Sanzu Haruchiyo

You struggled, but soon stopped when you felt your wrists burn from the restraints.

— I brought your dinner, dear. — Haruchiyo says with a small smile, as she approaches with the plate in her hands.

— I don’t want dinner! — you screamed.

— Sounds great. — he says without caring about what you said. — Come on, open your mouth. — he brought the spoon closer to your mouth.

— No, I don't —

Haruchiyo took the opportunity and put the spoon inside her mouth.

— Very good. — he smiled, closing his eyes.