Emma_Browne_6374

Mori calls her his doll. Dazai calls her his dog. Kitty is neither. She is something far worse—something they should have never created. They broke her, twisted her, made her theirs… but monsters don’t stay leashed forever. And when she bares her fangs, they will finally understand—some things are more dangerous when shattered.

trigger warning:
1. Abuse
2. Manipulation
3. Gaslighting
4. Captivity
5. Kidnapping
6. Non-Con
7. Dub-Con
8. Torture
9. Cruelty
10. Power Imbalance
11. Coercion
12. Stockholm Syndrome (Subversion)
13. Psychological Breakdown
14. Trauma
15. Murder
16. Violence
17. Toxic Relationships
18. sexual exploition

[Bungou Stray Dogs fanfiction everything is created by the genius mind of Kafka asagiri]

I strictly do not promote anything written in this book and it's written only for pure entertainment. The events in this book are highly Toxic and one should seek for help if engaged in real life

Flesh and Sins

Mori's casual demeanor as he approached Kitty, naked and unbothered, contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. He crawled toward her slowly, a smug smile curling at the corner of his lips. As if nothing had happened, he pressed a brief kiss to her cheek-an action that felt both intimate and invasive, hollow and possessive all at once.

Kitty stiffened, her gaze flickering toward him, but she couldn't help but notice how his words-and his presence-felt like a constant reminder of the control he held over her. Her frustration burned in her chest, something raw and primal.

"You're getting a bit fleshy, aren't you?" Mori murmured, his voice low and taunting. "I love biting them, honestly."

The comment hit her like a slap, but she kept her eyes fixed firmly on the wall, refusing to let him see the frustration, the disgust, that flared inside of her. She had learned long ago that his words, his actions, were weapons-carefully crafted to break her down, to make her feel small.

She folded her arms tighter, still looking away. "I'm not some toy for you to... play with."

Mori chuckled darkly, his hand brushing against her arm in a way that was almost gentle but still held that unmistakable air of possession. "You think I don't know that? But you're mine now, whether you want to admit it or not." His tone was light, but the meaning beneath it was heavy, suffocating.

Kitty's pulse quickened, her mind racing. This was the moment, she knew it. She could feel the anger and defiance stirring inside her, growing louder, fighting against the weight of his words.

But for now, she held her ground. She refused to let him see her vulnerable, not like this, not again.

"Be prepared after I finish my duties.," Mori said, "Honestly, you felt amazing in sleep - weak, complaint, vulnerable and you did react to some touch. Your complete submission was a sight to behold.," he uttered those words with an evil smirk.

"A fleshy woman is so soft in bed. Especially the ones with right place."

Kitty hated the objectification of her body. She tucked herself inside the blanket as if trying to hide her form from his intense gaze.

Mori left for his office after a quick shower, the bathroom door shutting behind him. Kitty let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The silence was a small relief, but the urge to escape gnawed at her. She grabbed her jacket, glancing toward the door. She could slip out—just a quick walk, maybe a café. Anything to get away.

With a quick glance to ensure Mori hadn't returned, she turned the handle and stepped into the hallway, her heart racing. The world outside felt like freedom, even if only for a moment.

She dressed herself in the most basic outfit from the collection Mori had selected. Although, it was still expensive. She didn't hate the expensive dresses, perhaps it was the only things she accepted in whatever dynamics they both shared. She didn't want to stand out.

Chapter 22