YB Game Small AU! [Will be in process SOON (Currently a W.I.P.)]

Chapter 18.

Credit for idea of this chapter!:

(Voice of Peter is in English, but the subheadings are in Spanish! Thank you.)

⚠️: Sexual harassment, sexual topics mentioned, touching without permission, obsession problems, and some blood.
If you are uncomfortable, I suggest you skip or don't read this chapter. Thanks.

Quick little reminder: Don't ever date someone similar to Peter. Don't. It's not healthy, it's a toxic relationship. Please get help immediately if you are dating someone similar to Peter.
Thank you.

You slowly opened up your eyes, realizing you were in a dark room of some sort. Your mouth felt hoarse while your lips felt chapped. Your eyes felt heavier than ever. Arms and legs? Felt extremely weak and wobbly.

You tried to move, but felt a refraining rope tied onto your wrists and ankles, slightly rubbing them until their numb.

"You're awake..." A male voice spoke, a voice you felt internal hatred for. There was a light on, but it didn't show the stalker, Peter. You tried to say a snarky retort, but your mouth was taped shut.

He walked into the light, sitting in a chair infront of yours. He let out a small laugh, watching your face contort to uncomfortableness and worry. You pulled on ropes, holding you hostage for this son-of-a-bitch stalker. "Don't give me that look, Y/N. I can't just let you roam the house again. Especially since last time, but, don't worry, the ropes will keep you from doing so." He spoke softly, trying to soothe your anger building up. You gave him a glare. 'Oh, I'll get out, watch me, bitch,' You thought, full hatred towards this grey golf-ball-of-a-head man. The heart on his shirt will forever be engraved in your mind, setting off blazing fiery you felt towards this man.

He smiled, his sharp teeth peeking a bit. He slowly stood up. 'God, my grandpa could get up faster than him,' You snorted to yourself mentally. Peter face changed from a soft but deadly smile to a devious smirk. "You're all tied up... Just for me," He breathed out, practically in your ear, sending uncomfortable shivers down your shine. "I can just see your body, even with the clothes on. Can I... touch you from underneath your shirt?" He smirked, slowly lifting it up, even without an answer from you. His hand gave a tap to your stomach, which you flinch away and held your breath, hoping it wouldn't touch his disgustingly, slim cold fingers. He slowly laid his fingers on your stomach, his freezing touch laying on to your warm skin. You scoffed.

Peter retracted his hand, leaving your stomach to feel cold. You shivered a bit. "Oh.. How I wish I could just breed you." You felt yourself shaking a bit, from fear and uncomfortableness. "Your fingers digging into my skin while you call out my name. I thrust inside you, marking my seed inside you." *Just know, writing this part makes me, the author, cringe.*

"We could have... so many children. And we would love each forever and ever... And forever." The words "love" made you pissed off. Why would you even dare to date a stalker like him. You gave him glare. "I would let you free but... You'd run away again and I can't have that happen." You stared down at your lost leg, lost to this monster. "Darling, I've seen you run even without it." You sighed, nothing was going as planned. You weren't going to play nice again and you weren't going to escape that easily... Or at least you thought. Suddenly, at the perfect timing out of nowhere, you were tiny.. again. The ropes slide down to the ground with a loud huff. "Yep, you're right. And I'll do it all again."

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