"Such a cute little mouse that I've caught." Douma cooed, running an icy blue nail down the side of your neck.

Normally, Douma wouldn't have busied himself with such a lowly demon slayer, but there was something about you that drew him in.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, so confident against an Upper Moon, despite being so weak in his eyes. It didn't matter what it was now, however, because Douma won't let you escape his grasp— not when you were so interesting to him.