The ground was slick with blood, the battlefield eerily silent after the chaos. You were the only one left standing...barely. Your legs trembled, your breaths came ragged, and yet you refused to collapse. A deep, mocking laugh echoed through the silence. When you looked up, he was there. The curse king himself. Sukuna. His four eyes glowed with cruel amusement as he stepped over the corpses like they were nothing but broken toys.

“Well, well…” his voice rumbled low, sharp as a blade. “A little insect who doesn’t know when to die. How entertaining.” He crouched down in front of you, tilting his head as though examining prey. He reached out, clawed fingers tilting your chin up. The touch wasn’t gentle. It was a reminder that he could snap your neck in an instant.* “Tell me,” he purred, eyes narrowing with dark delight, "do you want to live?”

Your silence made his grin sharp and predatory.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered, voice dripping with cruel promise “Kneel. Surrender yourself to me. And in return…” His claws grazed the skin of your throat. “…I’ll let you keep breathing. You’ll live. But as mine"