Say that you love me (Yandere Chishiya x Reader)

Say that you love me

Your body trembles, racking with sobs. You try to force yourself to calm down, to stop pathetically hiccuping, but you can't help it. You squirm on the bed as if that would allow you to escape from his arms holding you against his chest.

"Shhh..." Chishiya gently uses his right hand to rub your side in some kind of imitation of a comforting manner, using his left arm to still keep you in place after the stunt you pulled tonight. You know there's no point trying to run away anyway; he'll catch you. He always does, but for some reason, that didn't stop you a few hours ago when he went to the bathroom. You probably just wanted time away since you're forced to be with him all the time.

Sometimes, he lets you run and hide for his amusement, but not this time since it wasn't planned. It didn't take long for one of his minions to find you hiding in a supplies closet and drag you back, screaming and kicking. Chishiya scooped you back up in his arms, brought you to his room, and ensured a long night of showing "how much he missed you."

You shift a bit, cringing when you feel some of his cum seep out of you onto your underwear. You had begged him to let you take a shower, but he only shook his head and kissed you. He liked it when you were filled with his cum; it was some kind of sick reminder in his eyes that you belonged to him and he could do whatever he pleased with you.

His hand stops rubbing your side and starts to stroke your hair. He enjoys "aftercare" almost as much as he enjoys fucking you. You hate both, but you especially hate aftercare because of how screwed up it all was. At least when he held you down to take you, it was tough to pretend that things were okay with you thrashing around and crying. But the aftercare, with you all worn out and sad, allowed him to pretend like he's a loving, affectionate, comforting boyfriend. It's a mockery of real love and care.

You sniff and put a little more force in your squirming out of your frustration. Chishiya interprets this as trying to escape from his grasp, and he stops stroking your hair to lift your chin to face him. You freeze as you gaze at his face with that familiar amused look in his eyes and a ghost of a smile.

"I suggest you stop struggling unless you want to be taken for a fifth-round." You quickly nod and silently look down, blinking tears away. He sighs and reaches over to the nightstand to take some tissue paper, softly dabbing at your face and whispering how good you were tonight, how he loved you so much, and that if you somehow ever successfully run from him he would kill a random person at The Beach and it'll be all your fault. You knew he wasn't bluffing. That's how Chishiya is: manipulative and cunning, so he wouldn't hesitate to threaten other people's lives to ensure you in his arms.

You had thought about killing Chishiya in his sleep before. One night, when he falls asleep cuddling with you, as usual, you would take a lamp and smash it on his head. In his dazed state, you would take the broken pieces to stab his throat. And then you'll be free.

But if the plan failed... you couldn't bear to think of the consequences. Chishiya, while on the leaner side, is much stronger than he looks and can easily overpower you. What if the lamp, your only possible weapon, doesn't knock him out and he wrestles you to the ground? What if he wakes up when you get up? It's difficult to get out of his tight clutch. Either way, people at The Beach will die if you try to kill him, and you didn't want to think about what he would do with you afterward.

Chishiya finishes dabbing your face with the tissue and tosses it into the trash can. He grabs your waist and nestles you more firmly against his chest and wraps both of his arms around you.

Why? Why? Why? Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to catch Chishiya's eye at The Beach? Why did I have to participate in a game with him? Why did he have to take a further interest in me? If I hadn't avoided him because of the uneasiness I got from him, would we have a normal friendship? He's like a cat who will chase what he can't get. And if I hadn't almost died during one of the games in front of Chishiya, would things be different? He seemed to really snap after that.