AN: Thank you for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! I really appreciate it so please keep it coming! If you are interested I also wrote a KagomexMegumi fic that's entitled Shinigami Sheets. Please check it out! BB Megumi is my most favorite JJK character
WARNING: Mentions of sexual abuse. Sukuna is evil okay. We all know this. The story may get dark at times.
Word count: 331
The first time he actually looks at her, Sukuna is not impressed.
"Such a weak woman," he says, folding his arms in boredom as he watches Kagome lying unconscious on the ground after he has choked her. Sukuna cannot sense any cursed energy coming from her and he can only feel a faint trace of some foreign energy inside of her that is probably her life source clinging to his soul – the only thing keeping her alive even if he never intended to do so and decides there is nothing special about her.
She cannot possibly be his vessel. So why is his soul now suddenly linked to hers?
This thought immediately angers him.
"Oi," Sukuna kicks Kagome's still form harsher than necessary. "Wake up you stupid woman. You aren't dead."
Although it is rare, the King of Curses is aware that some humans who stumble upon one of his fingers can enter in his domain but they can never leave it. Her clothes are in tatters exposing much of her naked flesh to him as he glances over her body and he deems it as acceptable. He licks his lips in a predatory way and a wide sadistic smile begins to form on his face and in unison the lips on the sides of his cheeks erupts into a feral grin that looks too painful and uncomfortable to be happy.
Sukuna kneels next to her and long sharp claws take hold of her chin, roughly pulling her to face him as Kagome remains unconscious.
"Hmmm... Your features are acceptable for a human," Sukuna observes despite her being battered and bruised, allowing her this compliment even though he knows Kagome cannot hear it. It is a small form of his mercy before his large hand grabs hold and squeezes an ample breast, rolling her pink nipple between his clawed fingers as the friction from his touch causes her body to react as he reaches for her inner thighs and pries her legs open.