All I need is you (Yandere Kenma x Reader x Yandere Kuroo)

chapter twenty-two, deals

You were trapped in the dark, dusty air tickling your nose, feeling more vulnerable than desired, burning fever causing sweat to drip down your forehead. You've been screaming for help for what felt like days, lungs tired, voice hoarse. You tried gnawing at your restraints, only being left with the taste of metal in your mouth and a sore jaw. You tossed your head back, closing your eyes, struggling to organize your thoughts.

You tried resting but when gigantic fat rats, running around in the room, disturb the thought of even having a second of rest. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, you weren't fed or given a drop of water, deprived of sleep.

Were you going to die here? Alone, hungry, and scared?

You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to your mother...

Your tears trickled down your cheeks, an endless stream of grief, jaw loosening as you sobbed. You heard footsteps descending down the staircase, suddenly feeling a jolt of energy course through your body as you sat up.

Kuroo's figure appeared, hands behind his back, his left sleeve ripped and dust smeared on his cheeks. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Kuroo asked, pulling a beige metal folding chair next to your bed and resting on it. You remained silent, staring into the ceiling, clenching your jaw. "If you're wondering where Kenma is, he's driving to your campsite," Kuroo announced, leaning back. A hand reached to feel for your forehead, flinching as it made contact with your burning skin, "Kenma wasn't lying, you really do have a fever" Kuroo murmured.

"Lucky for you, I brought some aspirin with me" Kuroo chuckled, revealing his other hand, shaking a bottle of pills. "You want some, right?" Kuroo asked, bending down, resting one hand on the mattress, the other still holding the bottle. You hesitated before nodding your head, slightly opening your mouth to accept the medication,  hand shutting it close. "Now, now you're going to have to work for it" Kuroo tuts, stepping back, lips curled into a smile. "What the hell do you want from me?" you groaned, glaring at the middle blocker, eyebrows furrowing.

"Do you still remember what you did to good ole Shoyo?"

"No, no I'm not going to fucking do that" you panicked, shaking your head, squirming on the cheap mattress. "Shhh, don't worry baby...I'll make it worth your while" Kuroo cooed, dashing to the end of the mattress, holding down your legs, looking up at you. You locked eyes with Kuroo, chest heaving up and down, trying to regain your cool.

" I know you're scared of that punishment, Kenma and I have planned, right? If you could do this one thing for me, we can forget all about it and I'll even give you that aspirin, " Kuroo proposed, rubbing circles into your thigh, strangely easing your anxiety. "Alright, I'll do it" you responded, shutting your eyes, hands forming into a fist. "Perfect" Kuroo purred, his head nuzzling your thigh, hair dangling off his forehead, looking up at you with excited eyes.

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Kuroo straddled his thighs your chest, muscles on either side of your ribs, reaching over to your restraints, keys in hand, "oh before I take these off" he uttered. You suddenly felt a pocket knife press against your neck, "try anything funny and I'll fucking slice your pretty throat" Kuroo chuckled, watching your panicked expression. You felt sweet relief when you heard the sounds of handcuffs falling off your bruised wrists, savoring the moment before your hands were cuffed together instead of to the bedpost.

You'd be a fool to think Kuroo would let you have any sort of freedom during this deal. Kuroo grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, dragging you off the bed, pushing your knees and elbows to the floor. "Poor Hinata was supposed to do only twenty lashes, right? How about we beat his record and do thirty" Kuroo proposed, standing behind you, unbuckling his black belt, an evil grin across his lips. "No, no you're going to fucking kill me" you exclaimed, twisting your head to look at him, immediately feeling a painful sensation across your back. "You better start counting, sweetheart "Kuroo teased, feeling his ego grow from power, cheeks hurting from smiling.

"I-I changed my mind, I don't want to do this-" you uttered, once again feeling Kuroo whip your belt, back arching from the impact, limbs shaking. "I won't say it again, start counting" Kuroo commanded, raising his belt towards the ceiling.

"One" you whimpered, feeling the leather belt whip your back, hearing Kuroo chuckle at your obedience.

"That's better"

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After you reached twenty-five lashes, beating Hinata's record, the torture almost felt numb to your spine,almost. You were staring at the ripped fabric and blood on the floor, whimpering at the feeling of repeated slashes on your back. You were basically slurring your words at this point but Kuroo didn't seem to care. He was drunk with power and he absolutely loved it, teeth biting his bottom lip as he continued. There were several times where you wanted to run away, aim for the staircase, and never look back. But with your deadly fever, bruised wrist, bleeding back and an empty stomach, escape would be almost impossible.

"Thirty" you exhaled, savoring the relief of finally completing your end of the deal, wanting nothing more than to gain your strength through the medication and plan a proper plan. You were about to rise from the floor, until Kuroo's hand pushed you down, hearing his belt fly into the air again and then bruise your back.

"K-Kuroo, I did thirty, you have to stop" you cried, turning your head to lock eyes with the egotistic manic, disturbing smile across his lips.

His pace was relentless, feeling blood drip down your back, the sound of leather slapping your skin echoed the room, limbs threatening to fall down and give up. While your body was being brutally tortured, the only thought that flood your mind was

Hinata had to endure this as well?

You tortured your best friend at his final moments and failed to save him,

you're such a shitty person, Y/n.

You heard steps descend the stairs, quickly speeding up as they saw your appearance, "Kuroo, what the hell" Kenma barked, shoving Kuroo to the side. Kuroo looked at Kenma in awe, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest heaving up and down, a dope smile forming.

"What" Kuroo chuckled, leaning his arm on Kenma's shoulder. "You always fucking do this, you have absolutely no fucking control. What if you killed her? What would we do then, Kuroo?" Kenma exclaimed, shoving Kuroo off of his shoulder, vein popping out of his forehead. "I'm not an idiot, Kenma. I would never kill her and besides, she had so much fun, right, Y/n?" Kuroo asked, crouching down, lifting your chin, and angling it at Kenma.

"She looks half-dead," Kenma scoffed, holding his forehead, resting his eyes.

"She always looks like," Kuroo remarked, dropping your jaw, eyes glued on Kenma's. "Forget it, I need to talk to you upstairs, now" Kenma demanded, walking away, waiting for Kuroo to join him on the staircase. "Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming" Kuroo repeated, raising his hands in defeat, standing up, dragging you by your collar, pulling your body to the bedpost to chain you again.

"Wait, my medication, Kuroo you promised" you whimpered, head lifting up, looking up at him. You watched in awe as Kuroo chuckled, "oh, I lied" he uttered, lightly slapping your cheeks, arising off the mattress. You began to curse him out, howl his name repeatedly as you watched him leave your line of sight, slumping your head over, sobbing in defeat.

Never make a deal with the devil, Y/n.