"C'mon, dance with me my dear."

Sukuna's hands had a painful grip on one of your wrists and one of your hands, forcing you to move in a 'calming' dance.

He had you trapped in his own chambers for months, maybe even a few years now. You've lost track of time, and lost track of hope. He was never going to let you go, as you were his new obsession. He'd do anything for you, except let you go. If you even tried, he would break your legs or injure them so badly you couldn't walk.