It was freakishly easy for Toji to escape. Comical really, thinking that he’d be contained behind bars. Thought your little stunt turning him in would solve all your problems? No, it only pissed him off.

He eases open your window, slinking in like a shadow; there you are, sleeping so peacefully. He can’t wait to ruin it.

His palm seals over your mouth, smothering any sounds you would’ve made. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest at the way your expressions play out; sleepy confusion, brief shock, then that delicious doe-eyed fear.

“Surprised?” He purrs as he leans over you. “Shouldn’t be, doll. You know I always come get what’s mine.”

There’s the click of a switchblade, and then a cold line of metal slips playfully beneath your night shirt. Fuck, he could get off on just that little whimper he hears through his fingers.

“Hurt my feelings when you picked me out of that lineup.” He knicks the tip through the fabric, pulling with a slow tug. The tear sounds loud as a gunshot in the tense quiet of your bedroom. “Don’t you love me anymore baby? Why’d you let them take me away?”

He keeps your head firm against the pillow with his hand, his lips working open-mouth kisses down the curve of your throat. He groans against your skin, already getting drunk on the feel of you trembling, the scent and taste of you filling his senses. His tongue flicks against the pulse hammering beneath your skin.

“Guess it doesn’t matter. Nothing can keep me away from you.” He leans back to look at you, flashing a lopsided grin, and finishes cutting through the flimsy cloth with a sharp pull. He just looks at you for a moment, drinking in every inch of flesh, eyes wandering as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

His hand eases off your mouth, thumb dragging over your lower lip. The switchblade drifts gently over your skin; he loves the way you shiver, those goosebumps spreading so responsively.

“You can scream if you want, but something tells me you’ll be good for me yeah? Gonna take my sweet time punishing you, babydoll.”