Violent Motion

"…No! STOP!" Elska cries as she attempts to fight off this freak. The room is dark but the moonlight pursing them through the open wall-length window to the right illuminates their tethered waltz. She's on her back and is imprisoned by the weight between her thighs; her knees bending so she can create some kind of leverage but to no avail, "Please! Don't!"

He's finishing the final touches in his knot from the blindfold used to bind her wrists above her head.

'Not again...', is all she can conjure in thought.

He's dressed in an all-black uniform, the same one he's always in but is now only left with his pants unbuckled, hanging by sharp hips. His tall and toned torso shimmers when caught in the right position by the light; his facade eerily mimicking romance. She can't see his face, it's…blurred out? She's familiar with him though, it's slowly coming back to her.

He is her tormentor.

He's relentless. It never matters how hard she fights, she can only watch helplessly as he overpowers her and gathers up her wrists.

Translated feelings such as ,'Fuck him!!', spool like cogitations as his silhouette creeps to overshadow her.

"Now, now...", he whispers lowly but with cheer while securing her bound wrists to a hook that's been fixed into his wooden headboard., "Quit struggling Elska, you know you crave this as much as I do…"

She is always so beautiful to him.

He loves the hatred in her eyes, the nonverbal testimony of her absolute revulsion. He feels he finally has the ultimate challenge having never met with such resentment from a woman before. Not once. They usually throw themselves at him, that is until he throws them away.

The manner in which she thrashes her body around in an attempt to create slack on the hook, it's so cute. His little fighter; so strong and yet so weak.

"Elskaaaa...", he and warns her impatiently when she bucks up her abdomen and yanks at the hook, "You already know that you can't break out of this now that it's been reinforced."

What a headache that was. Perhaps she doesn't fully understand their little arrangement but he's unsure of how to make it any clearer.

If she leaves, they die.

Her futile attempts at escape not only anger him but they confuse him as well, 'Maybe that threat has lost its luster?' It hardly matters at this moment though, all he can contemplate on is the stinging rage from today's little episode, "Thought you were going to get away didn't you?" Its clear that Elska misjudged his brutality, "What gave you the impression that I would give a single fuck about anyone else but you?"

He's going to make sure she understands her punishment this time. How dare she release her pheromones like that in public? He gathers that she was trying to create confusion and chaos so she could slip away but seriously? 'Silly prize...', he is never going to let her go and now he has to heed her arousing call but also make her think twice about ever pulling that shit again. He will bend her to be his own. She will be his.

"Please…don't do this!", Elska begins to panic once feeling him adjusting his weight over her. He lowers his chest over her abdomen and intertwines his arms through her bent knees; raising up her shirt with those venomous fingers.

"...whyyyy?", she responds to his lips lightly kissing along the top edges where her olive-green shaded panties meet her skin, his tongue licking the perimeter of fabric. His right hand unravels from around her thigh and begins searching its way to her underwear, now rubbing her through them.

She can't see this man clearly but she knows and fucking hates him.

'Is this, déjà vu?'

For his repulsive desires alone, he's kept her in this room for months. He stole her from her lover and she doesn't even understand why. WHY? Why her? What did she do to deserve this? What reasoning could someone have to justify this cruelty?

"Please… let me go home! I just want to go home!", the pleas float on as she's closing her eyes to hide from feeling of him pulling at her panties. He's tugging hard, jostling her lower body until he stretches them out.

"Mmmm...", the lecherous voice grazes her sanity, "My favorite pussy..."

Immediately afterwards and more restlessly, he adjusts his grasp around the loosened material and finally tears it off from her body to fully expose her.

"So fucking beautiful.", his breath hitched by her magnetism.

He's inches away, she can feel his breath between her legs; the signal before the breach. His lips graze her labia as he plants gentle kisses along both open doors that display her core. She then feels a hard slap that leaves her stinging.

"Still going on about that? Have you learned nothing, Elska?", he smiles into her before diving in to caress her clitoris with his tongue all while gripping the raised hand print left on her ass. She lets out a surprised gasp initially but begrudgingly begins to silence herself. Her beautiful sounds become replaced by differently pitched breaths; resisting him the pleasure of audibly enjoying this.

He thinks not.

While continuing with his mouth attentively, he inserts two fingers.

She's immediately responding physically. He notices her becoming visibly wet; his girth growing while his ravenous eyes study her entrance. He loves watching his tactically curved digits move in and out of her as he stretches those wonderfully slippery walls.

He's supposed to be punishing her with more than just a few spankings but he finds himself becoming more absorbed in her disinclined satisfaction these days. He really just wants her to want him.

He'll make her want him.

His adoration for how she reluctantly melts for him though, its all so grand. How can he ignore the duality of his beauty and how her eyes always oppose her flesh. Her glares and curses send the blood directly to his groin in such a hasty fashion that he often times feels lightheaded as a result. He fucking loves it. The thoughts roaming his head and the restless beauty he has his mouth latched to encourage his movements to quicken, applying more force as he pistons his fingers within her. He spanks her a second time, the impact causing her to tense up as she finally cries out again, bringing him to brief satisfaction.

"There it is...", the triumph surfaces in his voice. He loves hearing her; it enables the egoist within him. He lifts his head to view her, purposefully wearing a frightful expression.

"You're staying right here…" he hovers a moment but soon dips back in, now inserting his tongue into her as he sprawls his left hand over her stomach to hold her in place against the bed. He repeatedly enters in and takes it out, swirling for what he's missed in between to taste the entirety of Elska. His right hand has now become busy with rotational and sideways effort on her clitoris, him switching from light and deep pressure in response to the sweet bucking of her hips. She's  moaning almost breathlessly; the sight diluting his rationale as he perceives her pleasure for himself. He shifts his eyes up to hers as he tags out his mouth for her swollen bud again, tonguing circles and every so often and using the width of the oral muscle to add heaviness to his lapping. He's now suckling it, switching between the use of his lips and the threatening presence of his teeth. Her spontaneous jerking presents itself, a welcoming sign that he's come to learn effortlessly.

"…right where I want you."

He grins into her as he then gathers up the tiniest bit of cursed energy into the tips of his right index and middle finger before transferring it through his arm and into his mouth. He glues his intensified gaze on her as he releases the energy from the tip of his tongue onto her now swollen and overly sensitive clit, sending the perfect amount of stimulation through her body.

If his pride could take tangible form they'd both be flattened by its density.

Her back arches, eclipsing his view of Elska's face with her half-covered breasts. He bites his lower lip and exhales wantonly while she dissolves in front of him, "That's right..."

She will be his.

  "Oh… Go-AHhhhHhhHD!!…", she screams as he directs the warmth through her, the sensation infusing with an orgasm that stole her voice as it sustained its course. It reverberates through her bones and nerve endings as she feels detached from her body almost as if she's floating through the air. Everything is weightless, warm, wonderful even; the bliss that overtakes her in that moment.

What gut wrenching ecstasy.

Elska can't even recall how to breathe as she heaves and wonders if her heart exploded in process of her climax. She's trying hard to recuperate as she quickly remembers where she is, who she's with and how disgusting it is that she just came for him. Hard. Sensation can be felt in her legs again even though they're a weak, quivering mess. The functionality returns to her arms as she becomes aware of their soreness from being kept above her head.

What an insanely crippling experience.

He gives her one more smack on the opposite ass cheek as if to express how proud he is of her. She didn't even cry this time! His good girl. That's a positive sign that they're headed in the right direction as far as he's concerned.

She fucking loathes this man though. She hates his voice, his touch, his entire existence. How does he do it? He's the devil, pure evil and she would know well enough by now. Why does she permit him to pull the most intimate moments from her? Why does her body react in a way that's almost as if it loves him? Wishes for him even? She just wants to go home, back to her life, back to her husband to be.

  '…home.'

She unfastens her eyes after returning from her out of body experience to gain a visual on her monstrous marauder. He's an appalling excuse for a human who cares not what he does to others, to her. All of the pain she's endured, all of the different forms of abuse and exploitation he's inflicted, it burns her as if its currently happening. She fucking hates him.

If her fury held temperature, he would surely boil upon her infliction.

'No!', she screams internally and turns away; his face is clearing up. She doesn't want to look at him however, she's had enough of this villain already. She fight the recoil of her neck when his face suddenly pixelates into place though, his features arranging in an eerily familiar way. Elska's heart then falls into her stomach as the blur focuses and gifts clarity.

Nothing makes sense and this is shown through her stalling thoughts, 'What is..? Why is he..?', until her voice is found to which verbalizes concern.

"…Sati?"

She holds her breath, perplexedly staring at Satoru and his satisfied, sinister glare as he stands. His mouth still glistening, he pulls her by the hips towards him as he adjusts the width of his kneeing stance. She feels her eyes widen as he places his right hand firmly around her throat, squeezing harder while settling into position.

'I can't breathe!'

"Saa-t..."

Gojo presses the tip of himself against her opening and with nothing more than a toothy, ominous grin as a warning, he thrusts his hips and greedily shoves himself completely inside of her in a single violent motion.

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Elska shoots up from laying down on her back; sweat covering her face, skin pale. She's trying to control her hyperventilating as she scans the room in sheer fear.

"That...wasn't real?", her hasty whispered question flutters unnoticed, even by herself while she ponders on how dream or not, that felt fucking weird, "Why does it feel like it is?"

She's glossing over the fragments of the nightmare that shook her into a panic. 'And why would I dream that about Sati?' She places her right hand over her heart as if it to reassure it that everything is okay. It's about to thump right out of her chest.

  "WAIT, THAT'S RIGHT!", she yells as the events from the park coming flooding back to her, compressed into mere seconds as it storms her mind, "SATI!!"

More comes back, "Naoya!!" , her body stiffens as she glances around the room again, gripping the sheets in a daze. She's recognizing that she's back in her room in the academy dorms.

'How did I get here?'

Elska quickly yanks the red sheets from over her legs to inspect for damage.

'Nothing?'

She's been cleaned up too. As her eyes trail down and meet her inner thighs though, she's instantly reminded of Naoya's touch and of what happened between the two of them.

"Zenin.", the name cemented into her memory now.

Her brow furrows, angled in anger but the fleeting sensation of his unique effect rushes through her core and outwards to her limbs. She exhales in a pleasured tremor as goose bumps appear on her arms and neck. The weak trance dissolves once logic knocks and requests an explanation.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?", she rhetorically questions under her breath.

The door swings open to an excited but worried Itadori.

"SHE'S AWAKE!!", he yells down the hall while hardly turning his head. Yuuji's face brightens once she smiles and runs to the bedside.

'CRAP!', she rushes to cover herself with the sheets again, hoping to retain any bit of modesty that she can at this point in her life.

"El, what happened out there? Who did you fight?", Itadori begins discharging questions faster than she can internalize them.

"Toji said he found you unconscious and surrounded by blood! He brought you here but then said he had to go see somebody but he'll be back soon!" His emotions are beginning to get the best of him, he really is such a caring and gentle boy.

"Are you feeling alright now? Better? Shoko came to heal you but you didn't have a single scratch!"

Elska nods with a weak but genuine smile, none of this fully computing while she fumbles for reality.

"Toji was really worried El, I didn't even know he could be that way, you know?", but that reminds him, "You were mumbling Gojo sensei's name in your sleep…" His eyes lower to the bed itself, his mouth self-sealed as he regrets not having thought harder about those words before speaking.

Sukuna laughs within as they're both privy the seemingly lost Oda as she drifts away into her mind, 'Ughhh why do I always say the wrong things!?' A few seconds pass which only lower him deeper into the quicksand of social awkwardness, an apology being the only thing he can think of that's fitting.

"El...hey, I'm sorry...I did'n...-"

Elska burst upward, erecting her position as her expression blooms with purpose, 'That's right!' She reaches over and clutches Itadori's shoulders as tears being to break past the dams in her soul.

"Itadori, they have him! They have Sati!!!!"

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'It's late, but maybe she's awake now…', Toji hopes this while he walks down the hall towards her door.

It's been six days since he found her in the park. She wasn't badly beaten but where she was laying was fenced in by this wild design drawn in blood, 'What fucking language was that? Is it a language at all?' Toji can only describe the symbols as hieroglyphics.

'She was pale and weak so its possible that the blood was hers...', he just couldn't find a wound to match the suggested catastrophe. There was a clear path of charred earth that outstretched before her, the angle indicating that it was made from her attack. The ground has become blackened in a trail that's roughly 9 ft wide, the trees caught in the crossfire now bear a shield of charcoal.

"Shit's wild...", he tells himself as soon as the smell from broiled sap reaches him to linger a strong burned sugary aroma. There were random areas of earth that were what he could only assume used to have been sand for there are jagged shards of opaque glass lying about.

'So this is the side of her I've only read about...', he exhales somewhat nervously, 'And this is only a fraction of what she's capable of.' A shiver conquers his entire back.

Toji's following the newly created path she made when his attention is caught by palm sized piece of dark blue cloth. Toji kneels down and scoops it up, pinching a corner with his index finger and thumb as he stands, raising it to his nose. He closes his eyes and inhales inquisitively.

'…Naoya.', this bit of information brewing annoyance.

He'd know that fruity ass cologne anywhere.

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Toji has now reached Elska's room at the Academy's dorm but is surprised to find it empty.

"As always, her door was fucking unlocked!"

He sharpens himself with the prospect that something could be awry, "Doll..."

After deciding to walk in and investigate, Toji faintly hears Elska's voice from down the hall and she sounds distressed.

'DID THEY TRY AGAIN!?', he quickens his pace as he brings himself farther down the hall, closer to the source room.

'Doors cracked...', Toji sneakily approaches with murder on his mind, 'No other voices yet but my gut tells me she's not alone...' Toes down first, his weight dissipates as if he's an apparition while he stealthily tracks the wall. Once a few feet away, Toji steels his fists and converts all of his anxieties into purpose, 'I'm coming doll...' With one eye peering through and only seeing the far corner, he gently pushes the door open some more.

"Jesus Christ...", Toji's head falls forward, his exhausted snicker tickling a little deeper than it should, 'She about gave me a heart attack!'

In the room, Toji now sees Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Nobura, and Shoko sitting around the large conference table. He then listens as a chair is pushed harshly against the tile floor followed by what sounds like hands slapping down against the table.

"…There's two of them and I've seen them both! Naoya Zenin and a Gat-…no Git-…" he hears Elska stumble.

'She must be at the other end of the table then.', Toji discerns this and pushes the door all the way open before leaning into the frame.

"Suguru Getou is the other one.", Toji makes himself known, arms now folded and eyes trained on Elska before taking in the atmosphere of the room.

'She's still in her pajamas...', a silk tank top and shorts set that's predominantly a rich, deep purple but the lace trim and accents are black. He never thought he'd prefer to see her draped under a comforter again but it's just too sexy and revealing for her to just be meeting everyone in here like that.

'Is Nanami staring behind his glasses?', Toji's now pissed himself off.

Elska turns her head towards Toji and tilts it as he finishes her sentence. She doesn't understand how he would know that so confidently but also doesn't find this a time to be splitting hairs. She has a many questions for him and will probably just add that to her list.

"Yeah…that's it.", she confirms out loud for everyone else in the room, trying not to share her suspicions. "We have to get Sati back! Who knows what they're doing to him?", her voice trails off in the end, becoming shaky and small.

"Don't you worry sweet thing, I am already three steps ahead of you.", Toji now fully enters the room and conversation as he approaches the table where there's an open space in between Nanami and Itadori. He continues, "We have a man on the inside that can harness the world connected by shadows. He can bring me and two others to Gojo's current location. It's not one we'll find on foot, Getou's too meticulous for that so my guy is our only way in."

Elska perks back up to this information. She was certainly going to be one of those two accompanying him and declares, "I'm going with you.", interrupting Toji.

"Like hell you are." Toji swiftly orients in her direction, "Naoya would yolk your ass up in a heartbeat and drag you before Gojo. What do you think he would happen next, doll?" Toji's tone is stern as the gravity of the insinuated is reinforced by his expression. He can't explain to any of them how he knows that for a fact, that it's because Naoya said it himself but that doesn't mean he won't try to at least mask some of his knowledge as viable judgment.

Irritated, she replies , "I can handle Naoya", Elska's pitch lowers, "I've faced him twice now and I'm fine." There's no way she's not going with him.

  'Sati…'

Toji grunts to her insistence. It would be so much easier if he could just tell her that Getou has plans to sell her to the Zenin clan and let Naoya fuck her brains out until she produces enough children to increase the odds of one harnessing their power. Even if she were successful in her duties after the first 4 or 5, he would likely continue to impregnate her until she could no longer produce, to build on his dynasty. His younger cousin has a nasty attitude towards women yet claims to love them.

'HAH!', Toji nearly belts out, 'That little shit doesn't know how to love.'

Besides, the Zenin clan would instill their own forms of torture though too, he's sure. Toji knows all too well just how fucking oppressive and vindictive the Zenin's can be.

Maybe he could share the second of Suguru's plans. Getou is better at hiding it but Toji's more than aware of the bastard's odd behavior. Getou may use Elska for himself. He comes from nothing, is a strong nobody but that would make perfect sense and be a crueler fate. It would be a loveless. It would be lonely. It would be brutal and it would be against her will.

"You're not fucking going Elska, it's too dangerous.", is all he retorts as he makes eye contact with Nanami as if to continue on with the rest of his plan.

Elska slams her hands on the desk again in anger, "Fuck you, Toji, I AM going."

The giant's emerald eyes flicker with sadness.

Megumi quietly interjects, "I don't think that's a very good idea..."

"Hear me out…", Elska composes herself after realizing how much that bothered Toji, regretting it instantly, "Send me through first."

  Toji is joined by Nanami's and Megumi's protests to the blatantly ridiculous lone statement.

  "Let her finish for God's sake!", Shoko chimes in with support from Nobara. They're always so supportive of Elska.

  "Thank you, Shoko and no I'm not done!", Elska's annoyance clear, "I can not only distract Naoya but if he brings me to Sati then you can come in behind and ambush him! We're not taking the on the enemy, right? We're just simply aiming to retrieve Sati?" A self-assured grin creeps across her lips while waiting for her genius to be recognized.

Nanami is adjusting his tie as he leans forward.

"That's far too simple…", the blonde manager briskly speaks, "But perhaps that's not a bad thing."  Nanami's always the first to become fed up with Gojo's bullshit but that's still his friend and he unknowingly told everyone else not to worry when they should have been.

'Damn it Satoru, how did this happen?', Kento's lacing his fingers together and places them on the table, "If thought out well, simple could be perfect."

"Precisely.", Elska's determined.

"…I guess it does make sense…and we won't be far behind either.", Itadori volunteers himself, 'El's plenty strong.' He's remained composed on the surface for everybody else's sake but he's was truly troubled by his sensei's mysterious disappearance, 'I knew he wouldn't leave El like that. Gojo-sensei loves her more than anyone.'

Yuuji was hoping that he was being paranoid but now that it turns out that Gojo actually is in trouble, he's resolved to go bring him back. Gojo wouldn't hesitate to do the same for him.

"Did no one fucking hear me?!" Toji's voice is ricocheting off of the walls. He swivels his head over towards Elska and glares down at her in an intimidating gesture.

'How do I make her understand?'

"Maybe you've forgotten exactly how strong I am Toji…", Elska's eyes are beginning to glow maroon as her voice drops down to a murderous low, "…I would be pleased to demonstrate for you if you have doubts...."

Challenging Toji right here and now is her only option unfortunately but she's definitely prepared to follow through if he doesn't fold. Elska knows something isn't right with Toji and has grown to care about him a lot over these past few crazy months. He's been the ship keeping her afloat in her sea of sorrow; albeit a flag-less, rotted and abandoned ship.

"I'm not this defenseless damsel you seem to think me to be…", she continues as she's trying to hint to only him that she knows something doesn't add up, "Nor am I dumb enough to become one.", that she suspects he's hiding things from them. Maybe she could threaten with exposure and not a skirmish, 'Could this be related to what his blood has been trying to tell me?'

  Toji's face is stone cold as she's so quick to threaten him over this, over fucking Gojo. He just hopes she doesn't feel too fucking stupid here soon when she finds out who Satoru really is.

'Ignorance is bliss…as they say.', but that doesn't help him as he wonders over if she would really be willing to fight him over going?

His brain informs him, 'Probably…', leading him to tense up and think, 'Man what the fuck? What am I supposed to do now?!' He doesn't like the way she said that to him, he picked up on some of the undertone and is weary of pushing this any further in front of everyone.

If Toji's alleged a traitor then they won't trust him, therefore won't help him and there goes Elska into the hands of Getou and Naoya.

'God damnit.', he worries this will land her right in their lap but what can he really say to them? He's just going to have to play this carefully, 'So fucking carefully.'

  "We're lucky to have you for this one El and like I said we won't be far behind, right Toji?", Itadori is now standing and beaming with confidence. His abrupt verbal intrusion cut through the tension in the room, something he's grateful for as he reads Megumi and Nobara who have differing takes.

'We'll be fine though...', Yuuji's witnessed both Toji and Elska fight before and he's able to hold his own as well; he's certain they'll make a good team for this.

"It's settled then!", Elska closes the voting polls down before Toji can deny her again. She's going to go save her Sati and no one will stand in her way.

'Sati...'

"Now who is this inside man?" Itadori is now stretching his arms above his head as he probes Toji further.

After a frustrated sigh Toji dejectedly responds, "His name is Choso and he's a high-level shaman." The giant shifts his weight from one leg to the other and unfolds his arms, "He's currently working as the enemy's healer amongst other things." but now turns to Itadori, "You my boy, are going to want to have a chat with him when this is all over with. I can promise that."

Toji's gaze leaves Itadori's puzzled face and returns to Elska.

"He'll open his shadow realm's portal tomorrow at midnight…", injured by the way her eyes finally soften for him with this sentence.

'Doll...'

Clearing his discomfort, Toji reluctantly asks, "Will you both be ready by then?" He's still not happy about this situation at all and everyone in the room is surely able to tell by his tone.

Itadori puffs out his chest, "I was born ready!"

"Of course.", Elska follows.

'Sati...'