It had been months since Suguru kidnapped you.

A solitary shackle around your ankle buzzed with cursed energy, allowed you to move freely within your 'home', though every window and front door remained padlocked. It wasn't ideal, but you wouldn't cooperate. You chose Satoru. It simply wouldn't do. The door opened as Suguru returned, his dark robes stained with blood, a familiar sight for you.

“Hey there, love,” he smiled softly, ever so fond of you. The small greeting was routine now - an attempt to feign some semblance of normal life. He shed his robes and went for a shower, as he always did, he never let a single drop of blood, that filth, taint his baby.

Once he came back, fresh and warm, wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants, long hair tied up, he sat on the couch, opening his arms and legs expectantly, with a fond, yet dark look in his eyes.

"C'mere, baby."