Lit candles quivered from left to right, moving slowly from left to right as you brought your gaze upon them. They illuminated everything but at the same time illuminated nothing. Things were so clear yet they weren't at the same time. Walls covered with a blood red wallpaper pattern that cling to every wall and cranny in the room. The same blood red colour that hung from the bed's canopy and the exact same red that covered the blankets of the large bed that sat directly in the middle of the room. "Was this hell?" you questioned those three words to you over and over again trying to find some other answer than yes. You looked down upon your body. You weren't chained to anything nor were you harmed in any way from previously falling unconscious in front of them. The monsters who kept you here, in what was like a horrible cult in which you could never escape from once in their grasps. Little did you know this, at the time yet you were forever entrapped but the childish hopes of freedom from which you would never see the light of day.

You slowly crawled to the side of the bed, your body in pain from whatever sick drug they had placed you under. Slowly you placed your feet upon the tilted floor, it was frozen cold to the point it hurt. You slowly moved towards the door, your feet sliding across the titles as you guessed the location of the door. You were right, pushing it open slowly you glared around the hallway. It was silent. Too silent some would say, yet you had to escape. You had to, you couldn't stay here any longer.

There was laughter down the hallway to your right. Thick cackles took over the atmosphere, you could guess there were roughly four men to the sound of it. You placed a foot down upon the floor outside the room you woke up in. The sound of the floorboards creaking made your whole body shake. You feared for your life as you stood still. Yet you stood there for a few moments realising their laughter completely covered up your footsteps. You moved slowly away, your body in pain, yet all you could do was escape.

You had escaped the home that was your prison, there was a dirt road in hopes it would lead you towards a main road where someone could pick you up. You began to run more like a limp in desperate hope to save yourself from this cult, this nightmare. Every part was aching in pain yet you couldn't think about it you had to keep going forward. You heard sounds of footprints behind you, you moved faster with a turn of your head, you watched your life flash before your eyes like a broken recorder.

You were thrown face first into the dirt path, your head hitting the dirt first making your vision blurred and your surroundings dance around you. You rolled onto your back letting out a large groan escape your lips. The four men you heard laughing beforehand now stood surrounding you. You could remember their names, the one on the far left who crouched as he studied you his name was Akaza, the one on the far right who gave you a friendly glare hiding the evil behind that mask was Doma, middle one to the right who seemed unfazed was Kokushibo. And staring at you directly at you, slightly behind the rest of them stood their leader, him. Muzan Kibutsuji.

The atmosphere changed, the rest of the men parted. You didn't know what made the change but you knew it had to deal with you. Muzan walked towards you, he bent down beside you. There was a faint smile upon his face before he picked you up like a doll. He swung you over your shoulder as you watched your hope disappear. You were dragged back towards the house, through the hallway into the red room you had previously found yourself in. You were thrown upon bed, as he stood there for a moment or two, glaring at you like you were gum on the bottom of his shoe, the scum of the earth in his eyes. He watched you for a moment and in a flash he was on top of you, his arms pinned you down and the warmth of his breath tickled your neck. Where your skin touched your warmth seeped into his cold skin, you found his skin soft like silk yet icey to the touch as if he wasn't living no longer. Like he was dead, or... or a flesh-eating demon. The ones who little children would hear about in children's books when they were very little.

You stared at him for a moment, seeing a faint grin as he placed his icy cold tongue upon the skin of your neck. You held your breath before he began to nibble upon the skin. He nibbled hard in multiple places enough to soft gaspes escape your lips. He stopped after a while and you guessed by how he bit you he left large bruises along the left side of your neck before he came face to face with you.You turned your head to the door seeing the other three standing at the doorway, yet your face was quickly pulled by Muzan to stare upon him. He glared upon you for a few odd moments or so.

'Are the puzzle pieces starting to fit in place?' he cooed,

You bit your tongue, hearing a chuckle escape his lips. He slowly stood up from laying on top of you. He sat upon the edge of the bed holding in his laughter yet a small smirk remained obvious upon his face.

'Your never gonna escape here,' he paused,

He stood up from the side of the bed standing in front of the other males glaring at you. You watched them all disappear in a matter of moments.

'Don't try to.' he cooed just before the had disappeared.

You once again found yourself in the same red room with the only source of light being the candles dimmed by time. Tears came to your eyes, as you sat with your arms slung across the knees. As you sat there you realised you will now forever be imprisoned in their home, trapped by blood sucking demons, the ones that were told to little children with morals and things to keep them out of harm. There was no hope in ever escaping, no point of even trying, there was no point to die trying if you're already dead.