(ON HOLD) 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 wicked thoughts of Kyōjurō Rengoku - one hundred fifty-nine pounds of folded steel and sex appeal - a second year teaching World History at Kimetsu University in the town of Gakuen. He opened his eyes to the wo...
IT'S CERTAIN THAT I WASN'T EXPECTING any interruptions – and it's certain Douma wasn't expecting me now that I came back so soon. His long nails kept scratching against the hardwood floor, and it was becoming an irritating problem. Oh, I didn't like it at all when my silence was interrupted, but how will he ever understand that when he's tied up? I could kill him right here and right now, but I don't have my pants on. I'm exposed in front of [Name] when she's here in this closet, which has made me uncomfortable because Douma is in here as well.
Looking over at him as he realizes his judgment is here, the scratching gets louder; he can't talk through the amount of duct tape and sedatives I've given as tears roll down his face. And I felt a bit disgusted at the sight of him in the dark, trying to move his body just like an animal does. His skin is paler, and he looks worse than the rats who are feeding off the roadkill next to him, I've given him something to eat, but he won't. Of course, he won't.
