Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? ²⁰

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

Shortly after Mr. Terushima left, I was still in shock. Who randomly attacks someone while they're vulnerable and walks away crying?

I'm running a towel I found through my hair as I'm recalling what just happened moments ago. Is that some kind of trauma? Did he experience some kind of trauma similar to what he just did? I can't help but think that I don't know anything about him. I don't know why he kidnapped me, why he's keeping me here, or what he's like as a person.

Did I do something to trigger that reaction? What do I do if that happens again but I can't get him to snap out of it?

I knew there wasn't something right with him since I woke up this morning, but I'm too scared to question him about it. Why was he doing this to me?

I never really bothered focusing on others, yet I was humble when I needed to be. I offered help to those who needed it. When I first met Mr. Terushima it felt strange but I didn't question it. Everyone feels some way towards another being, right? I told myself that hundreds of times, trying to gaslight myself that it was all just in my head.

The day went on by after the shower, he only came back to the room I was in to put the chain around my neck and give me lunch.

I looked at him, and noticed he could barely bring himself to hold eye contact with me.

...

Looking out the window, the sky was already darkening. I didn't know what time it was. There weren't any kind of clocks, it was just the amount of sunlight spilling into the room changing and me. At least, until he came in. I heard the door creak, I was too nervous to even turn and look at him- Mr. Terushima....

"Y/n, it's time we go to sleep..." he said, sounding so emotionless, as if it took everything in him to even say the words to me.

"I don't want to."

"I'm not asking you, we're going to sleep." He said getting onto the bed beside me.

"Why don't you sleep somewhere else?" I argued, scowling as he laid his arms over my chest.

"No, I'm sleeping with you." He said, nuzzling his nose onto my neck.

"Fine, I'll sleep on the floor instead." I claimed, pulling off the blanket.

Before I managed to move much, he was pulling the chain that was attached to my neck, making me stop my movements.

"Let's go to sleep, please Y/n?"

He sadly said, I couldn't see his expressions, but his voice seemed to be filled with an inner struggle.

One I couldn't understand.

Sighing in defeat, I get back on the bed. I didn't want to fight, I just hated it when someone raised their voice at me. I didn't want that to happen, and I feared what he might do if I didn't listen. He was strong after all, and I didn't want to be one the receiving end of what his strength might look like.

Laying down, he guided my head onto his chest, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

Why the reassuring squeeze?

Are you trying to keep yourself calm?

Or keep me under control by fear?

"It's okay, we'll be fine... We'll talk tomorrow."

Was the last thing he said as we laid still in the darkness, letting exhaustion win over us late into the night.

You're just saying words that hold no meaning.

One thought stayed in my mind, even as I slept:

'I don't want to get hurt.'

'I want to get out.'