On the Precipice of Insanity [Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-One

The woman blinked, her eyes shutting; suddenly, there is something pressed against her fragile body, stealing away her space, and as she opens her eyes yet again she gasps and stares at the end of the room. The walls seem never ending, plain white and cushioned, her breathings are getting anomalous, faster and more painful for her lungs. She is struggling to get free, hitting with her head moving against the wall. Teeth gritted and hands clenched into fists; straining her every muscle in her body. Furiously she shakes her head, looking fastly in all direction.

"Help, help, help," she mumbles, with every word growing louder. "Help! Help! Help!" Now she begins to shout, her voice, her tone, that desperation evident, reflected by the walls creating almost an echo. [Name] falls over, landing on the soft floor. She rolls on the ground, tears threatening to escape her [color] eyes.

"HELP ME!" A clamorous scream croaks out of her throat. What seems to be overreacting is the pain for her. She feels how the clothes press nearer, deeper in her skin. The walls appear to come closer by second, giving the impression of being helpless away. She tries to fight, resist the danger, by crying for help, and as she screamed out aloud, the fear and terror is gone. What has terrified her not too long ago is blown away; somehow normality - if you could even call it like that - regains itself almost immediately only by those pools of deep, dark - not just in the matter of color - eyes belonging to a man her age, well built and a cold look covers his facade. He appears to be distant, how did he even show up here? Where did he come from? Questions that might run through someone's mind, but as for [name], she only stares at him, paralyzed, frozen to her spot. Her breathings becoming regular; she is trapped in his eyes. The dark haired male takes a step forward; an action looking so formidable at first, but then, all of a sudden, a smirk crawls onto his lips and his eyes flare up, like a flame has ignited inside of those orbs. As he is in front of the woman, shaking by now, chattering teeth, and the fear shoots through her body like current. He kneels down, his eyes never leaving hers, that smirk is glued on his face. Extending his hand he takes a strand of [name]'s hair between his index finger and thumb, and brushes it behind her ear, his face nearing. With his hot breath on her skin he begins to say her name. "[name] [last name]," the name is liberated from his tongue. "That is it," he chuckles, laughs, an evil tone developing. His hands grab her shoulders, his nails digging in her flesh. "Do you recognize it, [name]?" he asks, pulling her closer to him. Her heart pounds fast and hard against her chest; she doesn't utter a word. her ability to speak not working. "You can sense it, that feel of being trapped; that feeling when your freedom is taken away from you!" He becomes eccentric, eyes wide open, pupils widened. "And do you know why; why they do that to us?" he doesn't even give her the chance to answer."Because-" he inhales her scent, "Just because you showed affection, liking, love." She whimpers, the first sound that comes from her since her outburst, and he pushes her away, glaring at her. "Or would you call it obsession? Huh!? Tell me! [Name], am I insane, crazy, mad, a freak!? I am not, my love is not mad, my love is genuine, meant for only you," he shouts, a crying tone mixing with his voice. "You love me. This love is not unrequited, you want me; all of me . . . and you know it." He laughs hysterically. "Yeah, yeah, you love me. . . me, Sasuke Uchiha." Whispers, and she looks at Sasuke, impassive. "Uchiha Sasuke," she mumbles. "Why-"

"Why! Oh, [name], you are so innocent, so naive and forgetful, my dear, you are already on the precipice of insanity, and I see it in your dull, yet beautiful eyes, you want to take the next step and fall, fall, fall; into the dark abyss, just to see me more!" And he, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her lifeless seeming body toward him and he presses his cold lips against hers. A ghostly kiss, lustful by his side and feared by hers. But those lips part away as soon as they make one single move. "[Name] you are-"

She gasps, jolting up from the bed she lied in, the blanked that was wrapped around her, falling on her lap as she is in a sitting position. Groaning the psychologist holds her head, hand pressed against her hot forehead. A fever? Groggily she lets her fingers of her other hand envelope the glass on the nightstand, and she grabs it bringing it to her lips. The liquid runs down her throat, allowing her speech to regenerate. Putting the now empty glass back she sighs and falls back into the bed, closing her eyes, but they shoot open right after, again.

"Where am I?" she questions, and, as if on cue, the door at the end of the room opens, revealing a man with long silky black hair.

"Orochimaru-senpai," she acknowledges and he gazes at her in surprise, yet amusement is also written on his face. "You are awake," he states. [Name] notices a wet rag, swimming on the surface of a with water filled, little bucket. "Obviously," she mutters, attempting to stand up from bed, but the experienced psychologist with a liking to snakes pushes her back into the bed, pressing the cold rag against her head.

"You have a fever," Orochimaru says, as if it is explanation enough. She shakes it off and looks at him, questioning, maybe even with annoyance as well.

"Why am I here. What happened?"

"I found you in a cell, what you did there? I have no idea." And with that answer he makes his way out of the room, leaving the woman alone. She could have sworn there was someone before she blacked out.

"Something is really odd here. . ."

A/N: *GASP* PUMA UPDATED! PRAISE ME AND CREEPY SASUKE!

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