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Yandere!Illumi successfully breaks Reader

Top! Illumi (i think i forgot)

Bottom! Y/N 

Author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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You weren't sure how it happened but it did. He had broken you.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months in the small shack in the middle of the woods at the base of Kukuroo mountain - at least that's where you imagined you were - where you were held against your will by Illumi Zoldyck.

Your will to fight, or maybe really your will to live, had waned over time as you realized any struggle against your captor was pointless. You had tried to escape, many times even, only to be dragged back to your humble abode by your hair or thrown over his shoulder and slammed onto the small rickety bed in the corner, where he proceeded to have his way with you, as if affirming that you would always be his and his alone.

The soft, even whispers in which he addressed you juxtaposed awfully against the harshness of his gaze, always wide-eyed, and the rough yet controlled manner in which he handled you. He was impossibly strong despite his slender frame, and you learned this quickly after trying to blitz him the first time he cornered you in your own home, the very first time he set eyes on you and decided that he would from then on fully possess you.

Gradually, isolated from all those you knew and loved, removed from a sense of passing time, and with conflicting messages about love and want and need, you started to look forward to his visits. They were the only time you had the sustenance you needed - food, water, conversation, physical touch. The constant sounds of birds chirping in the morning and creatures of the forest howling at the movement were not enough to stimulate you fully, and the room was perpetually dark and shrouded in the clouds, save for a small lamp in the corner, filled with literature he deemed appropriate.

As you sat on the small bed, your only furniture, you curled your knees up to your chest, having long since lost run out of tears to cry, and waited for Illumi to return. You had ruminated many times before, in this very same position, on what misfortune had led you to this fate, what wrong deed you were paying in your early life or a past life, or what had even caught the eye of this psychopath in the first place. Now you were wondering what time he would come back. By the soft, reddish-brown rays of late streaming through the slats in the high window, it was likely evening, and he usually came back by then, at least to feed you. But it had been a couple days and you were starving, not for food and water, but for him. You missed him. You wanted to hear his voice as he stroked the skin of your face gently when you were beneath him, or held you in his arms just a little too tightly while recounting in excessively graphic detail a job he had just performed. There was nothing else you had in this world if not him.

Solace was the creak of the front door, and your, dare-you-say-it, lover walking into the room, wordless as he glided through the room and before you. He came bearing gifts, in a small plastic bag, and set it beside you on the bed.

"I was busy. I neglected to bring you your meals." He said it matter-of-factly, as if a day or two of fasting was inconsequential, not remorseful in the least.

You opened the plastic bag to reveal a still-steaming bowl of noodles in black bean sauce and a bottle of water at room-temperature. You ate hungrily, your eyes on Illumi the entire time, as he seemed to stare off into space. He did not reach out for you, you noticed, but you were still focused on filling your starving belly instead. He looked at you, lips pressed thin into a small line of displeasure.

"I think our time together has come to an end."

You dropped your bowl reflexively, and it crashed to the ground with a loud shatter, as you stared at him, a crazed and panicked look in your eye.

"W-what does that mean?"

He stood up in a fluid motion, and moved towards the door, not looking back at you.

"A few things changed in the past few days, and it appears that you will no longer fit into my long-term plans."

Now your heart started to pound into a frenzy, and you stood up, unable to handle the sudden change in your importance to him. All your life was him, all you knew was him. He was the only constant in your mundane, meaningless life. This couldn't be true.

"Please don't go...," you said, in a soft, breaking voice.

He stopped for a single moment, and then turned back to you, his expressionless visage not betraying the pleasure he heard at the desperation in your voice. He was listening, you still had a chance. You could still plead your case.

"Please! You can use me all you like, just don't leave me!"

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