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After the broadcast of the first episode of Demon Slayer ended in the watchtower, Utopian walked Awkgirl home. After a passionate session in bed, he returned to his own place to get a good dose of energy; Awkgirl had been very hungry. When suddenly...
Scandale Savage and Cheshire broke in.
Cheshire: "I warned you that the next time I came would be the last." She pulled out a vial and shattered it. A gas spread throughout the room.
Marcus, first stunned by their intrusion, then noticed the gas infiltrating his body. A terrible pain, like he had never felt before, coursed through him. "AHHHHH!!!!!"
Scandale snapped her fingers. Knockout, with his magnificently imposing body and long red hair, entered and lifted him as if he were nothing.
Cheshire: "Queen Bee will be happy to have you back. A shame, I liked your manga."
Scandale:"A pity, I would have liked more resistance."
Knockout:"Handsome male. I would have liked to ride him."
The pain was like fire and ice mixed, a venom spreading through his veins, paralyzing his will and reducing his muscles to trembling flesh. Marcus wanted to scream, to call for help, but only a hoarse gasp escaped his lips. His limbs refused to obey him, weighed down by an invisible force.
With a glassy stare, he saw the redheaded giant, Knockout, approach him with chilling indifference. His hands, wide like paddles, closed around Marcus's torso, lifting him from the floor without effort.
"Queen Bee will be happy to have you back. A shame I liked your manga," Cheshire said with a smirk, a mix of cruelty and disarming sincerity.
Scandale crossed her arms, a pout of disappointment on her perfect face. "A pity, I would have liked more resistance."
Knockout adjusted his grip, his warm breath brushing against Marcus's neck. A flash of lucidity pierced Marcus's fogged mind as he caught the meaningful look the colossus was giving him.
"Handsome male. I would have liked to ride him," Knockout grumbled, and in his eyes shone a glint that belonged neither to simple obedience nor to threat, but to a primitive and dangerous covetousness.
Without another word, they headed for the window they had shattered upon their arrival. The night wind rushed into the room, bringing with it the chill of the city's indifference. Marcus, helpless, felt the void beneath his feet as Knockout leaped into the night, clutching him against his imposing body like a trophy.
They disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only silence and the echo of a stolen presence. The room, which had witnessed so much passion just hours before, was now merely the scene of a crime, the starting point of a captivity whose terrible consequences Marcus couldn't even begin to imagine. The game was over. For him, another, much darker game, had just begun.