"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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Clutching onto the side of my stomach, I ran barefooted along the dark and quiet streets as blood slowly dripped from my open wound. Tears formed as my shaky breath echoed throughout the thin area, creating just enough noise to let him know where my current location was. I tried controlling it, but it was impossible.
"Oh, my красивый цветок, there is no need to run away from me." The Soviet Union, one of the most feared men in all of the planet, cackled lightly. "What did I tell you about escaping, darling? You promised me that you would never leave me, and now you broke it? How could you? Why do you do this? My heart has now shattered into a million pieces. Please, my love, come back. I love you. "
His loud and booming voice faded, becoming more innocent and soft, but I wasn't going to allow him to guilt trip me onto coming back with him to his mansion. I know what he'd do if he caught me, and I don't want that happening. I need to leave, escape somewhere where he will never find me again.
"If you don't return to me now, then I will make sure you never get the chance to leave me again!" His voice changed once more, this time into a more angrier, pissed off tone. "I will chop off your pretty little legs if I have to, or probably even chain you up in my basement forever! You will never have freedom ever again!"
Panting heavily, I stopped and hid behind the side of a dumpster, poking my head out to check if he would walk past. I calmed my breathing down.
"Do you want that?" He asked. "Please, come back to me! I will maybe lighten up your punishment if you show yourself and return home willingly!"
Silence.
"I know that you're around here somewhere, мой прекрасный цветок! I can no longer hear your loud breaths and footsteps!" He came to a stop, I can tell just by hearing his heavy footsteps abruptly cutting out.
I glanced around, pushing my back against the side of the dumpster. More tears rushed down my cheeks as I listened to his footsteps grow louder and louder.
"Poor Россия won't be able to meet his mother/second father if you decide to run away. Isn't it sad?" My pupils darted up to his humongous figure as he slowly walked past me. I hugged my knees and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't turn around. "I am giving you one last chance! Reveal yourself and return to me at once or else!"
I shot up onto my feet and sprinted out of the alleyway I was in, turning the corner. I looked back, but was suddenly lifted into the air by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. I let out a blood curdling scream, hitting the Soviet's arms with the strength I had.
"No! No, please! Let me go!" I cried. "I don't wanna be with you! I want my freedom! Please! Germany! America! Someone!"
He slammed me against the concrete, causing me to hit a part of my head. My vision spiraled as I became dizzy and weak, the pain also flowing through my body. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, turning around and heading back towards the mansion.
Once I regained my vision, I squirmed in his arms.
"Rest, darling." He said. "I love you."
"It isn't love! You're obsessed with me, you sick bitch!" I shouted. "I hate you! I never loved you, and you'll never make me love you!"
"Нет! It is, in fact, love!" He argued. "We're soulmates! We are meant to be together! Now stop struggling!"
"I won't! I won't!" I thrashed about in his strong grip.
Reaching into his trench coat, he pulled out a wet rag. He turned away from it then raised it to my face, covering my nose and mouth. I reacted immediately and held my breath, however it did not last very long. I took a whiff of the rag engulfed in chloroform and grew extremely dizzy before passing out.
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Waking up, I blinked my eyes several times before inspecting the area surrounding me. A gasp escaped through my lips as I realized I was chained to the Soviet's bed by my ankles and my wrists. I was also fully naked and exposed.
"N-No!" I yanked on the chains. "I don't want this! Please!"
The door across from me opened, Soviet walking inside with an item in his hand. He locked the door behind him and approached the right side of the bed, kneeling beside my small form.
"I got something for you, my flower." In his hand, he held a (F/C) collar. I shook my head and snapped my head away from him. He, however, grabbed my chin and forced me to look back at him.
"Be grateful that I decided not to chop off your legs." He said angrily through his gritted teeth. "I would miss the feeling of your legs on my hips and shoulders as I fuck you senselessly."
Placing his hand underneath my chin, he gently pushed it upwards and clamped the collar around my neck.
"Wh-What does it do?" I stuttered, terrified.
"It tracks your location so that I know where you are at all times." He explained. "Plus, if you get too far from the mansion, it will send electricity throughout your body and shock you to the point where you collapse and lie there helplessly until I come and get you."
"N-No." My voice cracked as a wave of immense fear washed through me. "Soviet, please! I just want to see my family and friends! I want to be free!"
"Never!" He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. "You belong here with me! You are mine and mine to keep forever until the end of time!"
"Fuck you!" I finally snapped. "I hope that you die soon! I want you out of my life!"
His eyes suddenly began to glow a bright yellow. I frowned and whimpered, immediately realizing what I had just said and done.
He whipped around and reached his hand out over to a tray, where he picked up a hacksaw and turned back to me.
"W-Wait! No!" I shook my head violently. "Soviet, please!"
Pulling a marker out from his trench coat pocket, he marked an area on my thigh.
"Soviet! I'm sorry! Please, don't do it!" I cried immensely loud.
Lifting the hacksaw up into the air, he aimed for the marked area and did not say a single word.
"No! No! No!" I attempted to break free from the restraints, but they were tight and impossible to pull off. "I'm sorry! Please!"
