𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍;
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➤【 yandere ferid bathory x fem! reader 】
➤【 yandere crowley eusford x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl suddenly finds herself trapped in an alternate universe where she has to bend to the whims of the va...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑬𝑵 」 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄
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(Y/N) wanted to throw up.
Using a mop and a tin bucket, slowly she began to clean up the blood and guts strewn out along the floor, the smell of decay thick and foul. When she was done, and only when the room was truly spotless, did Ayal drag her away. She was thankful for that, at least, even when the stench of death seemed to follow them. Leading her back into the room where he and Ferid had tortured her, irritated when she fought him the entire way, Ayal was then finally able to jab a needle into her arm that he stored small vial which he documented and labeled.
He then threw her into her cell again.
(Y/N) grunted upon impact, rubbing her arm which had connected painfully with the floor. Grumbling to herself, she sat up and crossed her legs, her back leaning against the cold concrete along with her head as she craned her neck backward, heaving a small sigh.
These 'tasks' Ferid is making me do make no sense at all, unless...
She scowled in disgust at the thought.
That's just it.
He wants to see whether my blood will taste sweeter when applied to life-threatening and or gruesome situations.
Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened to spill, she breathed in and out deeply a couple times to try and calm the nauseating and fear-filled emotions that consumed her the longer that she thought of her future and what it might bring. Her mind filled with various scenarios which ended in her death or, even worse, having to be locked up in the cell she was in for the rest of her life serving Ferid and entertaining him as his personal 'pet.' Just the thought made her dig her nails into her arms in panic. What she found truly ironic about the situation, however, was how quickly her feelings of love for Owari no Seraph, the anime, was replaced with feelings of fear and agony.
She cursed whatever had brought her there.
A few tears did escape her eyes, and as she hastily wiped them away, the lights switched off due to the need to save power, and she was plunged into darkness once more.
Over the course of the following days, (Y/N) was subjected to all types of mental abuse, whether it be from fire, electricity, cold, more death, or more pain. She hadn't known what was to come with Ferid gone, thinking she'd finally have a little peace without him, yet the longer he was gone, the longer she found herself to be very wrong after Ayal kept dragging her to different rooms for different experimentations. It honestly didn't surprise her though. In her mind, she knew Ferid had planned such torments the moment he knew he had to leave. However, what she hated the most was how Ayal kept collecting her blood.
She knew what was going to happen.
She knew.
I don't understand why Ferid keeps trying to make my blood taste better to vampires.
It doesn't because I'm not part of this world.
It's only natural.
Allowing that thought to roll through her mind, it was only when the clanking of the metal door could be heard did her attention draw back to her reality. Ayal was the one who opened said door, his piercing red eyes holding the same hostility whenever he even glanced in her direction.
"Get up," he demanded, flinging the cell door open. "We have work to do."
Knowing exactly what 'work' meant, (Y/N) reluctantly stood up, wobbling just a bit since she had been sitting for so long. Following Ayal up the familiar winding staircase out of the dungeon, she glanced at the unfamiliar rooms she passed, her eyes then widening when spotting the double oak doors that had proliferated within her nightmares. Quickening her pace to try and escape such horrors, she swallowed thickly when realizing that she was probably hurrying to another place just like it.
"In here," Ayla demanded, pushing (Y/N) into a room down at the end of the hall.
He didn't follow.
She frowned at that considering he was always with her for whatever he put her through, seeming to enjoy it to a sickening degree. Furrowing her brows, she then flicked her gaze around the room, finding nothing but pitch darkness. Fumbling around, trying to understand what exactly Ayal—or Ferid—was trying to accomplish, all she was able to do successfully was stumble and knock her elbow into a nearby table, hissing curses under her breath at the sharp pain. As she then moved back to the door, or where she thought the door was, a sudden sound made her snap her neck around.
Fear coursed through her body.
Backing away, she saw red eyes practically glowing in the darkness. The pure, unadulterated hunger present within such a gaze made her whole body tremble, practically rooting her to the ground even though her brain screamed at her to run.
W-What is this?
What the hell is Ferid thinking!?
Finally breaking free of her trance, she ran toward the door and slammed into it in a desperate attempt to escape only to find it locked. Cursing loudly at the find, she then screamed and pleaded for Ayal to let her out. Laughter was the only answered she received. Shouting at him and kicking the door in anger, she then froze when she felt icy claws grip onto her arm. Whirling around, she came face to face with a vampire, the dim light at the top of the door just enough for her to see the creature's practically rabid expression.
