Warning! Yandere-Bound

The White Room

Your chest burned with each breath, still reeling from the brutality of Sara's grip around your throat. Her voice echoed in your mind, filled with twisted affection and anger as she claimed you as Emily, as her Emily. The realization that you were inhabiting someone else's body—the body of someone Sara once loved—left you shaken to your core.

Then, everything faded. You couldn't tell whether it was from the lack of oxygen or the weight of the horror crashing down upon you. It didn't matter. Darkness claimed you, and for a moment, you hoped it would be the end.

But it wasn't.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, the stark contrast of bright white light burning into your vision. You squinted against it, groaning in confusion as your surroundings came into focus. It wasn't Sara's twisted lair, nor the suffocating cabin. Instead, you found yourself in an unfamiliar, sterile room—walls smooth, without a single mark or shadow. The surface beneath you was cold, hard. Everything was so blindingly clean, as if you had been dropped into some kind of sanitarium.

Where am I?

You tried to move, but there was no resistance. No chains, no cuffs—nothing holding you down. Yet, your limbs felt heavy, as though the weight of the previous trauma clung to you like shackles.

The silence was suffocating, your breaths unnervingly loud in the otherwise empty room. It felt like time didn't exist here. No sounds, no movements beyond your own labored breathing. This was a place of limbo, an eerie void where the world stopped moving, and you were left alone to face your own mind.

The unsettling stillness made your skin crawl, and panic began to rise in your throat. What now? Your mind screamed at you to escape, to do something. But where would you go? This place had no doors, no windows—just endless, gleaming white.

A familiar, cold pulse reverberated in your mind, and then, like clockwork, the system notification appeared:

System Notification:
Location: White Room
Chance of Imminent Death: ??%
Mental State: Disoriented
Current Hostility Level: ??

Your heart raced as you stared at the text hanging in the air. It didn't matter how many times the system presented itself—it never felt real. It was as if this window was some kind of warped hallucination, a mockery of your sanity. But it has to be real, right?

A shiver ran down your spine as the notification flickered, taunting you with the reminder of your precarious situation. The familiar sense of confusion set in again. What were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to survive when this system offered you nothing but cold, detached information? A new thought pierced through the haze: Was this some kind of test?

You ran a trembling hand through your hair. The reflection of Sara's madness still clung to you, and now you were thrust into this surreal place with no answers. No captor in sight. Yet.

What was the 24 hours?

For hours—maybe minutes—you were trapped in the white room. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you grappled with the overwhelming uncertainty of what came next. Your mind raced to fill in the blanks, but there were too many questions.

Warning:
You have failed
Punishment Commencing..

Your heart raced as the message flashed before your eyes. The sterile, white walls of the room seemed to close in around you. You braced yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

Suddenly, the floor beneath you felt as if it dropped, leaving you in freefall for a brief, terrifying moment before you slammed into the hard ground. No bruises, no broken bones — but the pain surged through your body as if it were real. This was the punishment.

You struggled to get up, but something unseen pinned you down. A suffocating weight pressed on your chest, stealing the air from your lungs. Panic flooded your mind as you clawed at your throat, gasping for breath.

System Notification:
Location: White Room
Mental State: In Agony

The invisible force relented just as you thought you couldn't bear it anymore. You collapsed to the floor, every muscle trembling from the pain and fear. The silence of the white room felt suffocating, worse than the pressure moments before.

You weren't done.

A sharp, stinging pain shot up your arm. You looked down, horrified to see thin, blood-red lines appearing on your skin as if an invisible blade were slicing you open. You screamed, but the room swallowed your voice whole. There was no one here to hear you. The lines kept coming, faster now, carving intricate patterns into your flesh. The pain was unbearable, and you writhed, desperate for it to stop.

System Notification:
Location: White Room
Mental State: Critical

The punishment was relentless, designed to break you, to crush your will until all you could do was submit. And just when you thought you might lose consciousness, the slicing stopped. The room was silent again, save for your ragged breaths echoing in the oppressive white space.

You didn't know how much time had passed. All you knew was the unbearable ache that lingered in every part of you, the phantom pain of what had just been inflicted.

You lay there, staring at the blank ceiling, knowing this was only the beginning. You had survived — but just barely.

System Notification:
Punishment Complete
Duration: 2 hours

System Notification:
Rest period: 2 hours, 8 minutes.
Next cycle commencing after the timer ends.

The message blinked before your eyes, and for a moment, relief flooded through you. Two hours—finally, a reprieve from the agony. You lay on the cold, sterile floor of the white room, trying to gather your shattered nerves. It is almost over for now.

But as your body began to relax, the reality of the timer set in. You didn't know what would come next—what new horrors awaited you when the countdown ended. The thought twisted in your mind, turning what should have been rest into dread. The looming unknown weighed heavily on you, suffocating any fleeting comfort.

As you lay there, the memories of your punishment haunted you. Every pain felt so real but looking at your body, there doesn't seem to be evidence of it. Why had you been punished? What had you done to deserve this?

Each moment felt heavier with confusion and fear. Why me? you whispered, your voice barely audible. What did I do wrong? The painful memories replayed in your mind like a nightmare once again, and dread settled in your chest.

Being punished seemed so unfair; you were just caught in a situation you didn't understand. You thought of Sara, the girl whose obsession was clear as day. Was she somehow responsible for your time in that white room? Did she plan this torment?

Frustration bubbled up inside you. I didn't ask for any of this! you yelled, your voice breaking. I'm just trying to survive!

But as the words escaped your lips, you felt a deep sense of helplessness. You were a captive, trapped in a nightmare with no way out. It felt like the punishment was meant to break you—to turn you into something you weren't.

The uncertainty weighed on you like a heavy fog, leaving you desperate for answers. You wanted to uncover the truth buried under all this fear and manipulation. For now, all you could do was wait, holding onto the fragile hope that you might find a way to escape this twisted reality..

The White Room End...?