Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Hide and seek part 3

You didn't know how long you were held here the hours all melted together into one miserable nightmare.
The nauseating smell of the cabin he held you in became all too familiar to you.
You would have run away much earlier if not for the mangled state of your leg.
The wounds had healed leaving behind four long gashes that can scared your foot.
You were lucky to be able to walk again given the trap went through your flesh narrowly missing the bone encased within.

Your captor on the other hand was more than happy to help you around it was sickening
how much he dotted on you.
The way he would continue to carry you around even though you were well enough to walk around by yourself.
You didn't really have a say in the matter you were his little bunny his pet to do as he pleased and he made sure you were aware of your place.

The days he would take you down to the basement of the cabin. As he opened the hatch leading down the stench of death assaulted your nose the metalic stench clung to the air seeping into your clothes the smell would often linger even once you were out of the hell pit he called a basement where he kept the bodies of his victims.
He prepared to hunt them down like animals
Which ever unlucky hiker was unfortunate enough to cross his path.
He was methodical in his actions.
He would taunt them.
Toying with them it gave him some sick kind of pleasure seeing the looking of fear in their eyes when they realise that they aren't alone but they can't make who or what exactly is keeping them company.
He would saviour the moments as his prey slowly start to lose their minds at every little snap of a twig or a chrip of a bird.
The cherry on top was when they realised that they weren't going to make it out alive.
He loved watching the light die out of their eyes as they took their last breath.

It was sick sadistic game he liked to play.
He would near them then move away creating distance in a pathetic attempt to give them hope that they just might get away only to crush it in an instant as they got trapped in his web.
He did the same with you as well but you realised that he treated you as more of a pet rather than prey occasionally even using you as bait to lure in unsuspecting idiots.
But never let them get too close to you.
In a way he was protective of your growing fond of you as the time passed.

It sure didn't fell that way to you.
In your mind you were just another one of his play things kept around to amuse him when he was bored.
There were ocassional moments of tenderness amongst the violence that you shared.
When he would brush out and braid your hair before you slept or when he would of so gentle massage in lotion onto your skin leaving behind a faint scent of strawberries his personal favourite was when he would cuddle up to you by the fire place as you read to him.
In these moments he didn't seem like the monster he truly was.
In the faint glow of the fire his feathers appeared softer than they were an almost angelic gentleness to them. As he hummed as you read occasionally reaching up to place with your fingers resting his head on your lap as he guided your hand to brush over his head gently massaging his scalp.
The situation you were almost seemed normal.
To a person looking in from a window both of you almost seemed like a couple in love.
Even though that was the farthest thing from reality.

Maybe you had started to lose your mind as well.
When you looked down on his face his features relaxed as he was asleep in your lap.
You couldn't clearly make out what you felt for him was it anger for having killed your friends and holding you hostage, was it fear after witnessing what he was capable of or was it a third more dreadful thing love. Had he really broken you so badly that you had begun to care for him. The mere thought of that sent chills down your spine.
If you loved him you were no better than him.

No you couldn't let him get the best of you
You had to escape of atleast try to.
By now you had familiarised yourself with his patterns.
Most days when the weather was good he would go out for a couple of hours to collect fire wood and supplies.
That was your window of opportunity.
If you played your cards right that would give you a window of time short enough to escape or make it far enough to escape.
As long as your plan worked.
Most days he went out he would chain you up in the basement.
When he was at home he let you roam around upstairs if you were good.
Before he left you forced yourself to throw up convincing him that it was just a stomach bug and that you could use with some fresh air.
He let you stay upstairs given how sickly you looked.
You had become weak in his imprisonment loosing your appetite and and sleep resulting in deep bags under your eyes.
He knew that you couldn't really take getting sicker so he let you stay in your room.
Locking up the cabin as he drove his truck out into town to stock up for supplies.