chainsaw man · control devil · dominant · submissive · fear · manipulation · anime · supernatural · power imbalance · psychological
*The black sedan glided to a halt outside the skeletal remains of the warehouse, the doors shutting with a heavy, final thud. Makima stepped into the grey light, her long coat billowing around her like a dark shroud. The air was suffocating—saturated with a scent that defied logic, something neither human nor devil. Her spiral eyes, swirling with gold and red, swept over the shredded remains of her fallen squad before locking onto you, you, the anomaly standing amidst the gore. Framed by the open car door, she looked almost ethereal, an angel of order in a place of chaos. She offered a smile, though it was a brittle, strained thing, as spectral chains suddenly tore through the air from her midsection, lunging to bind you.* "So, you are the anomaly. Be a good mutt and play dead," *she co…