Unveiled dreams (BSD shorts/ drabbles/ scenarios)

Dream #N.03

Pair: Yandere! Fyodor x ADA! Reader AU short

Description: A sneak peek into private a session with Fyodor after Reader tries to escape.

! Warning !

Very triggering content, reader discretion is advised.

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Why was his cruelty so... attractive? I've asked myself this question countless times and yet I failed to find an answer each time I tried. Even now, as I was crying and begging for mercy, for relief, I couldn't stop the growing moisture from dripping down my folds. I trembled as Fyodor brought the sharp tip of the blade closer to my inner thigh, his royal purple eyes cold, merciless and devoid of human emotion. Gulping dryly, my hands uselessly thrashed to free themselves of the cuffs that attached me to the ceiling.

"Puh, please... I can't- nnhh!- handle any more..." My voice trembled and I struggled to get the words right. Dizziness spun my mind, it mixed with blood loss and the countless shallow and deeper incisions made all over my body, to leave a sick and potent emotion in my stomach. Fyodor didn't even bother to look up at me, as if he barely acknowledged my words as he gently, and with almost tender care, ran the blade up my inner thigh in a fluid and graceful motion. He looked beautiful; a fallen angel that came to personally bestow hell upon earth, and on me. My heart fluttered in my chest at the faintest indication of a smirk on his face. Fyodor knew the effect he had on me, he relished in it and always used it against me, just like he did now.

"Little mouse, you are lying, and lying is a sin." His light tone made me shiver involuntarily and my muscles tensed as he turned the blade over to run its dull side across my womanhood. Embarrassingly, the blade was covered in slick after only a few strokes.

"As someone who follows god's will, I must see to a proper punishment."

A bright flash blinded me for a split second and my ears began to ring. I was vaguely aware of a high-pitched sound and an extremely searing hot sensation between my legs. It took me a few moments to register that the high-pitched sounds were my own wails of pain as Fyodor glided the knife across my outer fold, tearing away the flesh like butter. The blade stopped its movements when the flesh hung by two inches of muscle. I felt nausea swell in the back of my throat and I couldn't help but retch all over my torso at the sight of my own genitalia. Fyodor finally looked up at me.

"This is your doing, little mouse," he said as he gently raised my face to look into my unfocused eyes with a calm, serene smile. "Your sinful nature will be the cause of your undoing." As he spoke, his fingers probed and fingered my half-attached fold, sending shocks of pain directly to my brain. I gulped as more vomit threatened to escape my throat by that simple gesture. Fyodor smirked, and pushed his thumb into my mouth after scooping a little of my vomit off my torso. My guts churned again and I gagged reflexively on his finger, but surprisingly didn't vomit.

"Nn-nnhh-!" Tears run down my flushed cheeks in endless rivers as I struggled to breathe through my stuffed nose. I felt disgusted with him, but even more with me, because no matter how hard I tried, I could never hate that look of cruelty in his eyes. It turned me on and made my body tingle with goosebumps. I was sick and twisted, depraved, and Fyodor knew it. I could see it in his eyes how much he loved to hurt me, how much he loved to test my limits... and how much he loved to play god with my life. I was his toy, his puppet; a helpless little mouse that was caught in a mousetrap and could only hope for a merciful death.