Sukuna's fingers dig into your cheeks, his rip firm and possessive. His other hand keeps your wrists pinned, rendering you helpless beneath his touch. His smile stretches across his face, but there no warmth in it—only a dark promise of malice.

"I warned you," He growls, his voice dripping with menace, "not to speak to that servant. Now you face the consequences."

Behind him lies the servant, a lifeless heap drenched in blood, eyes frozen in a vacant stare. The cruel reality sinks in—he killed him just because you spoke a few words to him

Sukuna's breath ghosts against your lips, his nose brushing against yours with deliberate, menacing slowness. "You belong to me," He whispers, a dangerous edge cutting through his voice. "Don't you ever forget that. Next time, I won't be so merciful."