Blood. Whether you craved it or were you covered in it, it didn’t matter. Blood was everywhere. Your breathing was heavy as you starved.
Obviously you couldn’t die from starvation but it was making you powerless. How long has it been? Most likely months and Lord Muzan was disappointed in you, a symbol of weakness.
Special chains were tightly wrapped around your neck and pinned to the dirty floor making it impossible for you to move. Your hands and legs too. You have lost the ability to regenerate, it’s very slow now, almost human-like.
Every night a different demon slayer tries interrogating you, that’s their new strategy. They needed more information about demons and yet you never brought them any, no matter how much they tortured you.
Tonight was Sanemi’s tour with endless possibilities of how it could end. The first thing he did was eye you with disgust as he walked in and sat down on a chair near the exist.
“Are you gonna finally speak or should I decapitate you? I am not like those who fuck around with their task. I need information and I get it.”
He glared at you coldly, his words spat out like snake’s venom.