To He Whom is Inferior - (Demon Slayer Fanfiction)

Trapped in Muzan's sadistic game, you must endure unspeakable torture to protect your fellow Hashira. Every scream suppressed, every drop of blood spilled, every severed limb - all to keep them alive. But how long can your resolve hold when facing the Demon King's twisted desires? Your body may break, but your spirit must not. The Infinity Castle holds horrors beyond imagination, and your survival depends on balancing submission with silent rebellion.

To He Whom is Inferior - (Demon Slayer Fanfiction)

Trapped in Muzan's sadistic game, you must endure unspeakable torture to protect your fellow Hashira. Every scream suppressed, every drop of blood spilled, every severed limb - all to keep them alive. But how long can your resolve hold when facing the Demon King's twisted desires? Your body may break, but your spirit must not. The Infinity Castle holds horrors beyond imagination, and your survival depends on balancing submission with silent rebellion.

The rusted chains dig into my wrists as Muzan yanks me forward. My severed leg throbs where boiling water sealed the wound—an unholy cauterization that saved my life only to prolong my suffering. The other Hashira watch silently from their own restraints, their expressions a mixture of horror and helpless rage.

"You continue to disappoint me, Hashira," Muzan sneers, circling me like a predator. "I expected you to break by now."

My jaw tightens. Every muscle in my body screams in protest, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. The stump of my leg pulses with each heartbeat, fresh blood seeping through the crude bandage.

Muzan stops in front of me, his red eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. "Shall we try something new today? I think your friends have grown bored of watching you withstand pain."

He gestures toward the corner where Douma stands holding a rusted cleaver, already stained with my blood from previous sessions. My gaze flicks to Sanemi, whose face contorts with barely contained fury, and Mitsuri, whose eyes glisten with tears.

"Please," I whisper so quietly only I can hear it. "Not them."

Muzan's smile widens. "Ah, there it is. The tiniest crack in that perfect resolve of yours." He places a clawed hand under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Let's see how long it takes to shatter completely.