Thorns Of Love | Yandere X Reader

betrayal

"tell me.." you peek in the cracks of the closet you're hiding in, the killer holding your friend by the throat. "where y/n is, otherwise i'll make your death painful and slow."

you cover your mouth as he tightens his grip around his neck, your friend tries to answer but only gurgling sounds came out. his will to live came on stronger, you noticed, as your friend's eyes darted to the closet you were hiding in, and you shook your head in desperation.

he's gonna rat you out.

his right hand, which left the killer's wrist, lifts and his index finger pointed at you.

you press your back harder against the wall of the closet.

the killer turned his head towards the closet you're in, his eyes staring at you through the cracks. he feels excitement bubbling up.

"good." you start to hyperventilate, you can feel your heartbeat drumming rapidly against your chest as he drops your ...friend harshly on the floor. his victim coughs and inhales for air, crawling towards the exit of this abandoned house your group of friends explored an hour ago.

putting your knees against your chest, you hide your face with your hair, thinking it would shield you away from everything that's happening right now. you put both of your hands against your ears, a futile attempt to block of the upcoming sounds of boots walking towards you with long strides.

after a moment of hearing dreadful, muffled footsteps, the closet door opened. revealing the murderer that killed your friends, though he left one to live in exchange for your location. you keep your face out of his sight, begging and praying in your head that a miracle would happen and you'll somehow escape.

"there you are."

you hear him sigh out lovingly, crouching down to your level and caressing the crown of your head.

"let me see your face." you don't budge. you're afraid he'll kill you instantly the moment you lift your head. but you're also afraid he'll kill you if he's ignored, so you shake your head. "awe.. why not, baby?"

is he the type to play with his food? you thought.

you didn't answer. you can't find your voice to speak.

"are you angry because that friend of yours betrayed you?" you didn't answer, but your body speaks for him. he already knows the answer.

yes. you're beyond pissed. you were cursing your friend, praying for his downfall and hoped he'd get explosive diarrhea in his life that was spared.

...but you knew you'd do the same when you're in his shoes.

"want me to kill him?" that question alone makes you widen your eyes and slowly look up at the killer, his face displays an affectionate expression upon seeing your face. he cups your cheeks with bloodied hands gently. "i was gonna kill him anyway. i think he hasn't run off too far. he sprained his ankle so he's having trouble running. though, i'll assume  he's taking his sweet time escaping since he thinks i spared him. what a stupid douchebag."

he laughs immediately after the statement, kissing your forehead with care and stands up. "stay here, okay? i'll take care of him." with that, he turns around but stops when he's at the door. "if you do run.. well, let's just say you.." he pointed at your legs. ".. won't be able to walk for a while." and then he leaves.

you shudder with great chills running up practically everywhere on your body. terrified of the consequences when you do try and escape, you just stay there. he seems like he won't hurt you unless you do something he doesn't like.

after a few minutes of trying to block out the agonizing screams and pleas from your friend who got likely skinned and gutted, he finally arrives, looking like he got doused in a bucket full of blood.

"yay~! you didn't run away!" he enthusiastically said, hugging you as you flinch from his hold. his blood-soaked clothes seeps into your own, making you cringe.

you then let out a shriek of surprise of being suddenly lifted into his arms. "let's go home and take a bath!"

you gulp as your thoughts are scattered all around your brain. are you stuck with him for the rest of your life now? will he kill you if he gets tired of you?

"will you.. break my legs if i do something that upsets you?" you can't help but ask. "if you do, p-please make it painless." might as well voice your thoughts while he's in a good mood.

he looks down at you while seemingly thinking. "..wait, did you think that when i said your legs wont be able to "walk", i meant it literally?"

now you're the one with a confused expression. "you didn't?"

he laughs heartily. "no! i would never hurt you. i meant 'by breaking your legs', i'd fuck you into next week!"

oh.

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