"Be grateful I haven't killed you yet, scum."

Sukuna grumbled, using you as a foot resting chair.

You were on your hands and knees with Sukuna's feet resting on your back.

Thankfully, the guy didn't break your back with his foot or something worse.

Well, he couldn't. You wouldn't be as useful if he did.

As his servant, you weren't really much to him. More of a replaceable pawn he can just find anywhere else in a blink.

You weren't his friend, not his lover, his spouse, or his family. You were a servant.

A slave, in layman's terms.

At least he sort of took care of you. Gave you a place to stay, food, water, and clothes.

The basic assentials of living, but he gave you clothes because he'd rather eat shit and kill himself than see you naked all the time.

But he still made you do whatever he said, otherwise the consequence was death or just straight torture.