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Yandere Macaque (Part 2)

(For every one that liked the last chapter so much, I made a part 2! It's pretty long so buckle up everybody! Let's do this.)

MK wasn't sure how long it had been since the last time he'd seen his dad Pigsy or any of his other family. Trying to remember the days and count them was hard when Macaque had taken them back to a house in a dark-ish cave place. He could see the walls of the cave through the window, and when he asked Macaque had told him that he had built the house himself, where no one would be able to find him. 

It had made MK shiver, but he didn't dare move away from the demon's grooming claws, running through his dark fur that MK was growing to hate.

Macaque liked the look of his fur, telling him he looked so much like his dad. Referring of course to Macaque himself and not his adoptive but real dad, Pigsy and MK wished he looked more like Wukong if only to stop him from touching him so often. 

Although it was possible that would just make it worse, after all, Macaque always rubbed too hard at MK's face where his heart-shaped pinky mask was located. It looked so much like Wukong's, but it hurt and felt raw and MK was always left cradling his cheeks whenever Macaque rubbed his face with a towel. 

That too was demeaning, because MK was perfectly capable of cleaning his own face and Macaque was treating him like a little kid. He hated it. 

He hated him. 

Yet, as more time passed and MK was slowly getting more and more stir-crazy due to the lack of actual sunlight and the ever-claustrophobic walls of their house, he slowly but surely started obeying more. 

Only to get Macaque to lower his guard, he convinced himself as he put on a fake smile while Macaque put on a shadow play, pretending to watch. 

He wouldn't lose sight of his real goal, escape. 

With no watches or clocks, MK didn't know what time it was at any point in the day, but he guessed it was evening based on the fact they were sitting at the table eating dinner, MK's legs kicking under the table. 

"It's been a while since I've had to punish you," Macaque commented casually as they were eating and MK fought not to freeze up, peering up from his dumplings quietly and making eye contact even though it made him want to squirm in place. 

"Good job. You're doing much better since you've had my discipline." He said and MK bit on his tongue to avoid the furious, angry comeback and yelling he wanted to let out, heat simmering in his chest like a volcano. It hurt, but he bit it back and forced himself to sound steady when he spoke. 

"Thanks." He wasn't thankful. He hated him. He just wanted to leave. 

"So I was thinking, maybe tomorrow would be a good opportunity for you to go outside with me. We can pick some fruits, maybe I'll teach you how to make a pie." He said calmly, watching MK out of the corner of his eye as he ate. He was always doing that, appearing unthreatening but always watching and waiting for a slip-up. It made MK's skin crawl. It made him feel on edge constantly. 

He was trying so hard to be good, to stay focused, but slowly it felt like he was breaking, like he was two seconds from exploding at any moment with how much of his feelings he was shoving down. Still, excited fluttering swam in his stomach at Macaque's words, and he didn't manage to crush it down in time.

"Really!?" He practically jumped up in his chair, leaning across the table as his tail wagged behind him. Apparently, he was so stressed all the time now that he was pretty much stuck in this form, and though MK loathed it at first, he was numbly dull to it now.