Lovesick Admirer (yandere teacher x-reader)(Discontinued)

Chapter 6

    You allow Sebastian to easily guide you through the upper level of his house without any difficulty as you observe the kitchen knife still clutched at his side. You wonder how you're going to take it away from him, your brain listing any idea that could end in your escape or your obsessive stalker begging for your mercy. Your loose tangled (h/c) strands fall directly in front of your flushed face. You can feel your burnt tissue on your wrists, his harsh grip only increasing your discomfort. 

    You search every possible area you pass by for anything that could help you right now and you realize there are too many rooms located within the two-storied building. You doubt your desire to ever escape the clutches of your lovesick admirer, your gaze focusing on your shadow stretching beneath your feet. 

    Your emotions fade away with your flustered attitude whilst you fall deeper into your apathetic state. You wish you had never found that confession letter in your locker two days ago and that you had spent more time with Aiden, your crush since first year. You wipe at your teary bloodshot eyes with your free hand. 

    You watch Sebastian's tall silhouette in hatred as you imagine him being the victim instead. You decide to gain your freedom once more, no matter what the consequences are. You hear Mr. Pierce's phone begin buzzing with some calls and you realize (school's name) must be trying to contact him after receiving Aiden's report of the incident. 

    He pauses in the middle of a narrow corridor whilst mumbling some inaudible words under his breath. His fingers press against your injured wrist painfully, his reaction telling you that he's very upset about Aiden turning him in to the school board. He lifts your arm higher than you can reach and drags you even closer to him before you can properly react.

    You squirm in his hold like you're a rabbit that's been caught by a larger predator. You keep your gaze lowered to your mere shadows, the blotchy red burns against your skin replaying your awful treatment in the basement. 

    "Hey, (Y/n)! Look at me when I'm addressing you! It's very rude to ignore me like that!"

    His sharp tone awakens you from your freaked-out behavior as you realize acting like this will only increase his foul mood. He towers over your shorter frame, your movements growing still under his intense stare. He easily lifts your chin with the kitchen knife whilst keeping you locked in place by a pressure point on your arm. 

    "I want you to address me with the exact behavior and respect you would have in my classroom. You're my most precious student, 
(Y/n). I want you to understand that you'll only ever need me for the rest of your life," 

    You hear Sebastian's phone buzz with some more phone calls from (school's name) and you realize that you can search for an escape route during his call. He observes your body language for what feels like hours before he purposely lowers your arm to a more comfortable position.  

    "I have to take those phone calls before anyone catches onto what actually happened. You can roam about freely through the house until I'm finished. Just don't try to escape, my precious student. I took the proper measures for extra security and you'll find it very difficult to flee," 

    You feel the blade press lightly against your jaw as you realize his unstable behavior right now is merely a demonstration of consequences you could receive if you don't follow his rules. 

    "Okay." 

    A pleased expression appears on his face at your reaction to everything that's happened so far and you wish you could treat him the same way he's been acting towards you. He finally frees you from his grasp, fishing his phone out of his back jean pocket with his free hand.

    He answers another incoming call as he heads down the hallway in the opposite direction you just came from. You watch his tall silhouette disappear from your view, deciding it's time to find an escape route before he checks on you, again.