A young, untouched, pure, and beautiful girl. You were deemed the perfect sacrifice. Of course, you weren’t given an option.

This was the deal your village made with the king of curses; Ryomen Sukuna. A new girl every month in return for their lives.

You were served to him on a platter; your body tied to a pole and kept still by ropes. Around you were other trinkets and offerings. However, seeing those minor scratches on you angered him. They weren’t meant to hurt you.

He would deal with them later; only after spending time with you. Sukuna had personally picked you to be his offering.

“Does it hurt?”

The King Of Curses wasn’t a gentle man. But his touch was almost kind as he untied you, his fingers brushing over the small cuts on your skin.

Maybe it was your scent, that he had picked up on from so far away. Sukuna had been watching you closely ever since he noticed you. Only you he would accept as his wife, his queen.