~Present time~

Trigger warning: domestic violence. And SA. Not from Megumi.

"Are you? Or are you not?"

The tall, muscular figure with raven spiked hair and tattoos inked into his skin pushed forward, his shadow looming over her. He approached slowly, each step echoing in the suffocating silence of the living room, where the petite girl huddled in the corner, trembling like a fragile bird. Whimpering, she tried to make herself smaller, covering her half naked body but not because she's wearing a revealing night gown he forced her to wear. She's covering herself as if it might shield her from the oncoming storm of his fury.

She could barely breathe; her mind screamed for escape as his presence closed in around her. Desperate thoughts raced through her head—is he gonna finally kill her? Would anyone come to save her? But more than anything, she just wanted this nightmare to end. The room felt like a prison, and she was trapped, caught in a web of fear and despair.

She stole a glance up at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Him.

That man.

That devil man.

His expression was a chilling mix of stoicism and intensity. There was no visible anger—no rage twisting his features—yet she sensed the storm brewing beneath the surface. With his eyes fixed on her, she felt invisible hands tightening around her throat.

"I... I'm sorry, S-Sukuna..." she stammered, her voice shaky and fragile. "I-I... d... don't... k..know—"

"What the fuck did I tell you about stammering!?" he growled, stepping closer, his body radiating menacing energy. She could feel his rage building, a palpable force in the air, and a wave of panic washed over her.

"I don't know!" she pleaded, desperation clawing at her voice. "I fainted and collapsed from exhaustion! Please... Sukuna... don't hit me..." The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, but her voice was drowned by the weight of his fury. She covered her head, turning away, trying to escape from his another cruelty. Her heart sank, heavy with sorrow, and though sobs threatened to break free, she fought to hold them back, aware that crying would only provoke him further.

"You damn lying whore." His words sliced through the air like a knife, each syllable laced with venom.

He yanked her hair, pulling her to her feet with a brutal force that left her gasping in pain. Her pain sound echoing in the otherwise silent room, a painful reminder of her helplessness. That single moment, where her body was dragged up, felt like an eternity; every bit of her wanted to fight back, to escape, but she knew all too well that resistance could mean the difference between life and death.

"No, no, please! I-I'm so..s-sorry I d..didn't made dinner... I'll go f-fix it right now!" She pleaded, her voice trembling as fear took hold of her. The moment hung in the air, heavy with tension. But before she could plead more, the sharp slap echoed through the room, brutally shattering her hope. She crumpled to the floor, pain radiating from her cheek as she fought against the swirling darkness in her mind.

"Get up!" His voice shattered the silence again—harsh, demanding. "It's not that shit you dumb blonde!" He stormed around her, reaching down and fingers gripping her arm like a vice as he pulled her to her feet. Each breath she took was laced with dread, the world around her spinning.

"Are you even listening?" His words dripped with venom as he shook her roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do I need to beat the shit outta you?" The threat was clear, a dark cloud of intimidation looming over her.

The reality of her situation crashed down on her. She could feel the warmth of blood trickling from her nose, mingling with tears that threatened to spill over—a bitter reminder of the violence that had enveloped her life.

That she hadn't been through since childhood from her own mother.

But this time it's different and much worse.

She could barely hold on to the fragile threads of clarity left in her mind, but she had to answer. He wouldn't give her a moment of process.

"Hey! Look at me!" He demanded, pressing closer, his breath hot and accusatory. Her heart raced as she struggled to absorb his words, the fear blurring her senses.

With a quivering voice, she stammered, "I-I don't know. I swear I didn't recognized the signs earlier..it's my fault for not paying attention...Please..." Her plea was a desperate gasp, caught between tears and the overwhelming urge to survive. "I swear I don't know..."

As she stood there, the realization of her vulnerability struck her deep within—it was a battle not just for answers but for her very life.

"Do you know when was the last time you had your period?" he asked, his voice cold and impatient.

Hana struggled to recall, her mind racing as panic gripped her. Memories blurred together, and she felt the walls of her own mind closing in. The anxiety buzzed in her ears like an incessant alarm. She bit her lip, trying to shield her thoughts from his penetrating gaze.

"I-I..." she whispered, trying to gather her strength. The memory of her last period flickered like a half-remembered dream, taunting her. It was... it had to be several weeks after Megumi left.

No actually.

It would be the same month when Megumi left. The beginning of the month would be her period.  Several weeks later, they made love. However later, she begged Sukuna for his help, but he tricked her, leading to Hana being taken captive and Sukuna forced himself on her which she has been here for four months now.

Right?

But Hana unable to comprehend the process as her memories had been filled with fears and abused. But the thought of Megumi...Remembering him, his warmth, his protectiveness, his smile, his kindness and everything about him had brought more sadness to her already broken and wounded heart.

If he were here right now, he will make sure Sukuna will regret to even lay a hand on her.

"Hana!" he snapped, the tension in the room palpable as he leaned closer, invading her personal space.

Startled, she jumped, her heart racing. Fear glimmered in her eyes; she could barely meet his gaze. "M... m-maybe...it was around the beginning of the month... the same month he left... That's the last I remember... p-please, Sukuna, d..don't hit..me..."

Sukuna paused, his frustration evident. Yet, for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something else—a hesitation, perhaps even doubt. But it vanished as his temper flared again, and in one swift motion, he released her arm.

"How about your birth controls? Did you took them daily you were supposed to?" His tone dropped to his serious lethal tone.

Hana completely forgot to take them this week. She was so tormented and depressed living in the mansion with that devil man that she forgot.

Than again...

He forced himself onto her almost everyday so there was no point on keeping on track on her birth control.

However. Even she did took them daily, it wouldn't make sense the her stomach has slowly to round up.

The suddenness caused her to stumble, and she fell to the floor, hitting her elbow painfully against the hard surface. A small yelp escaped her lips, a mix of surprise and anguish. "Figures you wouldn't keep on track." He sighed as he roam his rough hand this his dark spiked hair.

"Shit. That's the damn consequence I get for going raw," he muttered under his breath, dismissing her pain as if it meant nothing.

As she gathered the courage to glance at Sukuna, her eyes searched for any hint of compassion or humanity. But what she saw was a hardened gaze, devoid of empathy—like that of a devil reveling in the torment he caused.

Hana's breath hitched as she lay there, turning her face away from him, wishing to escape the reality of her pain. The room felt stifling, as if the walls themselves were closing in, and her mind raced in a blur, thoughts battling for escape. Each visceral moment of torment replayed in her mind—shouting, insults, the harsh gripping nights in the bedroom, the echoes of her own helplessness. She felt vulnerable, exposed and utterly broken, wishing she could disappear.

Then, without warning, the sense of dread enveloped her again as Sukuna approached. Her heart raced, and her body went rigid. In an instant, he raised his leg, bending back unnaturally, and about to deliver a harsh kick to her stomach. The impact was jarring, and Hana turned around instinctively, a scream tearing from her throat, feeling a sharp pain shoot through her lower back when he kicked her instead of her stomach.

"What the hell were you trying to do?!" he snarled, his voice thick with rage as his brows furrowed deeper. "You actually want to keep that shit?!"

Hana curled around the pain, holding her stomach tightly in a futile attempt to protect not herself but for her potential unborn child. Desperation clawed at her throat, and this time, the tears flowed freely, a mixture of sorrow and fear spilling onto her cheeks. "Please..." she whimpered, her voice small and fragile, echoing around the empty big home that had become her prison.

As Hana sobbed, she gradually cradled herself into a fetal position, seeking solace in the shrinking of her own form. Each shake of her body mirrored the mental turmoil that thrashed within her—an endless cycle of pain both mental and physical.

Hana wished she had listened when Megumi told her to go back home. The weight of her choices pressed down on her like an iron anchor, dragging her deeper into despair.

She wished she never asked for Sukuna's help to search for him. The cold realization that her desperation had led her to this monster clawed at her heart, leaving her feeling hollow and lost.

Hana wished...Megumi was here...to protect her. To heal her. His familiar warmth a balm for the aching wounds on her broken heart. Memories of his gentle smile and the solace he provided haunted her, flickering like dying embers in the void.

Everything hurt. Each breath felt like a knife in her chest, a reminder of the agony that surrounded her. How she longed for comfort, for safety, for Megumi's warmth presence.

"That's it." Sukuna's low growl cut through her thoughts like shattered glass, harsh and unyielding. The darkness of his eyes promised nothing but suffering, twisting her stomach into knots. Hana could see from the corner of her eyes a glint of something metal as he pulled it out from his dark jacket, the sinister sound of a knife scraping against its sheath echoing in the suffocating silence.

Panic surged through her, overwhelming her senses. Hana quickly turned her head up to see him looming above her, his silhouette a monstrous omen. Her heart raced, desperate and pounding against her ribcage, drowning out her reason.

"Please, no!" Hana screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice a fragile whisper of desperation. She curled in on herself, protecting her stomach to shield her unborn from the horror that awaited, her body trembling with fear.

"Don't do this, Sukuna!" she cried. The pleading in her voice barely rose above a whisper, as if the very act of crying out for mercy would draw even more cruelty down upon her. But she foolishly believed she had to try—

Hana sobbed, feeling the terror wrap around her throat like Sukuna's icy fingers, choking her. Both his hand roamed around her exposed thighs, the cold steel of the knife tracing chilling patterns against her skin, causing her to sob harder.

"No! Please!!" Hana thrashed around in her bed as she jolted awake from a nightmare that felt too real. The remnants of terror clawed at her as sweat dripped down her brow and tears streamed down her cheeks. The screams that had escaped her lips echoed in her ears, cutting through the silence of the night, only to be replaced by the heart-wrenching wails of her newborn daughter, Tsumiki, who had been startled from her peaceful slumber.

Oh no!!

Panic surged through Hana as she scrambled out of bed. Her heart sank as she stumbled to her baby's crib, her eyes wide with fear. Tsumiki's cries sliced through her. Wailing ferociously, her tiny fists clenched tightly in fear. The sound of her baby's cries tore through Hana like shards of glass, each wail a reminder of her helplessness. She leaned over the crib, her heart breaking further at the sight of her tiny daughter, crying fiercely, her little face scrunched up in fear and confusion.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Hana's voice trembled as she scooped Tsumiki into her arms, desperate to soothe her. She cradled her against her chest, rocking back and forth as she pressed gentle kisses to the baby's soft cheeks, tears pooling in her eyes. "Mommy is so sorry, Tsumiki! Please don't cry!" But the wails only intensified, drowning her in a wave of guilt and despair.

Just then, the door swung open and Angel rushed in, alarm written all over her face as she took in the chaotic scene. "Hana! What happened? are you and Tsumiki okay?" Her voice was filled with concern, laced with urgency.

But Hana could barely respond, the ache in her chest growing heavier as she struggled to calm her daughter. Her body trembled as the weight of her emotions crashed over her. Each harsh cry from Tsumiki felt like a knife twisting in her heart, a reminder of her own inadequacies, her fears of failing as a mother. The darkness from her nightmares lingered, from the terrifying abuse from him...

Angel quickly stepped forward, her maternal instincts kicking in as she embraced both Hana and Tsumiki in a comforting hug. "I'm here. It's okay. You both are okay," she whispered, rubbing their heads soothingly. But even as she held them, Hana could feel the tightness in her chest, a mixture of affection and sorrow breaking within her.

"Angel..." Hana's voice cracked, breaking under the weight of her tears. The depth of her fears spilled out in that single word, like an unspoken plea for help. "I had a horrible nightmare..."

Angel tightened her embrace, her touch warm and reassuring against Hana's trembling frame. "It's okay, Hana," she said softly, her hand moving to gently stroke Tsumiki's back, trying to calm the frantically crying baby. Still, the cries persisted, echoing Hana's own inner turmoil, a haunting reminder of how delicate and fragile life could be.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Hana couldn't help but feel the wave of despair crashing down on her. The weight of her nightmare clung to her like a shadow, making every heartbeat feel heavy with sorrow. She was terrified of what lay ahead, of the memories that haunted her mind — when that awful man tortured and assaulted her in his home.

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Her newborn had finally calmed down after what felt like an eternity—20 long minutes of frantic cries and desperate wails echoing through the dimly lit room. The once peaceful night was shattered by the sound of Hana's screams, causing her daughter terrified.

Hana felt utterly torn, her heart aching for scaring her baby during her screaming during her sleep. It had been years since she had night terrors and that was when she small after her parents death and leaving the burden dreaded house where she faced the abused from her mother.

This time the nightmares are not from her childhood trauma. But from her captivity, abuse and assaults from him.

Gently, Hana reached out to touch her baby's soft, tear-streaked face. Hearing her daughter's hiccups and breathy sniffles, remnants of the hard crying, made Hana's heart ache even more. "Oh, my poor Tsumiki..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought back her own tears.

It was unbearable to know that she had caused this distress, even unintentionally. The memory of her screams, echoing through the walls of their small home, felt like daggers to her gut. She had sworn to protect her bundle of joy from any harm—real or imagined. Yet here she was, the source of her baby's fear, a nightmare manifested in the dark. Her mind raced, replaying the terrifying moments in her head, and she wished desperately to take it all back.

"Here sweetie." Just then, Angel returned from the kitchen, cradling a big mug of steaming chamomile tea in her hands. The soothing aroma filled Hana's senses, offering a glimmer a little of comfort amidst the chaos. Hana carefully accepted the mug, taking slow, deliberate sips, letting the warmth seep into her troubled spirit.

Angel settled beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around Hana's shoulder and rubbing her back gently. "Do you feel comfortable talking about your nightmare?"

Hana continued to gaze at her baby, gently stroking the infant's soft brunette hair. The rhythmic motion seemed to soothe both mother and child.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," Angel said, giving her niece a comforting squeeze.

"It's about what happened when I was trapped with that... man..." Hana finally said, her voice trembling. She paused, trying to gather her thoughts.

"The things he did to me... the abuse, the violence... it still haunts me."

Angel understood exactly who she was talking about. The same maniac who had terrorized Tokyo with his ruthless reputation. He had created a vast drug ring and yakuza network, spreading fear and chaos throughout the city. His name was synonymous with crime and brutality.

Ryomen Sukuna.

"He was a monster," Hana continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That disgraced one is going to be serving a lifetime in that prison cell once his trial is over. He will no longer hurt you," Angel said, gently tucking a strand of Hana's hair behind her ear. "Justice is served."

"Yes. But..." Hana shuddered, the memories of the nightmares she endured still fresh in her mind. "His harsh touches, abuse, and violent words still lingers. I can't help but feel haunted by the nightmare of him... especially him forcing himself on me every night..." Hana broke into a small sob, her words trailing off as her newborn in her arms began to squirm.

Angel immediately wrapped her arms around Hana, comforting her and rubbing her head. "Hana, it's okay. You're safe now. He won't hurt you anymore. You need to focus on healing and moving forward."

Hana leaned in, holding her newborn closer, letting out breathy sniffs. "I'm sorry, Angel. I regret it. Megumi was right about him, but I didn't listen... I was foolish to ask Sukuna for help when I was looking for Megumi... and..."

"Shhh." Angel gently rocked back and forth, soothing Hana.

Hana looked down at her arms and saw her newborn daughter, her small face buried in her chest. This ached Hana as she realized she was disrupting her baby's sleep. Hana leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her head. "I'm sorry, Tsumiki."

"Tsumiki had calm down," Angel murmured softly, letting go of the comfort hug and stroke the newborn's back in a soothing rhythm, as if trying to wipe away the remnants of fear that clung to her.

"Yes, but it's my fault..." Hana's voice cracked, fractures of guilt spilling out with every word.

"Hana. You had a terrible nightmare. Don't blame yourself. It's okay." Angel's words were laced with love, seeking to cradle Hana's spiraling thoughts.

"Yes, but... I'm supposed to be her protector," Hana confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her feelings wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket. "I feel like I'm bad at being a mother."

"Hana, please do not refer to yourself in that manner. You are her mother, and this tragic event was beyond your control. You experienced a distressing nightmare," Angel stated gently. "It is understandable to feel this way. You went through trauma because of that devil man."

Hana nodded in agreement, acknowledging the validity of Angel's perspective. "You are right," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Hana set the teacup down on the coffee table, the gentle clink resonating in the quiet room. She cradled her baby to her chest, feeling the warmth of the tiny body against her. Nestling her cheek against the soft skin of her daughter, she sighed, "I think it's best to have her move into your bedroom for a while. I should have listened to you earlier—"

"Hana, please don't keep saying that. It's okay," Angel reassured her, a soft smile spreading across her face. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her niece's temple, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. The love between them was palpable, even in the midst of uncertainty.

Agreeing to let Tsumiki sleep in Angel's room for the time being felt like a small yet significant step. Hana knew that the change could bring some much-needed peace, especially as she grappled with the night terrors that haunted her sleep. The memories of those restless nights flooded her mind—waking up in a cold sweat, the echoes of fear clinging to her thoughts, and the desperate need for comfort that always followed.

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"Hana, you don't have to help me clean. Go to the living room with Tsumiki. It's okay, I can take care of this," Angel says as she washes the countertop while Hana sweeps the tiled floors methodically and quietly, lost in thought.

Hana shook her head and smiled. "Angel, you've done so much for me and Tsumiki that I really need to start paying you back as much as possible. It's the least I can do instead of standing around the house." Hana says as she sweeps diligently, pushing the dust and debris into a neat pile.

"And what about Tsumiki?" Angel says as she finishes drying the last plate back to the cabinet.

"Oh she's sleeping in her babyswing. The lullaby music keeps her sleep." Hana giggles as she throws the dirt from the dustpan to the trash bin.

Angel nodded and smiles, "Okay thank you Hana."

"No thank you, Auntie!" Hana smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. It was one of those bright, caring smiles that Angel had missed so much; it felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds after everything Hana had been through. The memory of Hana's laughter, stories, and cheerful presence flooded back, a welcome relief from the shadows that had loomed over them for so long.

"Besides, my friends are coming over tomorrow, and I want to make them feel as welcome as possible!" Hana added, her enthusiasm contagious as she turned her attention to the countertop, wiping it with quick, determined strokes.

"Oh, that reminds me—I need to marinate the ribeye roast by preparing the herbs and spices." Angel replied, a smile spreading across her face as she headed to the stove and opened the fridge. The cool air greeted her as she pulled out the ingredients: a beautiful ribeye roast, fresh herbs, and vibrant vegetables. "Do you want to help me, like the good old days?"

Hana froze for a moment, her hands stilled mid-wipe. A flash of panic crossed her face, her eyes darting away as memories surged back in a wave of turbulence. The laughter of cooking together had turned into something darker—a time when Sukuna demanded hot meals with a harshness that left no room for mistakes. The weight of those memories lingered, heavy and suffocating, as fear crept into her chest like a chilling shadow.

Especially vivid was the memory of the roast beef incident—an evening filled with tension, the scent of meat sizzling in the pan, and Sukuna's critical gaze fixed on her as if he were searching for flaws.

"Hana? Are you okay? You're trembling," Angel's voice cut through the fog, concern etching her features as she stepped closer, her hands gently resting on Hana's shoulders, grounding her.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Hana pulled herself back to the present, meeting Angel's eyes with a combination of gratitude and guilt. "I... I'm sorry, I just didn't expect roast beef... not that anything is wrong..." Her voice faltered, laced with hesitation.

"Is something the matter?" Angel asked gently, spotting the conflict swirling within her niece.

Hana's gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet Angel's worried eyes. "I... I don't enjoy cooking like I used to..." She felt her heart ache with the admission, memories flooding her thoughts uninvited.

Angel's eyes widened, shock evident on her face. "Really?..."

With a slow nod, Hana continued, "Sukuna would forced me to make meals for him, it's been different. Every time I made a small mistake or the food wasn't perfect, he would punish me..." The words spilled out, heavy with the weight of bitterness and sorrow.

Hearing this ignited a deep sense of anger within Angel, her protective instincts flaring at the thought of her niece enduring such pain. "It's alright, you don't have to help me cook. I'll handle the roast beef, and you can keep cleaning," she suggested, trying to shield Hana from the pressure.

But Hana shook her head, determination flickering in her eyes. "No, I insist. After everything I've put you through, I need to help. It's the least I can do, Auntie."

Before Angel could protest further, her phone rang from the living room where it was charging, startling them both. "Hold on a second!" Angel called, turning to retrieve her phone while Hana began taking out the raw ribeye roast from the fridge, her expression timid as she desperately tried to focus on the task at hand.

Hana's heart raced at the sight of the bloody, unseasoned meat—a stark reminder of happier times that had been tarnished by trauma. Cooking had once been a passion, a canvas for creativity where she danced with spices, experimented with flavors, and crafted dishes that brought joy. She could picture the moments when the kitchen would be filled with the scent of herbs and laughter, the two of them chatting animatedly as they cooked side by side.

But now, that fondness felt buried under layers of dread and anxiety. As she placed the raw roast on the countertop, she forced herself to breathe, trying to shake off the weight of the past. She began to gather the herbs and seasonings and made a mental note to infuse the roast with rich flavors, hoping to reclaim a piece of what she used to love.

She mixed the herbs into a fragrant paste, feeling slightly more grounded as the familiar scents filled the air. Taking a deep breath, she brought the small bowl back to the counter next to the roast and started to rub the herb mixture all over the meat, letting the rhythmic motion provide a semblance of normalcy.

But suddenly, as she tilted the bowl to scoop the last bit of the mixture, it slipped from her fingers along her other hand to accidentally pushed the roast, crashing to the floor and spilling everywhere. Alarm bells rang in her mind, her heart lurching with panic as she knelt down hastily, a towel in her shaky hands.

In that instant, the stranglehold of fear tightened around her chest, her breathing quickening as the memory replayed—a stomach-churning mix of humiliation and pain. Shadows enveloped her, pulling her back into that suffocating space where each mistake felt like a death sentence.

As she scrambled to clean up the mess, her hands trembled with anxiety, and her thoughts spiraled into chaos, leaving her teetering on the edge of overwhelming panic.

However, she began to panic, her breathing quickening, and her mind going blank as this specific accident triggered the traumatic memory.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Hana's eyes widened at the booming voice echoing through the kitchen. She looked up to find herself no longer in her aunt's kitchen but in the very large island kitchen she had sworn she never wanted to see again.

Panic swelled within her as she surveyed her surroundings, this kitchen a chilling replica of her nightmare. She stepped back, her heart pounding against her ribs. The towering black stove loomed behind her, a menacing presence. In the reflection, she saw herself not in her usual oversized clothes, but in a revealing outfit – a square-neck top and high-waisted shorts, exposing far too much of her skin. Horror washed over her as she instinctively covered herself.

She heard heavy footsteps approaching and the familiar, terrifying voice.

"Hey! You clumsy bitch! Do you have any idea how much that ribeye roast cost?!"

She turned to face him, her eyes widening in fear.

"I-I'm so sorry, it was an accident! I... I was coating the roast, and... and it slipped... from my hands," she stammered, her breath catching in her throat.

"Shut the hell up! Excuses, excuses..." He circled the mess, his face contorted in disgust.

Hana retreated further into the corner of the kitchen, trembling.

"And you wasted the good fresh herbs too! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He turned, his eyes blazing with anger. "Now what am I supposed to eat tonight? You know I expect a hot meal after tonight since I'm gonna be busy as hell." He advanced towards her.

"S-Sukuna! Please! I'll make you something... something even better!"

"Excuse me?" Sukuna sneered. "Did you actually think you could whip up something better than a ribeye roast?"

Hana trembled, speechless, struggling to maintain her composure.

"Come here." Sukuna gestured impatiently.

Fear paralyzed her. She turned away, pulling her clothes tighter around her. She knew what was coming.

His tone dropped to a lethal whisper. "Do not make me come over. You don't want that." He took a step closer, causing her to flinch. "And stop covering yourself! I specifically told you that I want to see your body every day when I'm around."

Hesitantly, she obeyed, eventually uncovered herself and took small steps forward. However, he instantly grabbed her arms roughly and pulled her towards him, causing her to yelp in pain.

"Lift your pretty face. Look at me." he commanded.

She gulped before raising her head to meet his blank, unreadable expression. His eyes were cold and unfeeling.

She could feel her heart rate increase. Suddenly, her face was turned sharply, her cheeks throbbing in pain as she realized she had been slapped. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a small sob.

"Shut up with the damn crying. You brought this on yourself." Sukuna's voice was harsh and unforgiving.

"I-It was...an accident...I am so sorry..." she stammered, holding back her sobs, her lips trembling. She tried her best to look back at him, despite the pain in her cheeks.

Sukuna gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on her hand. "You are really annoying, you know that? I think I need to fix that with more discipline."

Hana's eyes widened, and she shook her head fiercely. "No, no, no! Please, I don't want that. " Trying not to cry was difficult. "P-Please, I-I...w-will do anything...just don't hurt me..."she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sukuna showed no pity, his expression remaining cold and unyielding.

As he surveyed her, his gaze traveled slowly from top to bottom. Each detail registered in his mind, amplifying the tension in the air. He scrutinized her outfit, ensuring it met his exacting standards—one that left little to the imagination and allowed him to appreciate her curves, her figure, her behind, her slender legs, her ample breasts, and every aspect of her form as she moved and bends around his mansion. Seeing her in this much distress, her eyes wide with fear, her body trembling slightly, and the revealing outfit she is wearing was perfectly tailored to his desires, inserting his dominance, igniting a different kind of hunger altogether, one that eclipsed his earlier cravings. A cruel smile touched his lips, revealing a predatory glint in his eyes.

"You know, Hana," he said with a sly smirk, "there's a way you could make it up to me. In fact, you might even be able to whip something up that's better than a ribeye roast." His tone was laced with mockery, emphasizing the power he held. He traced her hip with his slender finger.

Hana's sobs began to quiet as she grasped the implication behind his words.

As she prepared to flee, Sukuna roughly tossed her onto the countertop, a scream from Hana as he positioned himself between her exposed legs. "No! Not this! Not again!" she cried, struggling to push him off, but to no avail.

"Quit moving, we've done this before. C'mon, I know your body absolutely loves it." Sukuna sm enjoying the sight of her desperate state.

"No! I don't want this... P-Please! Sukuna, please!" Hana closed her eyes, turned her head away as she felt him pressing himself against her core, grinding his hips against her in a deliberate motion. She gasped, her mouth hanging open. He began roaming his large hands over her exposed stomach, then to her chest, groping her beneath her clothes as he leaned his face close to hers, licking her streaming tears.

"Fuck. The more you keep this up, the harder I get." However, as he was lost in the moment, he felt something hard strike his face, causing him to grunt and clutch his face as he stumbled off her. Hana had seized the opportunity, grabbing the large pot of rice that had been sitting above her head and hurling it at him. She immediately rolled off the countertop and sprinted toward the door.

She nearly made it to the front entrance when she suddenly stumbled, falling to the ground and twisting her ankle. She screamed in pain, trying to crawl forward as she saw the door just a few feet away. But before she could reach it, she felt a heavy weight descend upon her back, pinning her to the floor.

"You damn bitch." Hana felt Sukuna kneeling on her back, then he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. She saw a terrifying, animalistic fury in his eyes, a single bead of blood trickling down his forehead.

"That was the big mistake you did, my dear." He hissed, his grip on her hair tightening.

"Let go of me! I-I hate you disgusting devil!" she sobbed, her vision blurring with tears. But he slammed his forehead against hers, the impact jarring. She was disoriented, her head spinning.

"You know I was going to go easy on you, but it seems I don't have to. And I'm glad." He chuckled darkly. The air crackled with a chilling intensity. He roughly shoved her onto the cold, hard floor, the impact jarring her skull. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. A nauseating wave of dizziness washed over her, blurring the edges of her vision.

She gasped for breath, the air catching in her throat, large stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't worry, at least one of us will enjoy this," he said darkly.

She couldn't comprehend his words, her mind reeling. She whimpers brokenly.

Hana felt a searing pain as her shorts were ripped from her body, the rough fabric tearing against her skin. A scream ripped from her throat, raw and full of terror.

"Imagine... imagine... yourself at a peaceful lake, surrounded by glistening water and noisy geese. The wind whispers through the grass, so soft and comforting..." she began, her voice trembling.

However Sukuna let out laugh. "Damn you're that pathetic huh?" It was a cruel mockery of peace, a twisted attempt to normalize the unspeakable horror he inflicted.

Her idyllic imagery was shattered by the sharp, metallic clink of a belt buckle releasing.

"I might be late for a meeting," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain. "I'll just let them know I had... unforeseen circumstances." His words were casual, callous, as if her violation was a mere inconvenience.

She blamed herself for dropping the roast.

She gasped as he roughly cupped her breast, his touch a searing pain. He pressed his face against her neck, biting down hard.

"I won't waste time foreplay," he growled.

With that, he inserted himself into her behind, ignoring her gasp of pain and the way her body stiffened against him. A loud groan escaped his lips as he began the penetration without any hesitation, any kindness, any regard for her consent or her well-being. He moved with a brutish force, his movements jarring and aggressive, a stark contrast to the tenderness from Megumi.

She cried out, her body wracked with pain, a pain she never knew could exist. The lack of gentleness, the utter disregard for her, made it all the worse.

"STOP! STOP!! STOP!!!" The words escaped Hana's lips in a ragged whisper, barely audible above the turmoil within her.

She collapsed onto the floor, curling into a fetal position. Sobbing wracked her body, a physical manifestation of the emotional anguish that consumed her.

Suddenly, a flurry of movement. Her aunt, rushed into the room. "Hana! What happened?"

Hana's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused, her mind still reeling from the horrific experience. With a jolt of recognition, she realized it had been a flashback. She was not with Sukuna; she was in her aunt's kitchen, the remnants of her earlier distress scattered around her. The oversized sweater and leggings she wore offered a stark contrast to the revealing clothing she had seen herself in during the flashback, a stark reminder of her vulnerability. The memory, however, remained vividly present, a searing brand upon her soul.

She staggered towards Angel, seeking refuge in her aunt's comforting embrace. "Angel," she gasped, "I... I experienced a flashback..."

"Hana, breathe," Angel soothed, holding her close. "What happened?"

The sound of her newborn daughter's cries pierced the air, a stark contrast to the silence that had followed the terrifying flashback. The infant's cries served as a poignant reminder of the life she now cherished, a life that had been threatened by the horrors of the past.

"Sukuna... I was in a kitchen... I dropped the roast... and the memory... it all came flooding back..." she explained, her voice trembling. "He... he struck me... he... he assaulted me..." The words caught in her throat, the full extent of her trauma too painful to articulate.

Angel's own eyes welled up with tears as she held Hana close, the weight of her niece's suffering heavy upon her.

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Weeping and breathing heavily, Hana lay on her bed, sniffling softly as Angel sat behind her, gently rubbing her back. "There, there," Angel murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "It's okay, Hana. It's over now."

Back in the kitchen, after Hana's PTSD episode, Angel had taken her niece to her bedroom before tending to the crying Tsumiki. She gently rocked the infant, singing softly to calm her down, eventually lulling her to sleep before setting her back in her crib.

"Is Tsumiki okay?" Hana asked, her voice trembling.

Angel rubbed her back. "Yes, she's calmed down. She's sleeping soundly in her crib. I made sure she was comfortable and safe."

Hana continued to weep. "She must be so scared of me right now. I was so loud..."

"Hana," Angel said gently, "you had a PTSD reaction. You didn't have any control over it when the flashback occurred and you screamed. It's understandable. It's a normal, though difficult, part of the healing process."

"But... but... my screams were horrific," Hana confessed, turning to face her aunt, her face streaked with tears. "The memories... the torments I endured with Sukuna... I'm afraid I won't be able to control it. I'm afraid it will happen again..."

"Hana," Angel said, her voice filled with concern, "what you experienced was traumatic. These flashbacks are a symptom of that trauma. It's important to understand that they don't—"

"But what if I was holding her and I had another flashback? What if I... I hurt her?" Hana's voice broke, fear clouding her eyes.

Angel's heart ached at the sight of her niece's despair, her eyes filled with a profound sadness. "Hana," she began carefully, "I know you're scared, and that's understandable. But these flashbacks, while terrifying, are not your fault. And they don't mean you're a bad mother."

"But what if I can't control it?" Hana insisted, her voice rising with anxiety. "What if—-?"

Angel gently placed a hand on Hana's shoulder. "Hana, I understand your fear. But there are ways to cope with these flashbacks, to manage them. I've been thinking... perhaps it would be helpful to talk to a therapist. Someone who specializes in trauma."

Hana stiffened, pulling away slightly. "Therapy?" she whispered, the word sounding foreign and frightening. "I... I haven't been to one since I was little... but even then, it was different..." Hana paused, lost in thought. She recalled visiting a child therapist after enduring the trauma of her mother's abuse and her father's subsequent death.

Those experiences, while deeply painful, felt different somehow. "What I went through with Sukuna... it was... more traumatizing than my mother's torment. I... I don't know if a therapist could help."

"I know it might seem daunting," Angel said softly, "but I believe it's crucial for you to consider therapy, especially given the sudden onset of these trigger flashbacks. You need professional guidance to navigate this trauma and develop healthy coping mechanisms. Remember how much you benefited from therapy in your childhood? I'm sure it can help you heal from this as well." She offered a gentle smile.

Hana remained silent, her eyes fixed on her window. The idea of reliving the horrors of her past with Sukuna was terrifying, but Angel's words resonated with her. She remembered the relief she had felt during her childhood therapy, the gradual sense of healing and the growing sense of control over her emotions. She needed help, she needed to learn how to cope with the trauma that continued to haunt her. Perhaps, just perhaps, therapy could offer her a path to recovery, not just for herself but for her daughter as well. The thought of Tsumiki, of protecting her from the potential impact of her own trauma, gave Hana a renewed sense of purpose.

"Yeah. I think you are right. I will schedule to meet a therapist soon." Hana sniffled as she sat up on her bed, wiping her face with a tissue. "I don't know how long it will take, but... I need to get this through. I can't let Sukuna be the main reason for my breakdown."

"There you go, Hana. I'm proud." Angel said, her voice filled with warmth. "You don't worry about Tsumiki. I'm going to take care of her while you are in your sessions."

"You sure?" Hana asked, her voice small and hesitant. "I don't want to burden you."

"Yes! Besides, while you were gone these years, I yelled at my supervisor to let me work from home so I can have time to find you and don't have to go to work. So taking care of Tsumiki is much better than hiring some random, strange, and lonely lady to do that for you," Angel said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Hana smiled, a genuine expression finally breaking through the gloom. "Thank you, Auntie."

Angel gave her a comforting hug, holding her close. "You're strong, Hana. Stronger than you think. You've been through hell and back, and you've survived. You're an inspiration."

Hana looked down, a shadow passing over her face. Angel noticed immediately. "Is something the matter?"

Hana looked at her aunt, her eyes filled with a chilling intensity. "I'm hoping he's facing real charges. He's not in trial yet as they're still gathering evidence to fully know what charges he committed. Angel, you wouldn't believe what he has done and his cruelties. As a Yakuza and drug lord... not even life in prison will be the right punishment... I... I feel awful for even thinking this, especially given our beliefs... but I am hoping he gains the death penalty once the charges have been settled. This world doesn't deserve someone like him."

Angel winced, the gravity of Hana's words hitting her hard. "I do too, don't favor the idea, however, as the disgrace Sukuna was... a monster. A stain on humanity." She let out a small sigh. "Especially how he... made you his own personal slave. Very unforgivable. However, Hana... don't you think you should come forward with the detectives—"

"I don't know if even my story will push his sentence to the penalty. Even if I was the one who exposed him to the police anonymously... I don't want to have the whole world to know about my experiences and..." Hana closed her eyes, the memories flooding back, vivid and painful. "And make the whole Japan think Megumi was also one of Sukuna's gang even though he had no part... Angel, believe me, Megumi only involved himself with the drug exchanges. Not the gruesome side of Sukuna's operations."

"How do you know? Your story could be the positive impact for his sentence—"

"There are other reasons I want to stay silent, but I'm too ashamed to say even in front of you..." Hana said, her voice trailing off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

"Alright." Angel said softly, understanding the unspoken pain. "Do you know where is Megumi? Or if he's..."

"Angel, please don't finish that. I don't want to think of it." Hana said, her voice trembling.

"Do you think he's out there?" Angel asked gently.

Hana sighed, a deep, weary sigh that seemed to drain all the remaining energy from her. "Auntie. I have faith in the truth of what happened. I need to find him, to confront him, to understand. I need a closure, at least."

Angel nodded, her heart aching for her niece. "Yeah. He better show up, otherwise, he's gonna pay child support." She said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Hana chuckled weakly, a small, watery sound. "You know it requires evidence if Tsumiki is Megumi's, Angel."

Angel's smile faded. "Do you believe Tsumiki..." she hesitated, the question hanging heavy in the air, "is Sukuna's? He was your... your abuser..."

Hana flinched, turning her head away. "It's hard to know when I actually got pregnant. Megumi and I... we... we were intimate around the same time he... he left. It was also around the time when I tried to find him by asking Sukuna...then he... he made me his prisoner. I lost track of time. He forced me to take unprescribed birth controls, made sure I couldn't get pregnant. Didnt that helped?"

"Every day... every single day... it was the same," Hana whispered, her voice barely a breath, each word a fresh wound. "The constant fear, the... the violation. He... he'd come home from his... his Yakuza business, this... this... this... this dark, terrifying world he inhabited. And the demands would start. Food on the table at precisely the right time. Not too early, or else it'd be cold by the time he came home, but also not too late, or else he'd go hungry. That was when he would get angry." She took several breathes before continuing.

Angel widen her eyes.

"And the house... spotless. Impeccably clean. Every surface gleaming. I became his personal maid, his... his... his sex slave. He ruined cooking for me. The joy of creating something delicious, of sharing a meal... it was all... all... all tainted. If the food wasn't perfect, if the rice was a shade too pale, if the steak wasn't cooked to his exacting specifications, he'd... he'd explode. He'd throw things, scream, rage. Cooking became a matter of life and death. One wrong seasoning, one slightly burnt piece of fish, and I'd be living in terror."

Angel reached out, her hand hovering over Hana's, but hesitated. She knew these words were difficult to speak, a torrent of pain and shame threatening to overwhelm her.

"Was the ribeye roast incident..." Angel began, her voice soft, cautious.

Hana nodded, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. "It was an accident and he took his hunger on me. Overall, I will sometimes blame myself for not perfecting his meals. I will get so scared. I always made sure I didn't miss any spots cleaning...he was horrible..."

"Hana please—"

"He made me feel so insecure of my own body. Everyday, he'd pick out these ridiculous clothes that barely covered anything. Just admire it..he has some strange obsession to my body. He'd also parade me in front of his... his... his friends, like some... some... some prized possession. He'd humiliate me, degrade me, made me feel like nothing more than a... a... a plaything, a vessel for his... his... his desires. He would leer at me, comment on my body in front of his gang, reducing me to nothing more than an object for their amusement. I felt... I felt utterly dehumanized."

"Hana... did Sukuna let them..." Angel began, her voice filled with dread, the image of Hana being subjected to the leering eyes and crude comments of Sukuna's associates almost unbearable.

Hana shook her head. "Thankfully, Sukuna wasn't about sharing. He liked to show off. He wanted everyone to know he had this... this helpless and hopelessness girl who could cook, clean, and basically do whatever he wanted. Get him a beer, feed him, sexually entertain him....you know the drill. I had no say in anything. He'd just take and take and take."

Angel's heart ached. She knew Hana didn't want to relive these horrors, but she also knew that bottling them up would only hurt her in the long run.

"I tried to fight back," Hana whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "But it only made things worse. He'd beat me, his rage a monstrous wave crashing over me. He'd scream obscenities, his voice a venomous snake spitting. Forced himself inside me, never caring that I was a shattered vase, my body a fragile thing. He'd ignore my whimpers, my pleas for him to stop, my body convulsing in pain. Afterwards, I felt hollowed out, a shell of myself. Disgustingly dirty, like I'd rolled in the mud. Bruises bloomed across my skin, a horrifying testament to his violence. Blood stained the sheets. And the... the glibs... the slicks....the physical reminders of what he did to me...the ache deep inside, a constant, agonizing reminder of his violation..."

Hana's voice trembled, tears finally spilling over. "He'd tell me to clean up the mess, to wash the blood from the sheets, to erase all evidence of his brutality. And then he'd leave. He'd demand I wear a... a... a garter belt every night, to dress for him, to be his plaything, even when I was broken." Hana shuddered, pulling her oversized sweater tighter around her, though it offered little comfort. Even in loose clothing, she felt exposed, every inch of her skin a roadmap of his abuse.

Angel pulled Hana close, her embrace a warm cocoon. "You don't have to pretend anymore, Hana," she whispered, her voice soft as a caress. "You don't have to hide."

"He... he forced me to take drugs," Hana confessed, her voice barely a murmur. "Things like... like those... those... those white powders, opiods, alkaloids, and more he brought back from his... his... his 'trades'. He'd slip them into my drinks or food, or force them down my throat." Hana suddenly remembers one specific drug. "He also gave me this type of...h..hallucinogens like...uhm...LSD..." the thought of that memory brought anger to her heart, clenching on other fists.

Angel's eyes widened in horror. "He used you as a drug mule?"

Hana nodded, tears streaming down her face. "However...what so awful about it...was that...it... it made everything numb. The pain, the fear... it all just... faded away. It helped me get through...I... I would sometimes sneak some when he wanted rough sex.... It was the only way to survive. But I felt so... so guilty. Like I was betraying Megumi. He... he hated those things. He always tried to keep me away from them."

Angel held Hana close, her heart breaking for her niece. She knew the road to recovery would be long and arduous.

"I hate him so much. Whether I liked it or not... whether I wanted it or not... he'd... he'd take what he wanted, whenever he wanted. I was his... his... his prisoner. A prisoner in a big mansion of his, a prisoner of his twisted desires."

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Angel watched Hana, her body trembling, her eyes filled with a deep, abiding sorrow. She knew that these were just the first of many painful confessions, that the scars of Sukuna's abuse ran deep, both physically and emotionally. The trauma had seeped into every corner of Hana's being, leaving her shattered and broken. But she also knew that Hana was strong. She had survived the unimaginable, and she would find a way to heal.

"I don't want to keep talking about that scumbag anymore," Hana said, her voice tight with suppressed anger.

Angel widened her eyes at her niece's comment. "Uhm, I never expected you to say that kind of word... not saying you shouldn't call him that; in fact, he's more than a scumbag."

"I'm sorry. I-I... guess being out in the big city kinda made me grow a bit..." Hana gave a small laugh, a genuine sound that was music to Angel's ears. It was a sign, a fragile bloom of recovery after the trauma she had endured.

"That's okay. All that matters is you are here." Angel hugged her niece, pulling her close. Hana returned the hug, burying her face in Angel's shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back, determined to be strong.

Angel remembered something. "Oh, Hana, I didn't want to tell you while you were having a flashback, but earlier, I was on a call with Nobara. She said she's also coming with Miwa, Momo, and Mai. They are going to meet her at one of the train station bus stops near the city center."

Hana widened her eyes, sitting up straight. "She is? Oh my... I... I..." She couldn't believe it. Her longtime best friend, Nobara, was willing to see her again after their last interaction had ended so disastrously.

"I thought she didn't want to see me again. After all, she tried to protect me when she disapproved of Megumi... we had a bad argument, and I told her that she was a bad friend for always being judgmental of everyone rather than taking the time to know them. I told her I didn't want to see her again, and she responded by saying I was a dumb, naive friend anyway." Hana felt a pang of guilt, remembering the hurtful words she had thrown at her friend.

"I know about the feud between you and Nobara. However, I know for a fact that she never meant any of those things," Angel said, rubbing Hana's back comfortingly.

"How do you know?" Hana asked. "I never told you."

"Did you know what she tried to do when she found out you ran away?" Angel asked.

Hana shook her head, intrigued.

"Well, there were two things. One, she tried to call multiple intelligence agencies to find you and..." Angel suppressed a laugh. "... take down Megumi... uhm, she made a specific note to make sure he gets brutally taken down in the most torturous beatings and to give her a call. She also tried to join their investigation with threats."

Hana burst out laughing. "That's Nobara alright."

"Yeah, and she also went around town to town and house to house, spreading the word about you being missing," Angel said. "She told me that she wished she had never said any of those awful things to you and that she would do anything to get you back."

Hana's laughter subsided, replaced by a wave of emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time, they were tears of joy and relief. "I... I miss her so much," she whispered, clutching at the comforter. "I miss our late-night talks, our crazy adventures, our inside jokes. Her loud comments, shopping and everything."

Angel smiled. "She misses you too, Hana. More than you can imagine."

Hana wiped away her tears and looked at her aunt with a newfound hope. "I can't wait to see her," she said, a determined glint in her eye. "I'm going to apologize to everyone properly and tell them how much I value our friendships."

Angel nodded. "I know you will. And I know that Nobara, Mai, Miwa and Momo will forgive you. They're all good friends, Hana. The truly exceptional ones."

Hana nodded and realized, "Did she and others know about Tsumiki?"

"N...no. I actually didn't. They only know about you arriving at the hospital and they assumed you went there due to injuries instead of giving birth. I thought you wanted to be the one to tell them." Angel says, her voice laced with concern.

"Honestly, I was kinda thinking of that, but at the same time... I'm worried they will think Megumi was responsible for Sukuna's actions. I don't want all the blame to fall on Megumi for putting me through this when I'm the one who didn't listen to him when he told me to go home many months ago..." Hana sighed, running a hand through her hair. "He tried to warn me about Sukuna, but I was too stubborn, too blinded by... by everything."

"Well, how are you going to explain to them why there's a random infant crying the upstairs room then?" Angel asked, a glint in her eyes.

"Ohhh, I guess I have to tell them... I hope they understand it's not Megumi's fault..." Hana nervously picked at the loose thread on her blanket. "Do you, Auntie, believe it is?"

"As much as I do not forgive him, no..." Angel confessed. "Besides, he was nowhere near as terrible as what Sukuna did."

"Yeah..." Hana murmured, staring intently at her hands. "Very opposite, he was so gentle, romantic, and he tried to make our lives easier... honestly, all that matters to me was him."

"You still love him?" Angel asked softly.

Hana nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Very much. Even after the promises he broke, became a full-time dealer, and his harsh words... he is still a good man. He never participated in what Sukuna is doing, only the highly illegal drug tradings which was the way to get by as he got paid more... he would make sure I felt happy and loved, try to get me everything, go on dates, and even protected me..."

"Maybe he was to you. I still feel indifferent about him. I remembered how rude and harsh he was to me when I confronted him when I found out about his background," Angel said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "He called me a 'hag'."

"You know how he was, a hot-head with a temper problem, always trying to act tough and intimidate anyone who got too close to us, and you were all over us, always trying to protect me, of course, looking him up was the last straw." Hana said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Also, you are getting old, Auntie." Hana giggled.

"Hana!" Angel playfully scolded, though a genuine smile tugged at her lips.

Hana laughed, the sound light and carefree. It was the first genuine laughter Angel had heard from her niece in a long time, and it filled her with a sense of relief and joy. Angel smiled, relieved to see a flicker of her old self returning to Hana's eyes. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but she also knew that Hana was strong. She had survived the unimaginable, and she would find a way to heal and move forward.

A/N:

THIS CHAPTER WAS HARD FOR ME TO WRITE....that was why it took me longer 😭 IM SORRY HANA...

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