15 Days Later...
2 weeks finally had passed: at least you thought that much time had gone by. It was difficult knowing how much time had passed, and after you left Chuuya behind, you haven't seen the outside since. Throughout those couple weeks, you had been alone with m/n. In the beginning, you had tried countless times to escape or to fight him, attempts that would only result in beatings that would only stop when you were inches away from death. After each punishment, you would then be nursed back to health by m/n himself. Slowly you began to lose all hope, and eventually, your attempts came to a halt, becoming a shell just like you had been in your younger years.
Just within 2 weeks, you had become his puppet while he became your puppeteer.
With eyes void of all emotion, you sit there staring at the grand oak doors waiting for your puppeteer to return. Until finally, they were forced open, swinging open wide to reveal the excited man who runs towards you. When he reaches you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace. "Ah y/n, I've missed you so," he tells you, tightening his grip around you a little more. As soon as he moves away, he kneels down on one knee and looks at you with a saddened smile. "Those terrible Mafia vermin are desperately trying to find you, so they can use you again, but fear not!" He explains, soon giving you a sickening smile. "My dear, precious y/n, you're ever so lovely down to your delicate face to your stunning outfits," he tells you, smiling as he takes ahold of some of your hair to smell it. Soon he began eyeing your outfit, one that he had picked especially for you.
You were wearing a light blue ankle-length dress with a keyhole neckline, and accompanying this was a thin white ribbon around your waist. Replacing the black choker was a silver necklace with a blue and green teardrop gemstone, one that matched your heterochromia eyes. Your h/l h/c hair was left loose and had a blue and white hydrangea hairpin to keep your hair out of your eyes and face. To finish the elegant look was white ankle strap heels, the only piece of clothing that truly belonged to you.
After admiring you, outfit and all, he moved his face closer to yours with a lustful smile on his face. Soon kissing you, and unlike when m/n first got his hands on you, you simply sit there unresponsive. While he continues to kiss you, his hands start to move up your arms and then down your body towards your hips. Yet as his hands explore your smooth skin, you sit there unresponsive as if you were a doll. As he pulls his face away from yours, he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up with him, forcing you to stand. "I'm so glad you belong to me, my dear y/n," he whispers into your left ear, starting to slow dance, forcing you along with him. "I am ever so sad that you won't speak, my precious y/n, I do miss your lovely voice," he whispers in your ear, continuing to dance with you as you obediently follow along.
Finally, the dancing comes to a halt, and you both stand there for a moment as he softly places a hand onto your right cheek. "I just do adore you," he mutters, landing a short kiss onto your lips. Soon he starts to slowly drag you towards the chair and sits down. "Sit," he orders, and you obediently do so, sitting in his lap, facing him. Once again, he places his lips onto your own.
However, the kiss didn't last long as it was then interrupted by loud explosions from above. "Tsk, it seems they have arrived already," he complains, moving away from you to stand up straight. "We will have to hide somewhere else as it seems they have found us..." he simply states, looking down at your emotionless state. He holds out his hand, and in response, you grab his hand.
Soon dragging you out of the lavish room into a dimly lit labyrinth of rooms, going through one after another. As the sound of both your and m/n's footsteps ring out, so does another explosion, yet this time it seems to only be a few floors above you. Whoever was coming, they were getting closer increasingly fast, as if they were aware of where exactly you were. Until finally, a circle in the ceiling above you had been cut out to reveal the 'thing' that did it.
It was Golden Demon, the very ability that belonged to Kouyou.
After Golden Demon floated down, Kouyou soon followed, and your cold, emotionless eyes met hers. "You- you bitch!" m/n yells at her, clearly taken aback by the woman who now stood in the way.
"We've come to take back our dear friend you've stolen from us, Vermin," Kouyou sneers at him, giving him a cold and mocking smile. With a serious expression on her face, Kouyou looks at you, soon moving her gaze back to m/n, who looked like he was ready to run. While the tension grows, you simply stand there somewhat behind m/n, still as unresponsive as ever, as if nothing of importance was happening.
Until finally, m/n broke the silence, "My dear, sweet y/n, help rid of this demon witch!" he demands. Despite the ever-present vacant expression, you stand in a fighting position as you hear the word help escape from m/n's lips. Seeing you ready to protect him, m/n smiles confidently, laughing at Kouyou in a cocky manner, as if he had already won the battle. "Oh, and y
...do use that trump card of yours..." he orders you, soon walking casually in the opposite direction.
Before you even had processed his words, you had already opened your mouth to speak the very words you swore to never utter again. "Grantors of dark disgrace, you need not wake me again..." you mutter, Kouyou only realising what you had done when it was too late to stop you.
The familiar sensation begins to set in, starting with an increase in power and then a loss of control of yourself. "Y/n!" You faintly hear Kouyou yell, yet it's too late: the corruption has already set in. Then a drowning feeling of pleasure for destruction. With only Kouyou in your sights, she became the target for your destructive path.
It wasn't long until Kouyou had taken some notable injuries, which all had been caused by you. Despite having her Golden Demon, she really was no match for you in this state. However, even after the short amount of time, corruption had already taken its toll on your body, you already didn't have long left, yet you still couldn't stop yourself.
Until finally, darkness overcame you.
3 days later...
Soon after waking up, you find yourself lying in the familiar bed within the Port Mafia. However, even after just waking up, it wasn't long until you felt a human presence within your room, and they were watching you. "Ah, it seems you're finally awake..." you hear a male's voice say: it didn't take much thinking to realise whose voice it was. It was Mori. "Chuuya should be here soon," he states, as loud footsteps soon start to ring out, growing closer to the room.
Until finally, the door swings open, slamming into the wall. "What the hell is she doing here!?" a familiar voice calls out. Yet you lay there unresponsive even to his voice, leaving him now taken aback by your lack of response. Storming over to you, he places a hand on your shoulder, now frowning immensely at your lack of responsiveness, as you stare straight as if he wasn't even there.
"Ah, you're finally here, Chuuya," Mori begins yet pauses as he looks at you, slightly frowning. As he leans his chin on his hands casually like he usually would, saying something, yet your mind seems to block the words out. While you continue to block them out, both of them keep the pressing conversation going.
However, the words become clear again after Chuuya yells out in anger. "Damnit, why the hell didn't we get her sooner then!?" Chuuya demands, slamming his fist into the wall out of frustration, all while having a pained expression on his face. He then looks at you while you simply continue to have a vacant expression and are unresponsive to anything around you.
"Now, now, Chuuya, calm down, y/n is back is she not?" Mori asks, sighing soon after. However, the attempt to lessen Chuuya's temper was all in vain, as he continued to stand beside you glaring, with fists clenched tightly.
"This is a problem though, with Kouyou seriously injured, and miss y/n unresponsive, we now have two executives unable to do their jobs..." Mori comments, turning his head to look straight at you. You were the centre of attention, all eyes on you, yet to you, it was as if you were back in that lavish chair back in that room, alone.
Finally, Chuuya breaks the silence by slamming his fist into the wall once more, eyes furrowed and full of anger and guilt. "Y/n needed my help!" Chuuya yells. As you hear the word help pass through his lips, you quickly stand in front of him, ready to fight as if trying to protect him from something or someone, surprising Mori. "What is she doing!?" Chuuya exclaims, clearly surprised by your sudden urge to protect him.
"I see, it seems when a certain word is said, miss y/n is forced to protect the individual who spoke it," Mori explains. While you continued to shield Chuuya from him, he continued to look directly at you with seriousness.
Then a wicked smile forms on Mori's lips. "This indeed could be useful..."