tripped. Nezuko gasped in horror as she fell. Her ankle was still caught and twisted at an angle. A sharp pain shot up the girl’s leg.

The teen landed on the floor painfully. But she couldn’t linger here! She was still in great danger! She had to keep going! She can't be caught! She can't let herself be raped!

Nezuko shot to her feet and noticed in terror that her ankle still hurt. It didn’t feel sprained but a muscle was for sure pulled. This was so bad! The girl looked ahead and saw a door towards the end of the hallway. Could she get there and hide in there? Was there even anything to hide in? Nezuko didn’t know but she had to try!

Nezuko groaned as she began to limp over to the door she spotted. She had to get in! If she doesn’t, then it's over. Muzan will catch up. He’ll grab Nezuko. And then he’ll hurt her beyond comprehension. Nezuko trembled as visions of what could happen circulated in her mind. How could she ever return home the same way if she lets herself be raped?

Nezuko can’t. She had to hide and wait out the week somewhere. That hole might just have to be that place. It was the only safe place here. There was little to no chance that Nezuko would find an access point. Not with Muzan wandering around now or in the future. Hiding like a scared little rabbit was the only option the teen had for now.

Nezuko was so close to the door. Her foot felt much better now. She could run if she needed to. Not that Muzan should have caught up. Surely the guard was able to stand her ground for at least this long. Right? The oil-haired girl stepped closer to the door. She extended her hand to grab the knob and open it. Nezuko's heart sank upon hearing an all too familiar voice. “Darling, there you are…You can't hide from me…”

Nezuko snapped her head back to see Muzan at the end of the hallway. He was caked in blood. The blood of the poor woman who had sacrificed her life in the hopes that Nezuko would get away. A pointless hope, in the end, Muzan had caught up with ease. He was so close to sinking his fangs into his prey.

Nezuko’s eyes bugged out and she instantly took off. Thank god her ankle felt significantly better now! She could run with ease again. Adrenaline might be helping with that, but either way, Nezuko was not complaining one bit. She just needed to run!

Muzan was already off and he was significantly faster than Nezuko thought. She was going to be grabbed! Nezuko was doomed. She was so fucked! There was no escaping this monster!!! He was going to get her!!!

Muzan caught up with ease. He wrapped his filthy arms around Nezuko’s waist and stopped her mad dash to escape. Nezuko screeched and thrashed in the hopes that she would get the man to let go. She was as if a rabbit caught in the maws of death but refused to go down without a fight. But like said rabbit it was a pointless struggle. She was dead the moment he laid eyes on her.

Muzan managed to flip Nezuko over and fling her small from over his shoulder. Nezuko kept fighting. She kicked and hit the man to do anything to get out of his vile grasp. Muzan didn’t seem to care one bit though. He chuckled at the display. “Caught you. You gave me quite the chase though! But no more of that. Now is the time for you to…pleasure me…What do you say we move this to a private room now rather than continue this childish game of chase?”

Nezuko screamed as loud as she could. She pushed on Muzan’s back to get out of his arms. She was desperate to get away. She had to! When that didn’t work Nezuko continued to hit and kick with all her might. Muzan rumbled and he taunted. “Keep up your hitting, it's quite amusing to feel. If you’re like this out here I wonder how active you will be in bed…Also, one thing you should know is that you hitting me is only turning me on more so if anything this is just foreplay. Although our little game could also be that…”

Nezuko froze feeling Muzan’s free hand rub her thighs slowly. The man hummed in thought. “I do love the thrill of chasing my prey down. It's like hunting rabbits to me…Except for you, it's not to devour literally…In this case, it's to devour you sexually…”

Nezuko returned back to reality and began to strike the man once again. The teen was hyperventilating as the impending sense of doom flooded every fiber of her being. She had to get away! But it was pointless now!

Muzan had his prey locked within his jaws and he wasn’t letting go so easily…

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Nezuko was hyperventilating as panic set in rapidly. The teen was rabid trying to pull away from this monstrous man. Muzan was unfazed by all the thrashing the oil-haired teen was doing. Rather, as he stated prior, it was only turning him on more. As the man began to step up the stairs, Nezuko managed to kick this monster with all the force she could muster right on the front of his thigh. Nezuko was startled to hear what sounded like a moan after that. There was heavy breathing after that noise that sent coils in Nezuko’s guts. She loathed these noises that were permeating her ear.

Muzan chuckled hotly as he continued walking up the stairs. The man stepped to the top of the stairs and stopped for a second. Muzan spoke playfully towards the poor captive in his arms. “If you keep up I might not be able to hold myself back any longer. I would have to take you right here and that isn’t ideal. I’m sure you don’t want to fuck while surrounded by dead bodies or in this…unsanitary spot…Am I right in saying that?”

Nezuko’s eyes were but dots in a sea of white. The teen was terrified about what Muzan was about to do. But she wanted to delay for as long as possible. There was no chance that Nezuko was going to allow herself to be taken here! The girl eased on her struggles now and focused on hitting a bit more lightly to avoid anything untoward happening right now. Nezuko’s response to Muzan’s question was quick and full of fear. “No! I don’t want that! I don’t want this in general! Just let me go! Please!”

Muzan chuckled amusedly at what he probably saw as a little outburst. He stepped over to the two doors and opened the one on the right with his more so free hand. The man walked inside and began to make his way across the room. He spoke as he did so, ignoring the plea to be let go in his own way. “Still resisting in a manner of speaking? I don’t mind I love it when people struggle against me. The difference this time is of course for you it's sexual rather than the usual fighting to live that I usually deal with. What an exciting new thing to experience though! I quite like it.”

Nezuko felt tears begin to drip down her face and fall to the ground. Nezuko was already trying to push herself somewhere else mentally in her mind. Her family. They were going to be her rock to face what was to come. When it happens of course. She didn’t want to see the inevitable outcome before it actually happened though. So why not focus on literally anywhere else? She focused on the dead that passed by. It was better to see the gore than…the act about to be committed against her…

The bodies that passed by were all male. They were all stripped naked and forced to hang by their feet. Their personal belongings were left in a decently well-maintained pile against the back wall. The clothes were folded neatly and anything else was in a more messy pile. This included smashed phones, walkie-talkies, clipboards, empty guns so coming here would have been pointless anyway, batons, and handcuffs. Then there were the bodies, the methods that kept them strung up varied. Some hooks pierced a few of the men's feet and ropes that kept the rest suspended. Other than the slash that killed them, there was no other injury. Except for one, and that was on everyone’s chest. It seemed to have been added post-death.

A symbol of sorts.

It was carved into the flesh and dripped blood or had coagulated or dried blood. It depended on the age of the body. If turned right side up, it was an upside triangle angled inward at the top. On the angled lines was another line that moved inward. It made it seem like a fanged grin.

What on earth did that mean?

Did Muzan carve that symbol into his victims? Why? Was there a reason? Nezuko didn’t want to ask. She didn’t want to attract this monster’s attention in any way. But it was something to ponder that’s for certain. Just not now. Now that Nezuko looked around she noticed that she was in another room. It was a new hallway now.

Nezuko trembled as Muzan glided further in. Muzan was humming an incomprehensible tune as he kept walking on. Nezuko hiccupped as more tears poured down her face in dread. She kept shaking as her stomach churned. Muzan noticed the unease and spoke in a sing-song manner. “I know you are just as eager as I am…Don’t fret though…We’re almost there darling…”

Nezuko choked out a sob. Muzan kept going as Nezuko tried to mentally distance herself from the inevitable. She was going to lose her innocence and it was in such a gruesome manner as well. This is not at all what Nezuko wanted. If there was someone she would have rather this have been it'd be her crush. He didn’t go with them on this trip on account of his parents refusing. Smart of them all things considered.

If only Nezuko’s parents had done the same…

Muzan then made it over to a door and opened it up. Nezuko was shaking like mad realizing this was it. This was where this monster was going to devour her like the rabbit she was. The man moved Nezuko from over his shoulder and practically flung her to the floor. Nezuko stumbled on her feet to not fall over. Garnet eyes watched as Muzan closed the door with a final resounding slam. She was officially trapped with a monster.

Muzan looked at Nezuko with intense want. He walked over and he licked his lips hungrily. His crimson eyes gazed up and down the teen’s body. Nezuko backed away in a desperate attempt to try and run. But she was a cornered animal. She was not getting away at least not easily but she had to try nonetheless. Muzan lunged forward to grab the teen. Nezuko barely avoided the approaching arms.

Nezuko raced past Muzan and towards the door. The man lunged towards the teen and managed to tackle her to the ground. Nezuko and Muzan landed on the bloody cloth that was laid on the floor. It must have been put there before Muzan took off to find the girl. Nezuko screamed and kicked to try and crawl away. But it was far too late.

Muzan managed to flip Nezuko onto her back Garnet eyes were wild in terror. Crimson eyes lingered all along Nezuko’s body. The man straddled Nezuko’s lower half to prevent her from pulling away. The monster reached a hand out towards Nezuko’s sweater. The man pulled as hard as he could. He ripped off the front of Nezuko’s sweater, shirt, and bra.

Now Nezuko’s breasts were fully exposed before this monster.

Nezuko’s scream of horror could wake the dead. The man’s eyes were wild in arousal. Muzan began to rub his crotch against Nezuko as he continued ripping her clothes off. Soon Nezuko had no top on at all. The girl tried her best to cover her chest. Muzan didn’t appreciate that. He grabbed the teen’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

The man leaned closer to Nezuko’s chest. He kept rubbing himself against Nezuko’s body as he drew closer. Muzan’s panting turned heavy the more he rubbed. He was fully aroused. His face came closer to the teen’s body. The man's breath brushed against Nezuko’s buds. The man chuckled to himself and remarked. “So small…It's adorable…I love it just shows how young and fresh you are…Just perfect for me…”

The man kissed Nezuko’s left nipple. Nezuko was sobbing and trying to pull her hands out of Muzan’s grasp. It was all a failure. Muzan slowly slid his body further down Nezuko’s frame. His lips pecked her skin all along the way. He licked the inside of Nezuko’s belly button. He lingered for a moment just licking the inside.

Finally, the man moved further down and came to Nezuko’s pants. Muzan let go of Nezuko’s arms. He grabbed her thighs now to prevent her from getting away. His grip was tight as he dared risk, thus a bruising grip for sure. Muzan’s face pressed against Nezuko’s crotch. He rubbed his face all along Nezuko’s clothed lower region.

The man laid his chin right above Nezuko’s clit. The man nuzzled the bottom of his chin against that bundle of nerves albeit it produced no effects. He stared up at Nezuko’s tear-filled face with affection. He hummed in excitement and spoke as cheerily as he could. “You look beautiful darling…I wonder though…Should I prepare you? Stick my fingers in, open you up…Or should I just go in right away?”

Nezuko whimpered at the suggestion. Her voice was caught in her throat. What could she even say? She didn’t want anything to be forced on her. But it was far too late to protest. Muzan took the silence as giving the man the chance to decide. He cooed out. “Giving me the chance to decide? Well then…I’m not going to prepare you. I’m just so aroused right now. I need to get inside you as soon as possible. Also, our little game was foreplay enough…I’ll just be slow so that you aren’t hurt that badly darling…”

Suddenly the man moved his hands towards the girl’s pants. He ripped it from the crotch area in half. He tore it all the way through along with the underwear. The raven-haired man forcibly pulled the pant legs off the girl. He started with the left and then did the right. Now Nezuko was fully naked before this man.

Nezuko trembled like mad as she felt the man’s gaze on her lower regions. His eyes were filled with rabid lust. The man leaned closed and took a deep smell of the oil hair just above Nezuko’s clit. The teen was disassociating at this point. This can't be happening…Muzan lingered for a moment and then began to speak. “Such soft skin…But a slight pity that you have hair here…Here let me help you with that…”

Nezuko watched in horror as the man took a knife out from seemingly nowhere. Where on earth had that been stored?! In his pants?! The whole time?! Nezuko could have grabbed that?! He brought it against Nezuko’s pubic hair. The man began to shave the girl. This freak was methodical as he made Nezuko bare before him. It wasn’t too long before Muzan finished. He threw the knife with full force into the wall. It lodged so deep that Nezuko wasn’t sure if she would be able to pull it out.

Muzan sighed in pleasure. The man dragged his finger along Nezuko’s abdomen. His pointer finger remained an extra moment inside of the teen’s belly button. The monster then leaned closer again. He whispered softly against plumb flesh. “Such a beautiful girl…I can't wait to give you my seed…”

Nezuko watched numbly as the man sat on her stomach again and started to strip. The girl came back to herself as she watched Muzan. That was when the teen began to fight back against this monster again. The man took off his vest and got to work on his shirt. He stared down noticing the thrashing with hilarity. He threw off his shirt. He was incredibly buff beneath the layers and bemused to himself. “Still fighting? It doesn’t matter though I will get what I want in the end…”

The man reached for his pants and started to undo them. He was laughing at Nezuko as she struggled to pull away. His voice was so smooth it was almost portraying the polar opposite of what he was actually doing. The man took his pants and undergarments off with little issue. That was when Nezuko spotted the man’s length. Was it supposed to be that big? It wasn’t going to fit there's no way! The tip was also leaking a pearly white liquid. Which if Nezuko had to guess was what Muzan referred to as ‘seed.’

The man noticed Nezuko staring at his length as she struggled, the man grinned. He slowly moved his body off Nezuko’s stomach area. The man purposefully rubbed himself against the teen’s body as he moved down. His hands moved to her waist and he gripped her firmly. The man was slowly grinding his dick against Nezuko’s crotch. He was staring down in pure desire. “Are you ready darling?”

Nezuko shook her head as she whined in dread. Muzan ignored the movements and sounds. He pressed his cock against Nezuko’s folds. Nezuko tried to pull back but it was no use. Muzan had begun to push inside of Nezuko. The teen gasped and almost screamed feeling the engorging length moved further inside the girl. It was too much! It was too big!

Nezuko threw her hands forward to try to get the man off her. The man didn’t care about the strikes. He pressed further in with little regard. The man moaned and groaned as he went further in. Soon he was stopped and stilled. He was completely inside of Nezuko now. The man sighed and rubbed his hand along Nezuko’s stomach. “How do you feel darling? Incredible right? Filled to the brim with my cock? Feels pleasant doesn't it, darling?”

Nezuko shook her head as she choked on her words. She was in disbelief that this happened. How could she face her family after all of this? Even if Nezuko got away she was still stained. She had her innocence stolen by this monster. Muzan took the silence as not horror but as something else. “Speechless? Can't think of what to say? I’m honored that you are in amazement because of me. Now we continue.”

Muzan suddenly moved his hips. The man pulled out so just his tip was inside. The man then forced his dick back inside. Nezuko screamed and tried to hit Muzan off her again. She used her hands to push Muzan away. The girl used her legs to kick Muzan’s back with full force. The man laughed and leaned closer. Nezuko’s strength meant nothing in the face of this man.

The raven-haired man was so close to Nezuko’s face. The teen could feel Muzan’s hot, aroused breath against her face. Crimson eyes stared at the girl in lust. His voice was filled with arousal. “God you feel so nice. I am so happy that you came to me…You are perfect to bear me my children.”

Muzan suddenly planted his lips against Nezuko’s lips. The girl was so caught off guard that she gasped. That regrettably allowed this freak the chance to insert his tongue inside the poor girl’s mouth. He twirled it around the teen’s tongue in an erotic dance. Nezuko was tempted to bite down but she was scared to do so. Nezuko hated this but she didn’t want to die.

Muzan backed away a bit with saliva connecting them. His tongue hung out as he licked his lips. His cheeks were tinted in rosy pink. He was completely enamored by the teen’s body. The man pecked Nezuko’s lips again and then spoke. “I can't get enough of you…”

Muzan continued to move inside of Nezuko. He was slamming far more aggressively than before. Nezuko kept trying to push Muzan off to no avail. Tears were pouring down the teen’s face. Muzan planted his lips along Nezuko’s neck. He sucked harshly on various parts of her throat and collarbone.

Nezuko screamed at the top of her lungs feeling teeth sink down into her left shoulder. Muzan began to languidly drink the blood that dripped out of the wound. Muzan tried to pull raven hair to get him off her but once more it was a failure. Garnet eyes stared at the ceiling in disbelief. She couldn’t wrap her head around this whole scenario that she was in. Not just this but in general.

This whole trip to the asylum was a death trap from its conception. And yet the school had approved of this blasted trip and now look. Their teacher and one student were for sure dead. The others were in grave danger. Ume and Aoi were in danger and who knows how they were now. And then Nezuko was stuck here. And it was all her fucking school’s fault for approving of this trip.

Muzan appeared in front of the girl’s face once again. His eyes were filled with satisfaction. His mouth was caked in Nezuko’s blood. He looked as if a demon if Nezuko were to have a proper comparison. The man playfully praised Nezuko. “You are amazing! You are pleasuring me with every aspect of your being. Your looks. Your body. Your blood. It tastes incredible I can't get enough of it.”

Muzan continued while kissing Nezuko deeply again. The teen could taste the tinge of iron. Nezuko now tasted her own blood due to this kiss and it disgusted her. This whole situation was repulsive. What could Nezuko have possibly done to deserve this sinister fate? Nezuko knew that sure, she had stupidly not believed her uncle. She didn’t take his heeds about trusting Muzan.

But surely this wasn’t her punishment for that. She was just stupid sure but how could she have known Muzan wanted her in this way. Nezuko had believed the best in her fellow humans. How could she have known Muzan wanted to rape her? He carried himself in a way that told her otherwise.

Muzan pushed with more fervency into the teen. The man was moaning right into the girl’s ear. The teen was just still. She was thinking of home. Her family. Her friends. Nezuko was just imagining this being her being at home safe and sound. She was playing with her younger siblings safe and sound.

That fantasy faded away as that blasted voice ruminated. “I’m getting close darling…Just a moment now…”

Muzan moaned with even more passion. He shoved inside with even more fervency. Nezuko was grunting in pain. It hurts. It hurts so much! Muzan was hurting Nezuko terribly. Suddenly, this monster of a man slammed one final time inside of the teen.

Nezuko gasped in shock and horror feeling something hot suddenly spill inside her. The teen tried to pull away in surprise. What on earth was that?! What did this sick monster just put inside her?! The man didn’t allow Nezuko the chance to move away. She was forced to feel it all be forced inside her.

It came to a stop suddenly and Muzan sighed in fulfillment. He felt Nezuko’s body with glee. His hands wandered up to the teen’s face. He forced the girl to face him. Nezuko shivered as she was forced to stare deep into his eyes. They were filled with a level of satisfaction that horrified the teen. His voice was filled with glee. “Feels so fucking nice…”

Muzan’s left hand lowered further down the girl’s body. Nezuko whimpered feeling the demon brush against her breast. The hand slid lower until it came to Nezuko’s stomach. A cold hand rubbed along the abdomen sickeningly. The man kept going as he bemused to himself. “Now we can grow our family…A soft, comfortable place to welcome my seed…”

Muzan kissed Nezuko tenderly for but a second. He kept staring down at the teen. He hummed in contemplation. He seemed to have had an idea. What else could this man possibly be thinking of? Muzan then stood up and walked back over to the wall. He grabbed the knife and pulled it out with ease. Nezuko was in disbelief that Muzan was so strong.

The man stepped back over. He sat down on Nezuko’s right shoulder, pinning her in place. What was he doing? The man grabbed the girl’s right hand and bent them up towards his body. He observed the teen’s palm with intent. Muzan leaned down and licked the teen’s palm with passion. Nezuko shivered as she racked her brain at what Muzan could possibly be doing. What sick act was this?

Suddenly Muzan took the knife and began to carve into the teen’s hand. Nezuko screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to pull her hand away. Nezuko was trying in vain to pull away from the pain. Nezuko’s vision was blurring as the pain intensified. What the fuck is Muzan doing?!

Muzan kept carving while trying in vain to comfort Nezuko. His voice was soft in tone. A stark contrast to what he was doing. “I know it hurts darling but just try to endure ok? I must do this. How else will people know that you belong to me?”

Nezuko couldn’t properly process what Muzan had just stated. She was too busy screaming in agony. Finally, the man finished with what he was doing. Muzan moved off the girl’s shoulder. Nezuko instantly rolled to her side while still screeching. The teen brought her hand close to her chest. Nezuko looked down at her hand in dread.

Carved into her hand was the symbol Nezuko saw on Muzan’s victims. It wept blood and appeared as if a bloody mouth. Muzan had laid a claim to Nezuko. Muzan marked Nezuko as his. The teen felt her stomach rise in her throat. The teen heaved and shot up to her knees. Nezuko launched over to the other side of the room and vomited all over the floor.

Nezuko coughed several times to make sure she expelled everything. The teen tensed as she felt a cold hand against her back. Oh god, it was Muzan. He was trying to ‘comfort’ her. It wasn’t working, this was all his fault after all. His voice was disgustingly sweet. “Ah darling…I’m so sorry but I had to mark you with my symbol…If anyone comes in here they have to know exactly who you belong to…”

Nezuko was suddenly pushed back towards the bloody sheet. The teen landed on the technically hard ground with the wind being knocked out of her lungs. Nezuko panicked trying to breathe. Muzan quickly came back over and hovered over the teenager. His eyes were still mad with lust. “Now that that is over and dealt with let’s continue on darling. What do you say?”

Nezuko was still trying to breathe again. She was recovering but it was slow going for sure. Garnet eyes stared at Muzan with a desperate plea in her eyes. She was silently begging for this monster to stop. Muzan didn’t listen to the girl whatsoever.

The man hummed in contemplation. He then seemingly thought of something. He had moved Nezuko again. This time, so that she was on her stomach. Nezuko tried to pull away in desperation. The man didn’t care one bit though. He rubbed his cock against Nezuko’s butt while his hands gripped Nezuko’s hips in a bruising manner. He spoke in a childish manner. “Oh Nezuko…You have no idea what you do to me…Let’s continue shall we?”

Nezuko screamed feeling this monster shove inside her folds again. The man leaned down and hugged Nezuko from behind in the hopes of reassuring Nezuko. He cooed out. “Does it hurt? I’m so sorry darling…I just had to have you though…I promise after I get you pregnant with my baby, I will be a different man…It's just a matter of time…I just need my seed to take root in your garden...”

The next who knows how long was a blur to Nezuko. It all consisted of this monster taking her over and over and over again. He claimed it was so that his seed could take firm root in Nezuko’s womb. He wanted a baby with her and he wanted it bad. So multiple, long sessions were in order.

Nezuko wasn’t seeing things as they were. Muzan was simply a flash of teeth and crimson eyes but he wasn’t human. He was simply a black form that hurt her over and over again. The voice remained but thankfully Muzan wasn’t much of a talker. His mouth was more preoccupied with other things. Such as biting the teen and licking her.

Nezuko herself, on the other hand, was in her body but it didn’t feel like she was. Nezuko almost felt that she was in a stranger's body rather than her own. The person being hurt wasn’t her. It was someone else that was being violated. The strangest thing was that Nezuko knew better. She knew this was her body. But the idea that it isn’t? It was comforting in a way…

After so long, Muzan finally stopped. He finished one final time and backed away. Nezuko wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing. All she knew was that this monster of a man had gently kissed her chin and whispered something that didn’t register. Nezuko was just too mentally drained to even so much as think.

The monstrous man backed away and stood up. He gazed down at his captive one final time and exited the room. Nezuko could hear the door shut and lock as Muzan left. Now she was all alone.

And so tired.

Nezuko quickly shut her eyes as dreamless sleep followed.

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Nezuko gasped as she suddenly woke up from her dreamless slumber. Garnet eyes caught the gaze of a grungy-looking ceiling. Where was she? What happened? Why wasn’t she back home? Why was Nezuko’s body in so much pain? Why was her hand throbbing? Why did her stomach hurt in the way that it did? It didn’t make any sense. Unless something had happened the last time that she had been awake. But what could it have been?

That was when Nezuko remembered what had happened the last time she had been awake. Oh god… Nezuko… She had been… Nezuko felt sick. Her skin felt as if it were crawling with ants. They were especially prominent in her lower half. The source of this newfound sense of shame. The girl's eyes were wide in horror. How… How could this have happened?

Nezuko sat up slowly as her ears roared. Once Nezuko was fully up, she noticed the horrific condition her body was in. Her hips were mottled with deep purple and black bruises. Her thighs had the same. There were also a few bite marks on the inside of her thighs. Which were covered in blood. Then there was her vulva… It was caked in blood and the remnants of Muzan… And his... Nezuko didn't want to think about what those white crusty stains were... The girl noticed her waist also had the same deep bruises. Her wrists were also a deep purple. Then there was her right hand.

Nezuko’s hand trembled as she turned it around to be able to gaze at the palm. The teen saw the coagulated blood on her hand. The wound was scabbing over a bit, but surely no treatment was going to lead to the mark becoming infected. That would be really bad if that happened. Nezuko might need an amputation if it gets that bad. Or worse, Nezuko dies. But… But should Nezuko dare ask Muzan to help? He was the one who did this…

He was the one who hurt Nezuko to begin with…

The girl didn’t know what to do. She felt drained mentally and physically. The events of the last time that she was awake weighed her down immensely. It was almost too much to bear. Tears began to swell at the corners of her eyes. That didn’t help with the fact that Nezuko’s eyes were already stinging from how much she had already cried. Her mind was racing as she processed everything that had happened last time she was awake. Nezuko looked around the room and shivered. Nezuko only just realized how cold she was. She had slept naked this whole time after all.

Underneath Nezuko was a bloody, what could only be, curtain. Was this really the only thing that had separated her from the floor this whole time? Nezuko was pretty sure that the blood was not only hers. It was probably other innocent people’s blood. Those poor souls had been unfortunate enough to have been caught by Muzan. Just greatly unlucky, like how Nezuko was. They probably weren’t raped based on what Muzan has stated. He was obsessed solely with her, it seemed. But it could be unfortunate souls that died on or near this curtain. Nezuko shifted the corners to cover her lower regions properly. She wanted some semblance of dignity to remain, even if she had lost it already.

Garnet eyes looked to the left and spotted the pile of vomit from earlier. It was no longer as soupy as when she first threw up. It had coagulated and become far more chunky now. It stunk even from here; it was putrid beyond belief. So Muzan had decided to leave it there? He didn't even think it was a good idea to clean that up? Appalling… All of this was vile. Everything that happened was repulsive… Looking further, there was nothing else in the room. Just filth… Every single aspect of these god-forsaken walls was covered in grime.

What now?

What does Nezuko do now?

Tries to escape, that’s for sure. But it wasn’t the best idea right this moment. Nezuko felt too drained to do so. Her body ached too much to even attempt anything like moving. Every little fiber of her being was aching. And just simply running wouldn't cut it. Nezuko needed a thought-out course of action. Also, the door was locked. Nezuko recalled hearing Muzan lock it when he left earlier. So, Nezuko was stuck in here for now. So Nezuko curled in on herself. She brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in between her knees.

Nezuko wished for nothing more than to just disappear…

Nezuko didn’t know how long she sat in that position. All she could do was remain numb to the world. When she did think it was about the situation and about her family. She envied them so terribly much right now. They were safe and sound back home, at peace, ignorant of it all. Then there was Nezuko, who was experiencing hell, and for what? All because he blasted school and thought this was a good idea. What possessed them to consider this a valuable asset to the minds of their students?

Nezuko wondered what her whole family was doing right then and there. Was her mother preparing to open the bakery for the day at this time? Was she baking all the bread and pastries for customers the following morning? Was her father also helping with either of those tasks? Were her younger siblings helping out in any way that they could? Was her older brother spending time with his girlfriend? Nezuko was envious of her family at that moment. She wanted to be with them so badly. She didn’t want to be here in this lonely place. Trapped with a cannibal rapist.

That led up to Nezuko thinking about what happened to her just recently. It would be a blot on her mind, possibly until the day she dies. That and there could be the possibility that there's an actual physical, living reminder of this sordid ordeal. Muzan… He surely wasn’t serious about the baby thing. Nezuko couldn’t have gotten pregnant right away, right? The girl knew full well how babies were made. They taught that at school, obviously. But Nezuko surely didn’t become pregnant straight away. The chances of that were so low. But was he really going to keep trying to get the teen pregnant?

That was scary to think about…

Nezuko began to feel sick to her stomach at the thought of being made to carry her rapist’s baby. Nezuko had to swallow her vomit. She can't be throwing up again. Not here. Not now. She can't be made to do what Muzan most desired. That was a horrible fate that could be forced upon Nezuko. Just the concept of this whole terrible situation made Nezuko shiver in revulsion. She had to get the hell out of this wretched place! She has to find any sort of safe pocket in this asylum until help arrives. But how? When would such an opportunity even arise again?

Nezuko shot her head up as she heard the door open suddenly. She knew who it was. It was the only other person in this dreaded place. He was standing there looking at the poor teen. His crimson eyes shone lovingly as if the two were lovers. Muzan was dressed again. He was wearing the clothes that he had on yesterday or whenever it was that she had last been awake. His eyes were glowing with affection. Muzan had a slab of wood in his hand. Nezuko couldn’t see what was on it from this angle. The man cooed out. “Ah… You’re awake! You slept for three hours.”

Nezuko’s heart sank, realizing she had only been here for not even twelve hours. It was still the same day?! She had only been asleep for three hours? What time was it now then?! It's still Tuesday?! No, no, no! Why?! Why couldn’t she have slept for even longer?! Why couldn’t she have slept for the whole day?! Or even longer?! Muzan noticed and made note of the attitude with a grin. “Wondering what time it is, darling? It's only about 2 pm! We’ve got the rest of the day and night, my darling rabbit… But I imagine you’re hungry. So I brought you a late lunch!”

Muzan got to his knees slowly and with caution. Judging from the rabbit comments, he was expecting Nezuko to try to flee again. He held the slab of wood towards Nezuko. His eyes were glowing as he grinned politely. Nezuko stared at the meat with a great degree of hesitancy. It was raw but not dripping with blood. It was just the tiniest bit bloody, but not enough to make Nezuko that worried. It was most likely just residual at that point. But where was its origin? What did it come from? That was the only concerning aspect of Muzan’s little ‘gift.’ Muzan hummed with joy as he smiled widely. “Go on, take it! It’s a delicacy! Best cut of meat in my humble opinion!”

Nezuko stiffened as those words registered fully. Her blood ran cold. Her heart seized. A delicacy? Best cut of meat? And this was in this sick freak’s opinion? Nezuko turned pale as she recalled something Muzan mentioned just earlier that day. Muzan had said that he was a cannibal. That meant that he ate humans. This was raw meat of an unknown origin that Muzan said tasted delicious. That meant one thing…

This meat was human meat…

Nezuko looked right at Muzan with horror. There was a terrible tremor that ran through her body. Nezuko recoiled and tried to lean away. Nezuko's voice trembled, and she wheezed out. “I-Is that human meat?!”

Muzan hummed amusedly. He practically giggled as he moved the meat closer towards the girl. He thought this reaction to be hilarious, and it was repugnant. Nezuko caught the scent of iron from the small amount of blood. The human blood. He was smiling joyously. He really saw this all as a joke. He thought Nezuko was overreacting. Muzan laughed. “You could tell? Indeed it is! Go on! Take it and eat, rabbit!”

Nezuko’s eyes were as wide as can be. Her body was completely frozen at the suggestion Muzan made. There was no hesitation as her body moved on its own. The girl smacked the slab of meat away with more force than Nezuko anticipated. The wood was flung out of Muzan’s hand. The wood clattered to the floor with a resounding thud. The meat flew from the slab and landed on the grimy floor with a wet thump. There was a small spatter of blood beneath the meat. Muzan stared at Nezuko with the same expression as before. Only his head was cocked in an interested manner. “Why did you do that, darling?”

Nezuko trembled as she backed away just slightly. Her body was still incredibly sore, but she didn’t care at that moment. Her arms were held up to cover her chest from this monster’s gaze. She didn’t want this freak to see any more of her body now. Her head was shaking in dread. Nezuko felt her back hit the wall. This was the furthest she could go to get away. The girl’s voice was quavering. “I—I can’t eat human meat! It’s disgusting! It's vile! It’s also raw. How am I supposed to eat that?!”

Muzan sighed in concession. He moved over and grabbed the meat and wood. The raven-haired man put the meat on top of the wood. Yet again, another wet thud that sent tremors down Nezuko's back. He huffed, looking down at the now slightly dirty human meat. Muzan turned around with a small glare in his eyes. He looked at the teen as he held the meat before him. “You really don’t want to even try it?”

Nezuko quickly fired back. Damned be everything else, Nezuko refused to eat a human. That was vile. It was one of the worst things a person could do to the dead. “NO! I want to eat something else!”

Muzan huffed and stood up. He looked a bit more annoyed now. His voice shifted now. It was far more serious. More deadly. There was an eloquent tone to it that made Nezuko want to obey whatever it was that he said next. “Fine… I will see if I can find food for you… There certainly isn’t going to be anything much here, but I will accommodate you this time… I am cross that you will not adjust for me, darling… I can excuse it this one time because you are new to this… But I expect that you will quickly realize that you need to take whatever suggestion I tell you… They are commands for you…”

Nezuko gulped nervously. So Muzan wanted Nezuko to always take his ‘suggestions’ in the future? Was he saying that Nezuko’s place was beneath him? Was she only meant to ever listen to and obey Muzan’s order? What would happen if he tried to make Nezuko do something even worse? What if he tried to make her kill someone? Nezuko couldn’t do that! She can't kill or hurt anyone! Oh gods, she hadn't even considered that a possibility whatsoever!

Nezuko stared in profound worry as Muzan walked out of the room again. He slammed the door shut behind him with anger. He truly was pissed that Nezuko refused to eat human meat! Nezuko heard the door lock, ensuring that Nezuko doesn’t get out as he got food for her. What was he going to get? What could possibly be here for sustenance? Hopefully something edible. Nezuko refused to eat humans in any capacity.

But what if Muzan tries to get Nezuko to eat human meat again?

What if he soon forces her to eat human meat?

He stated that he’ll only accommodate her just this once. The thought caused Nezuko’s stomach to twist into knots. There was bile that slowly crept up the teen's esophagus. She didn’t want to be made to eat human meat under any circumstances. So it didn’t matter what Muzan wanted; Nezuko was going to fight him over eating human meat. As a matter of fact, Nezuko was still going to fight this monster. He didn’t have a say over her. She refused to just accept being the toy of this monster. She was a human being with her own thoughts and desires that didn't just bow to the whim of one man.

Nezuko shifted the curtain to cover herself further. It was positioned in such a way that now Nezuko was covering her chest, finally. Why she hadn't done that earlier, Nezuko didn't know. Her dignity was still important to her. Even if it was thrown to the dirt and trampled on. This is despite the fact that she technically lost it. Nezuko would rather pretend that she hadn’t lost her innocence in such a gruesome manner. Better to just lie to herself rather than accept the reality of her plight.

Nezuko remained in place until the door opened once again. Muzan strolled in wearing a slight frown. His eyes were still as affectionate as ever. But he evidently wasn’t at all pleased that the oil-haired teen dared reject him. Even if it was a matter as simple as food, he loathed hearing the word ‘no.’ It made the girl wonder if he was, in reality, someone who demanded complete subservience? Did he have a great ego? Nezuko supposed that the escape attempt was seen as just a game, even though she had said no. Muzan could overpower her in that instance; it was plain and simple. In this case, saying no could and did work this time. But would it be the next time? Probably not.

Muzan had in his hand a piece of bread. It wasn’t the largest piece that existed. It was good-sized, though. It appeared to have been cut a bit, and Nezuko assumed that perhaps it had mold on it when Muzan grabbed it. It would keep Nezuko satiated for the rest of the week. Water was another matter that Muzan had seemingly thought about. Also held in the hand with the bread was a cup that presumably had water. Muzan spoke glumly. “Here, darling. Some bread and water…”

Nezuko reached her hands out. Muzan handed over the bread and cup. Nezuko took it and took the smallest sips of water. It washed down Nezuko's throat coolingly. As the teen did that, Muzan sat back down on the floor. He stared at Nezuko with those same lovesick eyes. His voice was still glum from before. So that implies to Nezuko that his voice was his real emotion. So she had to keep a careful track of that. “The bread is a little stale, but that’s all that is within this area. I do not want to travel farther just to find you bread when there's plenty of meat.”

Nezuko gulped the water thickly in dread. He really was so pressed over Nezuko not wanting to be a cannibal. Why? Surely he has to realize that not everyone likes or wants to consume human flesh. His own family from when he was a kid surely weren't cannibals as well. The chances were so small that it was basically impossible. It was repulsive to the average human! He has to know this! Nezuko spoke nervously as she averted her gaze. “I... I just don’t want to eat humans. Just the thought sickens me. Not everyone wants to eat human flesh. Surely you know that?”

Muzan sighed angrily. His eyes finally changed to appear more annoyed than affectionate. He glared ever so slightly. He leaned closer just to make that point all the more clear. His voice was the one filled with threat from earlier. “I do know that. I don’t care; in this case, you will accommodate me. Sure, perhaps raw isn’t ideal, and I will concede to that. But nevertheless, you have to try to make an effort for me. Don’t you agree?”

Nezuko shivered as she looked away. She knew that lying was a foolish idea. Nezuko got the distinct feeling that Muzan would be able to tell. Nezuko feared what would happen if Muzan realized that she had lied. She told the honest truth. There was no other choice. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I don’t want to have that on my conscience.”

Muzan raised an eyebrow. He marinated as the statement settled in. He smiled in amusement in the end. “Oh? You don’t want that on your mind, but you’re ok with me fucking you being in your head? I suppose you just felt incredible whilst fucking me then. Makes sense; I know that women tend to like men with longer lengths and girths.”

Nezuko looked down in embarrassment. That was not what Nezuko meant at all. He knows this. But he was just being a complete idiot. And she didn’t care if women supposedly like longer lengths and girths. Nezuko wanted to forget what Muzan did. It had been such a painful experience. The size and width were what caused the most pain. Why would she ever want to remember what Muzan did to her body? The very thing that caused so much pain…

Nezuko looked away and began to eat the bread. It was indeed stale. It was so hard to chew, but it was doable. Nezuko had to take whatever she could be given at this point. There were no other options. Nezuko would rather eat this than the alternative. Nezuko could never allow herself to stoop so low just to live. No. Nezuko would never allow herself to become like this monster before her.

Nezuko was slow to eat the food. Her stomach was still uneasy. Nezuko wanted to vomit again. Her impurities were too much to bear. She needed to eat, though. She didn’t want to anger Muzan further. What if he decided to punish Nezuko again because she decided to not eat? Nezuko didn’t want to risk that. So Nezuko kept her gaze down as she chewed on her food. It felt revolting in her mouth.

It wasn’t because the food tasted bad. That wasn't a factor at all; it wasn't even that terrible. Its staleness wasn’t what was causing the vile taste. It was just the thought of Muzan wanting her to eat her fellow human. The thought didn’t sit all that well with Nezuko. She was terrified that she would be made to eat that. How would Muzan make her do that? How angry would he get if she resisted? What would he do? Would he hit her? Would he rape her again? Well, in all fairness, he probably was going to because of what he wanted. But not now. Especially not now, please…

Nezuko swallowed the final piece of bread and finished the water. Nezuko begrudgingly handed the empty cup towards Muzan. The man took it without much thought. Nezuko stiffened when Muzan’s cold hand made contact with hers for a brief second. Muzan grinned at the split second of contact that the two had. He placed the cup beside him without a care in the world. Crimson eyes stared at the girl in a seemingly better mood. He leaned closer and tilted his head. “Feel nice and full now?”

Nezuko nodded silently. The teen moved the curtain so that her body wouldn’t be seen. Her chest and private area were now unable to be seen by this monster. She wouldn't dignify this monster with her body. Nezuko hated the gaze she felt upon her body. Those perverted eyes bored holes deep into the girl’s soul. They were scaling up and down what skin could be seen. He soaked it all up as if Nezuko were a slab of meat. Just not for literal consumption in this instance. It was all for his depraved sexual fantasies.

Muzan sighed as he moved closer. His lips were furled into a fanged grin. His pointy canines were visible. He appeared as a wolf waiting to devour the rabbit he had caught and slaughtered. That only made Nezuko dread what was probably about to occur. His voice cooed as a hand rubbed sickeningly along the teen’s thigh. “Such soft skin… So silky smooth… Just like the little girl I had in mind…”

Nezuko gulped thickly and looked up at the demon. Garnet's eyes were wide but also filled with complete exhaustion. She was wondering what Muzan meant by the last thing that he stated. Does that mean anything? Why else would he say that? Nezuko was hesitant, but she needed answers. “Is… Is there a meaning to what you said? The last part, I mean…”

Muzan shook his head to the side in a hypnotic manner. He was deciding on what he was going to say. It didn't take long once he came up with what he would say. His answer was prompt. “That is not important.”

Nezuko wanted to distract. She noticed a small tent forming in Muzan’s pants. That only meant one thing. Muzan wanted to rape Nezuko again. Nezuko needed to keep this freak talking to keep him from doing anything. Nezuko’s voice was slightly panicked as she tried to distract this monster. “I-Is there anything you can tell me about yourself?”

Muzan moved even closer instead. There was a pink tint on his cheek. His lips were curled in a salacious grin. He was fully entranced by the teen. He did reply with a coy tone of voice. “Hmm… Maybe later… Let's keep the element of surprise for later on in this relationship, shall we? I can tell you all about myself and my story after we get married…”

Nezuko was caught off guard by the statement. She stared in stunned silence for a second. Nezuko finally registered what the man declared. Nezuko, she finally stammered out. “M-Married?! What?! I never agreed to that!”

Muzan tutted his tongue and kept stroking Nezuko’s thigh disgustingly. His hand was freezing cold. His hand was wandering ever closer towards the teen’s folds. Nezuko whimpered at the thought that she was about to be hurt again. The inevitable was becoming all the more clear to Nezuko. Muzan spoke again with enthusiasm. “Technically speaking, you’re not wrong. I just don’t care. Besides, who would take you after you have my baby? Our ceremony will be on Sunday. Remember the cult leader I mentioned before? I’m sure he will be more than happy to officiate. I would just like to have his little fanatics calm down before I wed you…”

Muzan’s hand wandered even higher and finally touched Nezuko’s vulva. Nezuko flinched horrifically and tried to move away. But she was against the wall. Muzan didn’t allow for that. He pulled Nezuko away from the wall. He pounced on Nezuko, all the while he began to ferociously stroke his fingers against Nezuko’s folds. The garnet-eyed teen gasped in horror and kept desperately trying to pull away. It was a failure at every turn.

Muzan kept going all the while sighing in a sickening manner against her ear. Nezuko was frozen stiff as she felt a tongue lap up against her cheek. The hand kept going, now thrusting in and out of her vulva. The disgusting man chuckled lowly into Nezuko’s ear. It tickled her brain in a way that activated her fight-or-flight response. But she still couldn’t do anything. “Still trying to get away from me? What a silly, stupid display from you!”

The man backed away just slightly. His nose was brushing against Nezuko’s own. His crimson eyes pierced deep into Nezuko’s soul. He was digging around just to see if he could learn each and every one of Nezuko’s dirty little secrets. Nezuko wanted to look away, but had a horrible feeling about what would happen if she did. The man shook his head. “What a silly notion you’ve got going on up there… You will never get away from me; I can promise you that, darling…”

Nezuko was stiff as a board as Muzan began to thrust his fingers in and out. His thumb was rubbing fiercely against the girl’s clitoris. It was awful and hurt so much. Nezuko was just grunting in agony. She kept trying to move away from the pain she was feeling. And yet nothing. The man was still smiling in wicked delight. He was happy with the torment he was inflicting.

Nezuko realized in horror that this monster’s efforts were succeeding in a way. These abhorrent actions were causing a strange feeling to form in Nezuko’s gut. It was fast-forming. It was itchy to an extent. Was this her orgasm? Nezuko was horrified at the realization that she was going to orgasm because of this monster. Sure, she's played with herself, but not too terribly much. It was just a few times. And maybe Senjuro did do something like this once to her. But it had been because of curiosity! But having it happen because of this monster was horrific.

Because of Muzan’s efforts and Nezuko’s, quite frankly, mountain of stress, she regrettably orgasmed rather fast. It felt so good. Nezuko genuinely couldn't lie about that. It was just a pity that this had to be because of the hands of Muzan. The girl groaned as Muzan absorbed the reaction like a sponge. The teen calmed down rather quickly. Muzan sighed in affection. The man leaned closer while essentially cooing towards the teen. “So cute… Your face when you orgasm is just amazing… I love the way that you look. But now let’s have some fun again, shall we?”

It has been hours again. This sick, perverted monster has used her for what had to be hours again. Nezuko hated it. She hated this all so much. She was bleeding again. She could feel and see the pink tinge that was her blood earlier. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? What did she even do to deserve this? Nezuko tried to numb herself to the pain. She just wanted to be at home with her family.

Nezuko wanted to see her mom and her dad. Nezuko wanted to feel their embrace. She desired to look at her older brother with his girlfriend. Nezuko wanted to tease her brother so badly about his relationship. She craved the attention of her younger siblings. Nezuko wanted to be with her dear friend Senjuro again. And yet she was here. She was trapped here, being raped by this psychotic freak.

Muzan drew away with a heavy sigh. This sick man ran his fingers against Nezuko’s shivering cheek. Garnet eyes refused to meet his gaze. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t face the man who had seriously hurt her, and all for his selfish desires. Nezuko could hear the man essentially purring above her. How revolting. How despicable. His voice was gentle, but it made Nezuko shiver. “I hope you had fun, darling… I will leave you be for now…”

Nezuko shivered on the floor as she heard Muzan stand up. He put on his clothes at no particular pace. Muzan had to be staring at her. He had to be looking at how her body looked. Nezuko wanted to shrivel up and die. She didn’t want to ever be looked at by a man like this ever again. Nezuko was praying that Muzan would leave at that moment. Thankfully, that one prayer was answered. The door closed, indicating that he had left the room.

Now, Nezuko was all alone in her thoughts. That did give the teen the chance to begin to contemplate just how on earth she was going to escape. There has to be some way to get away from this dreaded place. Nezuko has less than a week to find safety, or else something even worse might happen. And Nezuko couldn’t let that happen. Nezuko just has to think of some brilliant plan to get away from this monster of a man.

And quickly, or else she might just lose everything.

Even her very life.