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“It was in the past— you don't get it.” He'll argue, convincing himself that she's only saying that because she doesn't know how he felt towards you, and what caused him to act that way. He loved you, that's why he did what he had done. Maybe if he'll explain, she'll understand.

“I love her, that's why i—”

“That's why you kidnapped her, isolated her from her family, and forced yourself on her?” She scoffs, which makes Gojo shut up.

“No wonder she was distant towards me. I'm literally a punishment to her, my entire existence is the chain that binds her to a monster like you. I shouldn't have existed. I am an unwanted mistake.” Her voice cracks and Gojo's eyes widen, pupils shaking with emotion as he shakes his head no.

Mistake? No, she was never an unwanted mistake, she was a careful plan, crafted through love to have his beloved. It broke his heart to see his daughter calling herself that. She was everything to him.

“Who told you all of this?” Is the only thing that left his mouth, unable to actually answer or comfort her. It didn't matter who told her, whether it was you, or a third party, or she just found out on her own— the damage was done.

He's become a monster in his daughter's eyes.

His sweet baby girl who he remembers staring up at him with her wide eyes when he held her for the first time after her birth. Her eyes were full of love and curiosity. Now those eyes hold hatred. Hatred for him.

“You disgust me, dad.” She spews, venom coating every word.

You were just in the middle of this, quietly observing, the feeling that you haven't experienced for years was creeping up again.

Fear.

You shouldn't have revealed anything, you did so out of emotional vulnerability, she was your daughter too after all— the only family you had left, but you did not expect her to react and confront Gojo like this.

“E-enough, don't talk to your father like that.” You finally step in, heart pounding in fear, desperation in your voice. You know how quickly Gojo's emotion can turn into anger. She doesn't. She hasn't seen that side of him at all, he never showed it.

He wouldn't harm her, no, he would instead take it out on you.

“Mom— there's no way you're defending—” She begins.

“Shut up.” You cut her off, begging her with your eyes to not say another word, though you don't think she can see the fear in your ears.

“Go to your room. He said it was in the past, I'm fine now. Aren't I? I had a choice to leave but I didn't. I'm here by choice, okay? I didn't want you to become my saviour. That's not why I told you this.” You ramble on, quickly trying to do damage control, lying to yourself and your daughter. Deep down you were actually thankful that she stood up for you. But fear overrode your gratefulness.

Your daughter shuts up, scoffing before she turned on her heel and went to her room upstairs, slamming the door shut which made you flinch.

You turned to face Gojo who was scarily as still as a statue, his eyes drifted towards you, it sent shivers up your spine.

“S—satoru I—” You begin, choking over your own words.

The next thing you know is him buried deep inside you, pounding into your cunt with fervent speed and anger as the bed creaks beneath you both and you're clinging onto him, walls burning at his intrusion. He buries his face in your neck.

“She said she hates me. Do you know how it feels? Of course you don't.” He thrusted, whispering into your ear. “I know you didn't want her from the start, but is this your new plan? to escape from me? to manipulate our daughter into hating me?” He asked, biting your neck as you shook your head vigorously.

“Don't be fucking delusional, I told you 17 years ago, and I will say it again. You have no fucking escape from me. It sucks that my daughter hates me because of you now. But I'll fix it. And you'll help me, got it?” He stares at you, gritting his teeth, expecting an answer. You can only nod.

“You'll tell her how it was just how you felt in the beginning, but then you fell in love with me yeah? Try your fucking best to mend things— you caused this catastrophe.” He grunts, sweat coating his forehead.

You still wondered how he had the stamina and everything to continue fucking you like this. It feels just like your first time with him.

Suffocating. Cornered.

He leans down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Sorry.” You whisper against his lips, the apology coming out instinctively, looking up at him with teary eyes. His expression softens immediately as he presses his forehead against yours. His thrusts become gentler now.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck you still look just as beautiful. I can never stay mad at you for long can I?” He groans, pressing soft kisses down your face.

“I'm gonna cum—” He pants before shooting his load inside you. Just like he always has been doing. He takes a moment to recover, before working you to your orgasm with his fingers as well, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied.

“We'll fix everything.” He pants, licking the fingers that were coated in your essence.

You sometimes wish you could turn back time to the day you came across him. You remember accompanying your friend to a cult meeting as a ‘joke’ after she convinced you to because she too got recruited by the followers— only that by the end, it wasn't you guys who were laughing.

You unfortunately caught the eye of the leader of the cult, who became enamored and obsessed with you, and your friend— brainwashed, gave you away just like that.

The joke turned deadly, having stumbled into a world you had no business being in. You shouldn't have ever agreed to it, now that reckless action cost you your freedom.

You flinched when you heard the door open, the sound of the material scruffing against the floor pierced your ears, followed by a soft thud on the flooring as the man of your nightmares stepped inside.

You stared at him, eyes devoid of any emotion as he took careful strides towards you, behind him was a servant that carried the tray of food.

It was dinner time.

But lately you haven't been feeling like eating anything, you thought it may be because you didn't have an appetite, you did, but the food felt disgusting to eat, you were craving something else.

And not to mention the increased nausea and vomiting? You were convinced that one of the servants is trying to poison you, after all, they probably are jealous of you having their master's attention all to yourself. It isn't unlikely.

Suguru sat down on the soft cushion laid upon the wooden flooring as the servant arranged the food on top of the rectangular floor table. Suguru stared at your huddled form on the bed.

“Are you not going to eat?” His voice made you jump slightly, you stared down from the bed and buried your face in your knees, shaking your head no.

You felt nauseous looking at the food.

You hear the shuffling of clothes before you hear footsteps approaching you, your head is then lifted up by Suguru. His touch was gentle as he hooked a finger underneath your chin.

“Why not?” He asks, but doesn't give you enough time to answer him before he's lifting you off the bed and taking you to the table, settling you down beside him, followed by him sitting down after.

Your mouth goes dry, not a single word coming out of it as you try to explain why you did not want to eat. Your stomach churned at the sight of food, you were craving something more sour than whatever was served here.

Suguru is patient, waiting for you to speak as his eyes gaze over to your form, trailing from your quivering lips to your neck which was covered in hickeys and bruises from his actions last night.

He felt himself getting aroused at the battered state of you.

His eyes quickly flicked back to yours, something suddenly clicking in his brain. He looks at the servant, whispering something into their ear before they rush off, leaving the room.

“I- I don't know, I've not had an appetite lately.” You finally manage to speak, “The food tastes sickening. Almost as if I'm being poisoned.” You add.

“Is your period late?” He asks, and you are taken aback, wondering why the conversation is deterring that way, but you nod nonetheless.

“It's three weeks late, probably due to stress.” You speak.

Just then the servant comes in, and goes over to Suguru, handing him what he requested. He places it on top of the table.

A pregnancy test.

The implication was clear as day.

“I think you might be overthink—”

“Take the test.” You are cut off by him, you reluctantly grab it, going to the attached bathroom before doing as needed.

You walk out, bringing the test along and just waiting.

A faint singular line appears on it, making you sigh out of relief.

“See I told you—” You began, but immediately shut up when another line appeared on the test.

No.

The world went silent for the entire time, your ears began ringing as the realisation dawned on you. Suguru smiled.

And then it happened— you broke down completely. All of a sudden your reality dawns on you, your freedom, your autonomy, everything is now completely gone.

All because of him.

The fetus wasn't even a result of love for you to feel anything towards it, you already had enough on your plate.

You grab one of the utensils, aiming it at Suguru, trying to stab him, the pure adrenaline makes you want to kill him, but you fail to stab, he is much stronger than you, he easily stops you, grabbing your wrist and prying the weapon from your hand. You slap him in the face with your free hand.

The servant was shocked to see this, Suguru's face remained on the side as his cheek became red, he blinked, as if trying to process what you just did.

“Leave.” He commands the servant cooly and the servant immediately obeys, the grip on your hand tightens as he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed.

“Do I need to teach you your place again?” He begins to strip, voice still soft as ever as you struggle beneath him. Protests leave your mouth but are cut off when you feel him press himself against your clothes cunt.

Why was he hard?

Your eyes widened as you stared into his eyes. He wasn't mad in the slightest, for slapping him, for trying to stab him, no, he was turned on. You could see it in his eyes.

The only question that was on your mind was why.

“Fuck off, don't touch me!” You grit your teeth, spewing the words in anger, trying to control the rage that's simmering beneath your skin.

“Your mouth is as nasty as ever.” He comments, grabbing you by your chin and tutting. “You'd be a bad influence on the kid.” He shakes his head. You furrow your brows. That is the last thing you can care about.

Suguru leans forward pressing an open mouthed kiss to your lips before he pushes you further onto the bed, grabbing your arms and pinning them to the side so you cannot push him away. He climbs on top of you and continues to kiss you.

He pushes your shirt up, revealing your breasts. He grabs them roughly, pinching your nipples in between his index and thumb finger.

You hiss, suddenly feeling sensitive. Suguru notices and continues to twist the buds further before enveloping one of them in his mouth. His other hand leaves your breast and travels down towards your cunt, sneaking underneath the waistband of your pants and dipping into the crevice.

You gasp when you feel his cold fingers press against your clit, he begins to rub it slowly, moving it up and down and in small circles, you can feel yourself growing wet down there and it makes you feel ashamed. Suguru pummels one of the fingers into your sensitive cunt suddenly, making you arch your back and let out a gasp as his pace is brutal.

His fingers dig into your walls, brushing up against your sweet spot multiple times, making tears flow out of your eyes at the situation you're in. You can't fight back, he's way too strong.

The pressure builds up in your stomach as he continues his assault, it doesn't take long before you come undone, your juices coat his fingers as he fingers you through your orgasm before pulling them out and licking them clean. He leans down and presses a kiss to your abdomen.

You felt ashamed.

Suguru decides to not take you that night, giving you time and space to adjust to the news, only that— you never did, how can you? No matter how many orgasms he gives you to clear your ‘hysteria' it doesn't work like that. You fall back into depression immediately after, he doesn't realise he is making it much worse.

He removed any sharp objects and mirrors to prevent you from hurting yourself after you tried to, one time, making sure the room is safely padded.

He would sit beside you, trying to comfort you, his heart wrenching in pain when your sobs don't stop, it almost makes him feel bad. Almost.

He does everything he could, and when he realises you aren't getting any better— he starts to lose his patience.

“This is supposed to be a beautiful thing. You're ruining it.” He sighs, rolling his eyes as he watches your belly, it has increased significantly in size, after all it has been months.

“I don't want it.” You reply, same thing you've constantly been saying since the beginning.

“Too late, maybe you'll change your mind once you give birth.” He cooed into your ear and the suggestion alone made you burst out crying again.

He could be right, but you didn't know, because the only thing on your mind were prayers that this baby dies at childbirth. You don't feel any love for it. You just feel disgusting.

But alas, your prayers do not work.

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GOJO SATORU.

You stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, gazing over Satoru's shoulder who was currently on top of you, biting away at your shoulder as he left his marks on you.

He lays trails of kisses down from your shoulder to your breasts, trying to get you to feel his affection. This would of course be sweet if weren't for the fact that your hands are tied to the bedframe.

And if he wasn't your captor.

You let out a small shriek when you feel him bite your clit, you wondered how he got there so quickly in the blink of an eye.

He sticks his tongue out before pressing it flat against your pussy, making you curl your toes in arousal. You try to close your legs but he uses his hands to keep them open, resting them on your inner thighs as he fully engulfs your clit into his mouth. You arch your back, involuntarily pushing your hips into his face as the sensation of his tongue swirling and suckling your bud sends heatwaves across your body.

He groans in satisfaction, licking and grazing his teeth against your folds, you hated the fact that it aroused you so much, that he knew your sensitive spot and knew exactly how to pleasure you. You hated that he knows your body so well. I guess months of forcing himself does indeed make him accustomed to it.

The reminder made it even more disgusting that you were enjoying what he was doing to you, but you couldn't help it, no matter how much you try to fight it— the pleasure always blinds you for the moment, and the blindness is so addicting.

You are brought back to the current moment when you feel him nip down harshly, before spitting on your clit, and scooping the mixed juices back up with his tongue and swallowing it.

It felt nasty to watch but couldn't look away.

The band in your stomach tightened before snapping entirely, and it wasn't long before you were gushing, fluid leaking from your cunt.

You just squirted.

You felt embarrassed as you watched Satoru's expression, he was smug about it. He always loved it when you squirted because it confirmed to him that were enjoying what he did to you.

He comes face to face with you again, before his hands reach out and undo the shackles on your wrists, you rub your wrists, watching the dents that the material left on them.

“You know I didn't notice before, but from that angle, your lower abdomen seems to have protruded out further.” He speaks, wiping the juices away from his mouth. You furrowed your brows.

“As if you're pregnant.” He added and your eyes widened, panic filling in them as you shook your head.

“No, no, it's probably just bloat.” You told him, shaking your head vigorously.

“Well, just to be sure, right?” He gets up off you, going to his discarded pants on the ground and pulling out a pregnancy test from its pocket.

“There is no need for that, I'm not pregnant.” You shake your head, refusing to take the test, afraid of the results. He doesn't listen, shoving the test into your hands.

You reluctantly go to the bathroom to take it.

Time passes painfully slowly, each second feeling agonizing, and then the results show. Your entire world collapses around you as you look at the two lines, you shake your head, discarding it into the bin in the bathroom, believing it to be faulty.

“So?” Satoru waits, now wearing his boxers, arms crossed as he waits for your answer, but you don't reply, making him sigh in annoyance before he pushes past you and goes into the bathroom.

The entire mood shifts when he exits, he immediately grabs you, pulling you into a tight hug. This excitement wasn't contained at all, his bright blue eyes shone even brighter— which you didn't know could be possible as he gave you a huge smile. But it dropped when he saw your expression.

The expression of horror.

You shove him away, frantically pacing around the room.

“No, it cannot be, I'm not pregnant, I can't be pregnant.” You mutter, clutching your hair in a tight grip. You weren't ready, you would've never been ready for this even in a thousand years. Satoru always used a condom when he fucked you, so how did this happen? Unless he deliberately— and then realization hit you.

You've never actually seen a used condom be thrown away. But you swore you saw him putting it on, though it was always off by the end. You just assumed he took it off immediately after he was done.

Satoru looks at you blankly, watching you connect the pieces together.

Disgust churned in your gut.

“You fucking monster.” You cry out, hate filling in your gut as you grab a nearby object and throw it at him, which obviously doesn't end up hitting him.

You begin to collapse mentally, the justification you made for his actions towards you previously— all melted away as the actual truth and cruelty dawned on you.

“I hate you.” You spew, you were seeing red.

“It's not that bad of a thing you know? We get to have a family?” He questions, as if realising that he shouldn't have deceived you because the way you are reacting right now is something he did not expect.

He begins to feel bad.

“Not bad? Oh fuck off. Fuck off. Genuinely fuck off.” You ramble on, not being able to form proper words, your knees finally give up and you collapse to the floor, clutching yourself together as you cry, hitting yourself in the stomach repeatedly.

“I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this…” You repeatedly whisper, each punch becoming stronger and more painful but then your hands are grabbed away by Satoru, he lifts you off the ground, throwing you onto the bed and placing the shackles back on you again, he was looking at you as if you had gone insane.

You writhe, kicking him and trying to get away, but you fail. So you spew cruel words at him. Satoru didn't mind, he was used to it, it's what you first did when he captured you.

He felt like he fucked up when you were finally warning up to him.

Doubts began to circle in his mind, but one thing was for sure, he wasn't letting you kill the fetus. Maybe you just need time.

That's what he told himself.

Yet nothing changes as the months fly by, your resentment towards the kid only grows, Satoru has you tied up and removed all furniture from the room, he was paranoid that you'd hurt yourself. You've tried to, many times.

He curls up next to your exhausted form during nights, unable to sleep, he stares at your hollow eyes, you look sickly in your sleep, and it makes him feel guilty. His hand lays over your protruding belly, contemplating whether he should just kill the baby for your sake. He couldn't bear seeing you like this.

But then he changes his mind, shaking those thoughts away. Maybe you'll get along with the baby once it's born..

Again, something he told himself.

He was in denial.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless, unable to do anything. He'd teleport to check on you constantly, it didn't matter what he was doing, he'd come home every fifteen minutes.

Your deterioration made him more frantic, he genuinely loved you, he didn't want to do this to you. Perhaps it was a stupid plan since the beginning, taking his condom off to get you pregnant. He only assumed that you'd be upset for a month or two, but he didn't realise how much he underestimated it.

It's like he killed a part of you.

The emotional exhaustion was evident in his face, his students began to question it, but he avoided answering it. He wanted to make things right again, but every time he places his hand over your belly to just terminate it using his own power— he just can't bring himself to do it. So he keeps you cuddled close. You break down crying into his chest every night, muttering how you don't want this.

“I know, I'm sorry, I know, I'm sorry.” Is all he could muster up as a reply to your turmoil.

He felt so disgustingly weak in front of you.

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NANAMI KENTO.

Nanami was a busy office man, drowning himself in corporate work in the day time and in the arms of his ‘wife’ during the night time, well if he could call her that cause the ‘marriage’ seems to onesided.

It's been months and you still haven't warmed up to him yet. He tried to be the loving husband so badly but you refuse to pay the part of a wife.

Well, technically, a true ‘loving husband’ wouldn't force himself on his wife every night but Nanami conveniently ignores that part, maybe if he stopped doing that you would warm up to him quicker? He just cannot bring himself to do that, it's against his morals too but he cannot help it— your cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him for all his worth is a sensation he'd become extremely addicted to.

Just the thought is enough to make the blood rush to his cock.

Maybe he should try practicing abstinence for a bit, cause he would need to hold himself back for weeks if not months once you give birth to the baby.

He wasn't sure if you were actually pregnant, but he'd noticed the symptoms before you did. Your missed period for three whole months is a dead give away for the theory in his mind, he wondered why you didn't suspect anything, probably because you were mellowing in the circumstances of your fate.

Which is why he was now standing in the middle of the aisle in a convenience store, trying to pick out a high quality pregnancy test. He finally picks one after a minute of pondering, going to the cashier and paying for the test.

He would be lying if he wasn't hoping that you'd be pregnant, he'd always wanted a domestic life, a kid or two with the person he loved, he wondered whose features the kid would inherit the most.

Thoughts like those ran through his mind as he took a taxi home, reaching the apartment before unlocking it and stepping inside.

The scent of food hit him first when he walked in, his tummy began to rumble in response as he walked further into the kitchen area, only to spot you setting up the table.

He wrapped his arms around you, which caused you to shriek and yelp in surprise, you zoned out way too much to realise the fact that Nanami was home. Your relaxed posture now became tense as you felt his lips press against the crook of your neck before travelling down your shoulder.

He turned you around, tucking a hair strand behind your ear before he leaned down to kiss you, pushing you against the table as you stood there frozen, letting him do what he wanted.

“Nanami— the food will go cold.” You broke the kiss, staring into his eyes, for a moment you felt a sense of comfort and normalcy only for it to go away just as quickly as it came.

“The food can wait, I'm hungry for something else.” He whispers before grabbing you, lifting you and taking you to the bedroom, you struggled in his hold, trying to break free.

He plops you down on the bed before climbing on top of you, pinning you down with his hands before he captures your lips again, he then undos your top, tearing at the fabric as he feels impatient.

“K-Kento— mmmf! no— stop. wait.” You try to speak but his mouth is pressed up against yours, making your sentences come out incoherently. You gasp when you feel him rip away at your bra before he moves onto your bottom half, dedicated to get you naked as quickly as possible.

You stop resisting, the hope of him never stopping flickering away the minute he tears away your panties, he isn't going to back down anymore.

He takes in your body, committing it to his memory before he unbuckles his pants, whipping out his cock and lining it up against your entrance.

You were dry down there.

So the invasion was more painful, you let out a quiet gasp at the pain, the fact that he was huge made it worse as he fully sheathed himself into your cunt, you felt his tip bump into your cervix.

You took deep breaths trying to soothe the ache, your vagina began to gush instinctively when he started moving to prevent the burning sensation from overwhelming your other senses.

Nanami's clothes rubbed against your naked body, you hated how he prefers to remain fully clothed sometimes, like an extra mile to make you feel as vulnerable as possible.

He begins to pound harder and faster while you stare up at the ceiling, all you could feel was his dick ramming inside and out fervently.

To say you were feeling aroused would be an overstatement, you couldn't really lose yourself in the pleasure when he skips foreplay, it doesn't get you aroused.

You feel ashamed at the thought of wanting foreplay from him, and wanting to feel aroused. You shouldn't be thinking about it in the first place, but it seems he's beginning to get to you now.

Nanami— as if he could read your thoughts— pushed a finger against your clit, which made you gasp in surprise. He began to rub your bud slowly but surely, scooping the wetness from your stretched hole and directing it towards your clit before rubbing the slimy fluid to it.

Your now swollen clit feels more sensitive than before due to the arousal creeping up your body. Nanami speeds up his fingers and his thrusts simultaneously.

You grab onto him, letting out gasps as you close your eyes and feel the pleasure burst in the abdomen, travelling all over your body in waves. You collapse inwards immediately, biting your lip as the high subsides.

Nanami finishes right after, pulling his cock out at the last moment and letting his cum spurt onto your clit. You found it odd that he pulled out, he usually doesn't.

He collapses on top of you, pressing your naked body against his clothed one, you could still smell the office scent on him, so mechanical and corporate.

After a few minutes of catching breath, Nanami gets up off you.

“Also—” He begins but immediately leaves the room right after, it takes a minute before he returns, carrying something that had hints of blue and pink.

“You might want to check something.” He pushes the test into your hands and you stare at it for a minute.

It's not like you didn't notice your symptoms, you just brushed them aside thinking nothing of them. Sometimes people could miss their periods for months due to stress, and you were in a stressful situation, so it made sense.

But the other symptoms are also persistent.

You went to the bathroom and took the test as instructed, praying that it comes out negative because you were not ready for a baby.

Yet, the test comes out positive and you could feel dread in your stomach, so you take the test back to Nanami, who seems to be happy at the result. You felt like throwing up, and you do.

You immediately rush back to the bathroom, followed by Nanami who murmurs a few panicked curses and goes to clean up the vomit from the bedroom floor. You take that as an opportunity to lock yourself in the bathroom, crying really loudly as you're wrecked with emotion and guilt.

You really cannot bring a baby into this world in a situation like this.

You did not want to play house with your captor.

You hear knocks on the bathroom door, to which you respond with a ‘Leave me alone.’ But Nanami doesn't listen. You wanted to be alone before you went insane.

Nanami breaks down the door panicked, thinking you were going to hurt yourself only to find you scooped up in the bathroom corner.

“Why can't you just fucking leave me alone!?” You shout, anger overtaking your feelings, all you asked was to be left alone and he couldn't even respect that.

“I- I'm sorry, I thought—” Before he could finish his sentence, you threw a shampoo bottle which you grabbed from nearby at him, screaming at him to leave you alone.

He does as you ask, leaving you alone to cry and sort out your feelings. You wanted to get rid of the baby, but you know damn well you cannot go anywhere unsupervised, you pity your situation.

Nanami switches everything instantly when he notices that you are not recovering from your deteriorating mental state, he begins to cook for you, make you food, and comfort you as you cry, hushing you whenever you talk about wanting to terminate your pregnancy— he's never letting that happen.

He takes good care of you, trying to convince you that everything will be okay, and that you do not have to worry about raising the child but doesn't realise the fucked up situation he's put you in. In his mind, it's all perfect, a wife, a child.

In your mind, it's hell, being forced to marry him, forced to give birth, you had no bodily autonomy, it made you feel so less of a human and more like a toy.

But he'll never understand that, the fact that he's robbing your autonomy, humanity and independence away from you, he thinks it will be fine, but it will never be fine.

Not with the path you both had travelled to reach the current situation.

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FUSHIGURO TOJI.

You clutched the toilet seat desperately as waves of nausea rippled through you, making you throw up whatever you had earlier today.

You couldn't figure out what was happening since you were dizzy, and plagued with constant fatigue and morning sickness. You were starting to suspect that something was very wrong with your body.

And you were right when you tried putting two and two together.

Missed periods, morning sickness, the constant fatigue.

You were most probably pregnant.

The thought alone made any sense of control you had for the past few months waver. You couldn't let Toji find out about this. You need to induce an abortion before he finds out.

But how will you do that?

Toji had only recently been allowing you to go out again, but all while keeping tabs on the places you're visiting, he would accompany you everywhere, the only place you could go alone was the convenience store located nearby. You clearly cannot get an abortion there, which would be the most convenient thing for you right now.

So you take a deep breath and go to the convenience store to buy a test, staring at the road makes you want to make a run for it, for your freedom, but Toji will know, you didn't know how he tracks your location, but somehow he can tell— and the last time you did try to run, he caught you, your freedom didn't even last 20 minutes.

That was a horrible memory, especially what he did to you after, you'd rather not experience that again, which makes you turn to the direction of your prison and make your way willingly to it.

As expected, the test on the counter stares at you, two bright lines confirming your pregnancy, which makes your heart thump in anxiety. You think of ways to get rid of it.

And then you hear a knock on the bathroom door, it seems Toji is back, you probably zoned out for a while. You immediately respond back with a ‘Yeah?’

“What are you doing in there?” He asked, always invading your privacy, he constantly needed to know what you were doing.

“I was planning to take a shower.” You reply, lying through your teeth, and then the handle turns which makes your gut drop, you shove the pregnancy test off the counter, making it fall before you kick it underneath the gap of the sink cabinet just as Toji enters the bathroom.

You stare at him wide eyed, trying to play it cool as you give him a smile. You could feel your heart hammer against your ribcage.

“Fucking hell, a shower without me?” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk creeping up his face, before his hands grab you by your shoulders.

The rest is routine for you, Toji forcing himself on you, you’re pushed up against the wall as he thrusts his enormous cock into your pussy. Your face is held pressed up against the marble tile by him, while the other grabs your hips, gripping tightly onto the flesh as he grunts into your ear.

“Look at this pretty cunt.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck as he moves behind you. The soft sound of the shower is drowned out by the noises that you and Toji are producing.

You feel embarrassed at the way your cunt now practically just drips for him, for his intrusions, the wet noises it makes from the fiction feel like a big betrayal to your mind as your body is basically telling you that it has accepted him.

But the knowledge of pregnancy is now fucking up your brain too, the thought of having a baby with him almost doesn't sound bad anymore, especially when you're feeling all hot like this, your own brain is trying to delude and gaslight you too now as well.

His hand on the back of your head trails down to your front, grabbing your breast and giving it a squeeze before he rubs your nipple gently. Your mouth falls open at the sensation, noticing how you're much more sensitive now. You grab his hand, trying to pull it away but he pinches and then tugs on your nipple in a defiant manner, which makes you drop your hand immediately as the sensation of arousal washes over you.

You bite your lip, turning your head to face him before staring at him, the droplets of water dripped from his wet hair, sprinkling slightly with every movement he made, they shone beautifully underneath the light reflection, his eyes were shut close as if he was trying to focus more on the way your body feels morphed onto him.

He opens his eyes shortly after, catching your gaze on him. You couldn't figure out why you did what you did but the minute he made eye contact with you— you kissed him, craning your neck to the side before you grabbed his face with your hand and pushed him forward to access his lips. He seemed to be very surprised by this but didn't complain, grunting in satisfaction as he kissed you with an unexplainable hunger.

To him it felt like you were finally accepting your fate.

His thrusts sped up rapidly, hitting your g-spot constantly, he puts you in a headlock before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Both your orgasms hit at the same time, you cling on to him, holding him so you don't fall while he finishes deep inside you, you can feel his load invade your insides.

Toji lets you recover for a minute before you both wash up and get out of the shower, you leave the bathroom first, leaving Toji to finish up, and go to the bedroom, burying yourself in the pillows as the reality now hits you.

You caress your stomach gently, almost feeling bad, but this needed to be done, you weren't ready, the situation isn't sane enough to birth a child, you cannot just give birth just because sex with him is starting to feel good.

You watch him return wearing a bathroom before he hops down next to you and places his hand on your stomach.

“I hope I wasn't too rough, I didn't know you were pregnant.” His smooth voice cuts through the air, making everything go silent, the background noises now replaced by a ringing in your head.

“I found the test underneath the sink counter, the blue was peaking out so obviously.” He says, “Were you planning to surprise me? Or were you trying to hide it from me?” He questions and you swallow a lump in your throat.

“I— I no. I'm not, I'm not fucking having this baby.” You blurt out, unable to form any excuses and just speaking your mind. Toji’s face drops, and you can feel the mood shift.

“You are.” He affirms with just two words.

“No, I am not.” You begin freaking out, pushing yourself away from him but he grabs you.

“I cannot let you do that to my child.” His fingers grip your arm tightly as he leans in closer and you shake your head no, pushing him away roughly. You kick him, thrash in his hold but he doesn't react, reacting as if he's just dealing with a mere bug.

You cry, the emotion finally overwhelming you, broken sobs fill the air as your chest is wrecked with emotions, you couldn't breathe.

“Do not even fucking try to go behind my back, you don't want to be chained up like before.” His words make you go silent, you try to hold back your sobs, now soft gasps leaving your mouth as your breathing becomes more irregular.

He kept you chained up for a month when you tried to escape initially— misuse of the freedom he deemed, which led you to be tied up in the bed for a month straight. It was humiliating since he didn't let you go to do anything, even biological processes.

The most agonizing time would be when he left for work, every second would feel like an hour just laying on the bed, hands tied, he would sometimes loosen the ropes so your arms don't cramp up when he returned from work. You spent 30 days like that.

Those 30 days felt like years.

It was a humiliation ritual.

And not to mention, it took you three more weeks extra to walk again. You found it so scary how your body can just forget things if you didn't do it often.

You don't want that to happen again.

Toji takes your silence as your understanding before he presses a kiss to your head, cuddling you to sleep.

The next nine months flow by with little to no comfort from him, you'd constantly have breakdowns alleviated by your hormones, you quit your attempts to get rid of the baby, but your mental state deteriorated, as if the baby was sucking it out of you.

And then the birth happened.

You could only stare at the sight of Toji hugging the child, a smile grazing his lips and a never before seen glint of emotion in his eyes. It would be such a cute moment if you didn't feel dead on the inside.

If everything happened as a result of love and not kidnapping and noncon. Maybe you wished that Toji would've waited a few more months, maybe you would've been more ready, more willing.

Because back then, you were just beginning to love him—

Wait what.

You shook your head, shaking off the thought.

Right, you could never love the man that ruined your life now.

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