breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

25 || desires

The morning light peeked from between the curtains, casting a warm highlight on your eyes. To your frustration, your brain had already caught a glimpse of the rising morning; the crystalized tears at the corners of your eyes caused great pain when you forced them open. 

You scrunched your nose to the foul, greasy smell of your hair; and with that, you felt the heaviness of your unwashed face weigh like the sorrows of the world on your skin, causing so much discomfort that you couldn't help but shed a few more tears to your pitiful situation.

The ropes pulled painfully at your limbs, the tape that gloved your hands only entrapped the sweat of your palms in a cocoon that drove your mind absolutely crazy. 
All you could do now, was try to sleep again, so drugged with the meds that Kuroo forcibly shoved down your throat every morning and night - or maybe it was the evening, noon, the afternoon. Keeping track of the days, and maybe weeks, of your never-ending torture felt like a mockery to your own dignity; if you even had one, at this point. 

No force was left in the torn-ragdoll that had been made of you. There was nothing to rebel against, no meaning in avenging a life so meaningless. 
You felt him cuddle to you in the dark, you felt his fingers tracing the outlines of what were supposed to be universal sensitive spots; but everything ached under his rough fingertips. Every touch poked like a needle, every warm breath singed your skin. His hair sanded your face down when it accidentally brushed your cheeks; and even his once-soothing voice now turned into deafening screeches scratched your ears. 

He would leave you alone when the morning light started to bounce off of the white walls. He came back when the skies bruised in oranges and purples. He shoved food down your throat, a couple of colorful pills - then, he would turn the lights off. Your only comfort was that of the moon, so sweetly bathing the stained bedsheets with its milky light, while Kuroo whispered terrifying nothings while brushing his hands on your thighs. 

Silent tears smoothed your face during the night, and in the morning, you were back to that same routine.


The morning light that tickled your eyes once again, however this time casting long, thin shadows on your skin. You could feel his long fingers run through the greasy strands of your hair, and to that rough touch you couldn't help but gasp loudly, scooting away from Kuroo's passionate stare. 

Your body was untied; a weird freedom that you had now long forgotten. Your arms were mushy as they tried to sustain your weight, your legs tingly and numb to the unnatural angle they drew on the stained mattress. 

"What?"
The voice felt so strange to your ears: they were now so used to muffled whimpers and dirty whispers that your own voice was the one of a stranger.
You cleared your throat, feeling the mucky phlegm slide down your throat, ready to yell out a more decisive and threatening words.
"What?" You repeated, your throat getting newly used to the vibrations of your vocal cords, "What do you want?"

The insecure question tickled the air like a feather, weightless - almost as if it hadn't even been uttered. Kuroo's arm reached to your trembling figure, pulling you into a warm hug, skin to skin. 
His was clean, you could feel it and smell it on him - the now long forgotten perfume of bodywash and shampoo lingered on his body; yours, on the other hand, was sticky and disgusting, adhesive like the slimy folds of a slug.
The filthy embrace filled Kuroo with saccharine rushes of serenity, but you hated every second of it. No matter your efforts, however, there was little to do to fight off his now growing mass of muscles, that so easily overpowered your steadily shrinking one.

"Leave me alone!"
While trying to scoot further away from him you painfully fell to the ground, the sound echoing with a dull thud in the quiet room.
Kuroo leaned closer to take a look at you, trying to offer a hand, but he only met blazing anger in your dead eyes. 
"Leave me the fuck alone."