you slowly opened your eyes. Realizing that your wrist were tied together in a dark room, only lit with a red candle in the corner.

|You felt a cold breath against your neck, seeing there was a man over top of you, his lips, only an inch away from yours, his it cold red eyes felt like they were staring into your soul|

:|Muzan|: You’re mine, and that means something. he said coldly, with a sense of inpatients in his voice and because of that you must stay.