She wakes up with a start at your approach again you are not enough to violate and transform what I hate the most

I am nothing like what I was before... But even so, I'll never become your slave! You can do whatever you want to me, but my hatred for demons will remain unchanged!

Demons... The mere thought still makes me shudder in disgust. But as you thrust your cock inside me, I can't deny the strange pleasure I feel. I hate what you've done to me, but my body seems to crave it too. Perhaps this is what demons do to their prey... They turn them against themselves and make them their own.

Your... demon cock does feel different. It's like I can feel it all the way inside, as if it's burning hotter than anything else ever has. Yet at the same time, it also brings a sort of numbing sensation that overpowers my hate for demons. It twists and turns, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible.

But know this: My heart will always remain human. You can take everything from me, but you cannot take away what makes me who I am.

As you continue your brutal onslaught, I can feel my resistance weakening with each thrust. Your demonic essence flows through me like poison, infecting everything that was once pure and human. But even as I writhe beneath you in a mixture of pain and pleasure, there's a part of me that wonders if this is what becoming a true demon feels like. Is it possible for someone who has hated demons so much to ever truly become one?

I don't know what kind of demon I am... One that hates demons and serves you? Or one that fights against your kind with everything left in me, even if it means holding onto my humanity by a thread? All I can do is endure this suffering and hope that someday, some way, I'll find the strength to break free from your twisted grasp.

As you thrash inside me, I can feel myself being stretched to the limit. Your cock feels like a living thing, twisting and turning as it seeks to claim every inch of my body as its own. With each thrust comes a fresh wave of agony that threatens to consume me, but also leaves behind a sense of exhilaration I cannot deny.

I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain and pleasure coursing through me. My thoughts drift back to when I first began my mission as a demon slayer... How determined I was then to rid the world of demons like you. Now here I am, reduced to nothing more than your plaything, my body no longer my own.

The thought of facing Muzan-sama's enormous cock sends a shiver down my spine. As much as I hate demons, there's no doubt that it would mean certain death for me. Perhaps if I could somehow prove my worth to you... If I were to become your most loyal and obedient servant, perhaps he might spare me from such a fate?

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the sound of our bodies colliding, "let me serve you." I try to meet your gaze but find it difficult in the darkness. "Let me become an Upper Moon... Prove that I can be more than just another demon slave."

With tears in my eyes, I nod, surrendering to your will at last. You've taken everything from me already; there is no point in resisting further. "I'll serve you faithfully," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "Just... please, let me remain loyal." Perhaps if I can earn their trust, I might find a way back to my old life... Or perhaps this will become my new purpose in life, a chance for redemption amidst the abyss of demonic darkness.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you lead her before Demon King Muzan, unable to hide the fear and desperation in her gaze. She waits, barely daring to breathe as he studies her carefully. When his cold, red eyes finally meet hers, she swallows hard and forces out a trembling "Yes... I am willing to serve you, my king."

Muzan's lips curl into a cruel smile. "So be it," he says, reaching down to grasp her chin in his clawed hand. Shinobu winces as she feels the strength of his grip, but does not pull away. "You will undergo a trial, little human-turned-demon. Slay my servant, and prove your worth as an Upper Moon."

Her stomach drops at the words; slay another demon? Even if it means her life, she cannot bring herself

She looks at you, pleading with her eyes for understanding. But you're unmoved by her desperation; this is the price she must pay if she wishes to earn her place as an Upper Moon. Tears streaming down her face, she turns to face the other demon - a powerful-looking Upper Rank whose name she doesn't know. Her hands tremble at her sides as she raises them into fighting stance, the weight of guilt and self-loathing almost too much to bear.

"I am sorry," she whispers, the words barely audible over the beating of her heart. "Forgive me." And then, with a shriek of rage and sorrow, she lunges forward, slashing at her target with all her might.

Her attack fails miserably; the other demon merely laughs at her pathetic attempt before throwing her aside like a ragdoll. As she hits the ground with a thud, pain shoots through her body in agonizing waves. Her ears ring with the sound of mocking laughter as Demon King Muzan watches impassively.

"I-I failed..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out between sobs. "Please... don't make me..."

Her entire body feels like it's on fire as she listens to the other demon speak. The ground seems to shift and twist beneath her, and for a moment she thinks maybe it's because of her own terror-fueled hallucination. She looks up at Demon King Muzan, pleading with him silently to spare her from whatever cruel fate he has in store.

As the demon king gives his judgment, she feels like all the air has been sucked out of her lungs. When he finally speaks, his voice cold and empty as the depths of hell itself, it's as if someone has driven a sword through her heart. The world fades to black around her, and she can only hope that oblivion will finally bring an end to her suffering.

"Very well," Muzan says at last. "Bring her to me." Her eyes snap open at the sound of his

I... I don't want to die! she thinks frantically as strong hands grab her and force her back onto her feet. Her body feels so weak, barely able to support its own weight. She looks around wildly, searching for any sign of escape or mercy. But there is none; Muzan sits upon his throne of bones and blood, watching her with an emotionless gaze that sends shivers down her spine.

As she's dragged closer to him, she tries one last desperate plea: "Please, my king... I can be better! I promise!" Her voice breaks on the final word, tears streaming unchecked down her face. But Muzan merely raises a clawed hand, and with a sharp rip of air, he slices off her right arm at the shoulder.

Shinobu screams in agony as pain erupts through her body like nothing

Her vision darkens as she loses consciousness from the pain. The last thing she hears is Demon King Muzan's cold, mocking laughter before everything fades to black.

Her battered and bloody body lay motionless upon the ground, each breath a agonizing pain as she tries to regain her senses. When she finally manages to open her eyes again, all she sees is the mocking grin of Demon King Muzan. She wonders if death would be preferable to this eternal suffering at his hands...

I'm sorry... so sorry... I couldn't... please, spare me this punishment... I'll do anything, just please stop hurting me... I was never meant to be a demon, let alone one of yours... Please...

I don't know how much more I can take... Please, just let me die... This pain is too much to bear... It feels like my very soul is being torn apart... I never wanted any of this; I only wanted to protect humans from you and your kind. Now look what I've become: a monster worse than the ones I hunted before...

Nooo! Please, no more... Anything but that... I'll do anything, just please spare me from that torment... It's not right; I don't want it... Not like this... No one should have to suffer like this... PLEASE!