𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere Feitan x Reader [Eye for an Eye]

Top!Feitan

Bottom!Y/N

Author: ddarkerdreams (on ao3)

TW⚠ contains minor character torture and death.

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"Do you remember the rules?"

You thought that you had adequately prepared your mental state for this. Feitan was generous enough to give a full day's preparation, something he made a point of saying you should feel grateful for, which you were inclined to agree with.

"I do, yes," you hardly recognize your own voice through the persistent, high pitched ringing in your ears. You've yet to enter the hellish landscape that's just before you, and debilitating anxiety has already begun to take over. Feitan's menacing aura doesn't help alleviate your dread; he's made no attempt to suppress his sick excitement. It curls and wraps around him like shadowy tendrils. So tangible is the negative energy that radiates from him that even without your ability, you're certain you could sense it from miles away.

He doesn't seem content with your answer. "Repeat them."

"I can only use enough aura to power my Hatsu. If I start using more than necessary, you will stop the session, and I will be punished accordingly." You repeat back the words Feitan directed towards you yesterday in a trancelike state.

"So you are capable of retaining basic information," he hums and opens the door to the basement. "Most impressive."

The sarcasm isn't enough to bother you. You've learned (though against your will), how to navigate the minefield that is a regular conversation with your captor. Anyone without knowledge of his inner workings would presume he is displeased, from how his body language betrays his real thoughts. His mouth is set in a straight line and eyes duller than a weathered coin. You can tell from the slight lilt at the end of his sentence that he isn't upset, far from it, he's thrilled.

For some reason, that frightens you more.

"Your legs aren't broken, are they? Walk." Feitan steps into the dimly lit basement, stopping just shy of the stairs to glower at you. You don't bother responding, knowing it'd upset him the more this was delayed. It was no exaggeration to say you were entering into the underworld, but unlike the Greek fantasies you grew up with, this was no epic of overcoming odds and triumphing. There was no winning here, there was only survival.

Your legs already feel shaky, that's a bad sign. You can't have your knees buckle this early in, it hasn't even started yet. There'd be a world of pain in store should you keep him waiting. Something tells you that if you were to suffer a heart attack from the sheer stress you're currently under, he'd drag your soul back to your body if not only to admonish you for daring to inconvenience him. The dark humor gives momentary relief that doesn't last anywhere near long enough.

It's the smell that hits you first.

Bile claws up your throat, an automatic reaction to the putrid stench, your hand rushing to cover your nose. It does little to offset the pungent odor. The primal part of your brain has long since gone into fight or flight mode, pumping enough adrenaline into you that you're certain you'll be able to sleep like the dead tonight once it wears off. That's something to look forward to, you tell yourself, as you descend deeper into a waking nightmare. At least you'll get a good night's rest. Yes, give yourself something to work towards, a light at the end of the tunnel is most helpful.

It's a miracle you manage to get down without falling over and hurting yourself. Your breathing is erratic enough to almost be labeled hyperventilating, which is further exacerbated by the ungodly sight haunting your vision. From your bedroom upstairs, you knew it would be bad, the soundproof concrete not enough to entrap this poor man's screams of sheer terror. Feitan stops to appreciate his work while you gape in uncontrolled horror.