彼は私を傷つける | 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄
↳（ yandere bullies x fem! reader ）
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two boys begin abusing and tormenting (y/n) for one reason, and one reason only: they want her every waking hour consumed by them until there's nothin...
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┊❝ You begging is just poetic ❞┊
── CURRENTLY hiding out in the girl's bathroom to avoid Dylan, Ian, Carmen, and whichever violent delinquents they associated themselves with, (Y/N) felt her appetite sour as she stared at her lunch. Not really keen to eat whilst sitting on the toilet, even if she had taken the time that morning to pack a lunch, she merely slid the package back into her backpack before taking a sip of her water and leaning backwards. Shifting uncomfortably due to the pipe leading up to the handle to flush, she let out a deep, silent sigh.
She felt pathetic.
More so than that, she just felt tired.
She never asked to be put in the type of situation where it was her or someone else. She chose the morally high route, and it landed her in a steaming pile of shit because of that. She was starting to regret her choice, and that realization only made her feel cruddier than she already felt.
I guess I'll say it again: I really hate high school.
Just as this thought flew through her mind, she almost fell off the toilet completely when the door to the bathroom slammed open. Assuming it was just another girl who really needed to use the restroom, imagine her surprise when a masculine voice rang throughout the space—more so, a masculine voice calling out her name.
"Hey... (Y/N)!" The voice called, stretching out the 'y' sound. "You in here?"
She froze.
Oh, shit.
Dylan? Again?
"Must you be so impatient?" Ian's voice rang out next, already the girl imagining his usual scowl directed towards his friend. "To think you would even infringe upon the girl's restroom... I honestly can't believe I expected that."
(Y/N) wanted to scream.
And there's Ian, too.
"Hey, this is the last restroom we haven't checked," Dylan hummed, unknown to the hiding girl shrugging towards Ian. "And the last place where she could be. I clearly told her that we would be seeing each other at lunch and getting to know one another very well." He then laughed as he exclaimed, "Ah... imagine how scared she must look right now. She's so very timid, isn't she?"
"And stupidly compassionate it seems from the way she went running to expose you," Ian retorted.
"What a combination~"
"Freak."
"And yet you're still my friend," Dylan chuckled before turning back to the task at hand. "And, for you (Y/N), if you're here, I think it's time you stop hiding and fucking show yourself. I'm really not that patient, so come out. Now."
(Y/N) shuddered at his shift in tone.
She then jolted when another slamming sound could be heard, a shuffle, and then another slam.
It was then that she realized that he was kicking in the stall doors one by one to see if she were there or not. Knowing she would be caught if she didn't get her shit together, she silently unlocked her door and waited until Dylan had just kicked in the stall door next to her before fluidly sliding her backpack across the floor before wiggling herself under the dividing wall. She had just pulled her feet through when he kicked in the door of the stall she had just been in, and not wasting anymore time, quickly locked the door of her new stall before pulling both herself and her backpack up on the toilet so her feet wouldn't be seen if he decided to peek under the stalls just for careful measures.
Finally, he had gone through all stalls.
"She isn't here," Ian uttered after the act, sounding bored if anything. "So, let's go."
Dylan stayed silent.
(Y/N) quieted her breathing even further.
Everything was so quiet one would be able to hear a pin drop, and she was nothing but tense as she waited for Dylan's reaction. Fear seized her, and she wondered if she had slipped up somehow, that he knew she was tricking him. Thankfully, he just muttered a response to Ian before both of them disappeared out of the room from the two pairs of footsteps that walked away and the sound of the door opening and closing. She waited there for about five agonizing minutes before she slowly lowered herself off of the toilet. Daring to peek underneath the stall, she screamed when finding Dylan's face only mere inches from her own.
"Found you," he muttered dangerously as he grabbed a clump of her hair and yanked her forward until she was plastered against the stall door.
"Stop!" She screamed in pain as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a raw pain prickling at her scalp from how harshly Dylan was handling her. "Please— just let me go!"
He didn't let go.
Dragging her out from under the stall, he didn't let go of her even when she was splayed out on the floor in front of him. Staring down at her for a moment before letting out the faintest of chuckles, he took out his phone and snapped a picture, something that only made her eyes widen in horror. Grasping and scratching at his wrist for him to let her go to no avail, crying by that point, she felt her heart rate accelerating in fear and hysteria from how he constantly kept taking photos of her. Just to taunt her and humiliate her more, he turned the flash on, blinding her at times.
"Beg," he commanded of her, keeping his grip on her hair tight.
"What?" She cried.
"You heard me: beg for me to let you go," he continued, only then she able to see through her blurry tears him holding his phone steady in front of her to record her every action. "Let's see how good you can plead for yourself."
"P-Please..." (Y/N) barely whispered, her heart jumping in her throat. "Don't do this..."
"Beg."
All humanity seemed to drain from her.
All pride.
All humility.
Everything she thought she was naturally granted as a person was all but washed away with the one word Dylan commanded her to do, and all on camera for him to rewatch to his sick pleasure.
"Please... I beg you," she forced out, looking up at him in the camera ever so pathetically, tears streaming down her cheeks and smearing the mascara that she had worn that day. "Please let me go, Dylan. I-I promise I won't do it again! I won't run from you again! I won't hide, either! Please... I'll do whatever you want, so I beg you... let me go!"
With that, Dylan released his hold on her, and she dropped heavily to the floor.
"You looked so cute like that," he crooned as he gave her a small pat on the head. "You begging is just poetic. I can't wait to have more fun with you."
