𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere!Shalnark kidnaps Reader

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Author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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For the third time this week, you were running late to a meeting.

Crap, crap, crap, I'm going to get fired today, I can just feel it! You lamented, as you did a half-speedwalk, half-run through the busy streets of Yorknew city, trying to make your way to your office building.

You'd only started working at the law firm as an intern for the past two weeks, at the very beginning of the summer, and you were tremendously thankful for the opportunity, but somehow your circadian rhythm was not. You had yet again slept through your five alarms, set only 2-3 minutes apart, and woken up with only twenty minutes to spare to look presentable and make it to work while grabbing coffee for your supervisor on the way there.

This isn't a good look, you thought, as you avoided cracks in the sidewalk, praying you didn't twist your ankle with one poorly positioned step in your kitten heels as you made it through the crowds.

Sweating mildly in the heat and hoping your white blouse was not ruined by sweat stains under your blazer, you finally reached the door of your office building, taking a minute to catch your breath before you opened it. You'd still get yelled at for not showing up with coffee in hand, but it was better than missing the first presentation.

Before you could step into the building, you heard a man yell in your direction.

"Hey, you dropped something!"

Normally, you would have ignored a random 'Hey' in the street, but you turned to find a man who looked to be in his early 20s or possibly younger jogging towards you with a wallet in hand. Your wallet.

"Oh!" You hadn't remembered when you dropped it, but with the bustle and hustle of the city and the throngs of people pushing past you, it might have fallen out of your handbag; you had just shoved it into a side pocket when you contemplated whether or not to stop by a Starwucks on the way.

"Thank you!" You said, with your hand outstretched to take it from him. "I really appreciate it," you added with a polite chuckle. You were in a hurry, so decided against making more polite conversation, hoping you weren't too short as you bowed quickly and ran into the building.

"Have a lovely day!" You offered.

Running up to the fourteenth floor where your office was located, you didn't dwell on the extraordinarily bright smile that stalled just a little too long on the stranger's face as you walked away.

While the day had been exhausting, you were satisfied with how productive you had been all day, contemplating this as you finally walked home leisurely, clutching your purse by your side. Pointing out a significant flaw in one of the cases' opening arguments had helped you wiggle out of a talking-to, and even though filling that gap kept you at work until late evening, you knew it would keep you in good-standing in case you were late again. You would try reallyhard not to be late again.

There were still quite a few people on the streets but the sun was beginning to set. You pulled out your phone to text your roommate that you were on your way home and could pick up takeout if needed but as you texted, you felt yourself brush past someone on the street, not having looked where you were going.

"Sorry!" You called out, looking up, but then you realized it was the same man you'd seen this morning. The one with the short, blonde hair, green eyes that held a twinkle and a friendly, but disconcerting smile. The one who had returned your wallet.

"Ah, so we meet again," he said, in a cheerful voice.

Before you could apologize for being so curt earlier this morning and thank him again before going on your way, he pivoted around you. A blinding, sharp pain jolted from the back of your neck, and suddenly everything went black.

When you awoke with a gasp, you were back in your office, sitting at your desk and staring at a computer. Was it a bad dream? The sharp and throbbing pain on your neck suggested otherwise, and you rubbed your hand over the pain. Maybe a wicked mosquito had left its mark on you.

"Hey again!"

You turned in surprise to see the blonde-haired man watching you again from where he was sitting on a filing cabinet, fiddling with a cellular phone. Suddenly you were in a panic.

How did he get in here?

Then, looking around, you noticed that from the lack of typing or muted conversation in the office's semi-open layout, not a soul was around except for the stranger and you. In fact, the curtains were down, and it was clearly nighttime. How had you not noticed? Now that you thought about it, your head was feeling kind of fuzzy...

"I'm Shalnark, nice to meet you! You didn't tell me your name earlier."

Now that you could pay more attention to him, you noticed that while he had the soft features of a young boy, he was quite tall and decently muscular. Enough that he could overpower you if he needed to... if he hadn't already.

"I.. What's going on?" You said, in a whimper you didn't even recognize from yourself. The smile on his face had gone from friendly and reassuring to threatening as he stepped closer to you.

"You brushed me off earlier. I didn't really appreciate it, you know." He made a playful pout as he continued to advance.

Beads of cold sweat started to form on your forehead. This man is insane. Completely insane.

"Please... please stay back!" You tried to get out of your chair, feeling the need to put as much distance between yourself and the man who called himself Shalnark as much as possible, and then realized that while your hands were free, you were unable to get out of the chair. You looked down to find that you had been strapped in at the thighs.

How did you not realize? The fog in your head was worsening yet again.

Shalnark was now close enough that he rested his hands on your thighs bound to the chair. His smile unchanging, he leaned in, allowing himself a few moments to observe your face, taking note of your features.

He was going to hurt you, and he was going to enjoy it. You could tell. A person doing something this awful, with eyes that innocent, had to be a demon.

Your eyes began to swim with tears. It didn't even occur to you to swing or swipe at him given that your hands were free, knowing that if he had come this close, it was because he knew you couldn't effectively fight him off.

"Please let me go."

"It's a shame that you don't like me as much as I like you. It would be fun if you could at least remember what's about to happen between us."

"Please let me go. I will do anything you want," you wept.

He smiled one more time, and then that sharp pain in the back of your neck returned. The last thing you heard before you faded out chilled you to the core.

"No need to ask you to do what I want. I can make you do anything I please."