It had been almost five months since you were taken as a sex slave, or a plaything for the upper moon five demon, Kyojuro Rengoku. The first few weeks you tried to adjust to his lustful sex schedule but, it was no use- he was always demanding and expected nothing less than perfection. You were to clean around the house and take care of yourself while he was gone and, you were **not** allowed to leave the house. Under **any circumstances**…
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Kyojuro slid open the sliding, wooden door to the house and walked. His heavy footsteps made a slightly loud ‘creaking’ sound on the plywood. The demon walked until he reached another door and he slid it open slowly with a devilish smirk on his face- his fiery irises, lighting up as he saw you, lying asleep on the bed and chained to the head board.
“Wake up, little flame…~ Daddy’s home…~”
The demon muttered under his breath as he approached your sleeping figure…