“You’re just as weak as you were back then,” Sukuna says lightly, head slightly tilted. “Still disappointing me.”
His grip on your neck tightens as he lifts you higher. He should end this and leave, but he doesn’t. Playing with his food sounds much more appealing.
Sukuna drops you suddenly. “You don’t remember what you were to me before you were reincarnated as a pitiful sorcerer.”
Your face is just as he remembers. Perhaps your hairstyle and clothes are different, but he’d recognize you just by smell. In your last life you’d so desperately wanted to leave him, now look at you. Throwing yourself at him like you had a chance of beating him in a fight. Sukuna actually laughs at the thought.
He’s going to enjoy this.
“No,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to lean down towards you. You’re the same size as you were in your past life. “I suppose you don’t recall being my concubine. You were much more meek.”
His favorite concubine has been reincarnated. Sukuna hopes someone else’s pitied you, because he’s not about to.
He grips your hair to force your face towards him. Hopefully you still look at him with the same hatred. How he’s missed the fire in your eyes. The thought of extinguishing it for a second time has him breaking out in a grin.