𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄;
彼は私を傷つける
➤【 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 nothing lef...
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┊❝ I'm not safe... I never was ❞┊
── FEELING refreshed after a shower considering she felt as if she were washing off all of the verbal and physical abuse done upon her by Carmen's hand even if the bruises and marks were still there, (Y/N) exited the shower, toweled herself dry, and then clothed herself in her pajamas despite the afternoon time before exiting the bathroom. Running her towel through her hair to catch the excess droplets, she let out a sigh as she collapsed onto her bed, feeling nothing but exhaustion seeping into every muscle joint of her body.
She wanted to rest.
She wanted to be at peace.
If she thought about it, reaching such tranquility was only as far as the kitchen where the knives lay, but as she already knew, she didn't have the willpower to go through such a tragedy.
Tracing the faint half-scar on her wrist that had healed weeks ago, (Y/N) then pulled back the sleeve of her shirt to assess the faint burn marks Carmen had left behind on her skin. The small little circles of scar tissue puckered up from her smooth skin, reminding her again and again of what torments she had to go through. It was a constant remembrance of something she yearned to forget.
She let out a dry laugh.
Wow...
Not even a year in at this school, and already my body is marred and abused.
Tucking a lock of (H/C) hair behind her ear, she settled into her pillows before flipping open a book she had been re-reading for the whatever amount of times that she had, unaware of the metallic glints of several camera's watching her.
Of course, over the course of the next couple of days, she was forced to be aware. She'd come home to an unlocked door when she knew she had locked it, she'd notice little things of hers missing, and then there were the objects that were in one spot only to be moved to a completely different place upon her return. Chills upon chills had raced through her body whenever such incidents occurred, and soon enough, the feeling of someone watching her was becoming increasingly prevalent again as it did that first time weeks ago when she had run to the grocery store just to pick up some much needed groceries.
It left her feeling exposed.
Vulnerable.
Violated.
Completely intruded upon.
She wanted to assume that it was Dylan and Ian, and so badly did she want them on trial for what they had done to her, but never did they act out of character. More so, they continued to harass her in the same manner as they had always done with only one difference: Carmen was always absent. (Y/N) had seen Carmen still lurking around school, but whenever she so much as caught sight of her, Ian, or Dylan, she had this prominent glower twisted into her face before she stomped off.
Her sudden 180 turn in behavior unnerved (Y/N), but she was more so relieved as it left only Dylan and Ian to worry about. Then again, both were large problems in and of themselves.
"(Y/N)!" Dylan cheered when he saw her upon entering their shared Chemistry class.
She flinched at his voice.
How badly she wished to disappear right then.
Such wishes were futile, though.
Shooting her a rather malicious grin, Dylan didn't hesitate in hooking an arm around her shoulder to yank her backwards into his chest. She could feel the heat exuding from his body even through his tight black shirt, the fabric lightly scratching at her skin as she tried to wriggle free from his hold. Of course, he merely laughed away her struggles as if they were mere flickers of darkness in his path of light. Pulling her away from her desk, he easily was welcomed into the fold of several of their classmates who immediately latched onto his every word as if he were speaking the gospel.
(Y/N) felt uncomfortable under their scrutinizing stares, but she then watched as their eyes followed the way Dylan's hand dipped down to her hip to somehow mesh her body even closer to his own.
It was a silent warning.
A reminder not to question him.
Soon enough, Ian appeared on her other side with that stormy gaze of his, something that paired well with his rather frigid expression like that of a snowstorm. Standing so that his body was shielding one side of her, his hand snaked out to snatch up hers in a tight and constraining grip.
(Y/N) felt as if she were drowning.
Thrown into the thrashing waves of an ocean filled with deceit, abuse, and manipulation, she could do nothing but freeze as she sunk to the very bottom where in the darkness dwelled those with equally as black hearts and souls. Dylan and Ian were those bottom dwellers—those that thrived on the pain and suffering of those they focused on. When it concerned her, the finite point of their fixation, they seemed to revel in seeing the despair in her eyes when knowing that she could not escape the tightly bound strings they used to make her dance right into the palms of their hands.
"Don't look so scared, (Y/N)," Ian whispered into her neck, taking the moment to inhale the scent of her shampoo whilst admiring her pretty (S/C) skin, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of marking her up with his teeth. "Otherwise, people would think we're bullying you."
His chuckles were malicious.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her free hand's fingers then twitched when she felt Dylan's hand slide up her shirt to squeeze the bare skin of her hip, the heat of his skin melding with her own. Flicking her eyes up to him who didn't even look down at her, watching as a slow smirk drawled across his face, she felt her anger flare like a white hot flash.
