Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

One step closer

When Phil finally pulled away he gave Dan a nervous smile. Dan looked like a kid visiting Disneyland for the first time.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining." Dan smirked.

Phil blushed and opened his mouth to reply, but froze when he heard the keypad on the other side of the door click. Dan and Phil both jumped up and Dan motioned towards the bathroom. Phil leaped out of the bed and closed the bathroom door just enough behind him so he could be hidden, but still see what was going on. He saw Dan lay down and pretend to be asleep and Dan's door clicked open.

"Wake up!" A feminine voice growled followed by a different, deeper laugh.

Phil cringed when he heard a loud thud, knowing that was the sound of some part of Dan's body being bruised against the hard linoleum floor. He peered through the crack in the door and saw Dan was indeed on the floor with two figures looming over him. The smaller figure with the feminine voice seemed to be in control while the other, bigger, huskier-voiced man just watched.

The woman took a step towards Dan and kicked him in the stomach. He clutched his stomach in pain and curled up his body to protect himself.

"Hmm nothing to say today Daniel? No cry for help? No fighting back? I think we've taught you a little too well." The woman sneered. Dan remained silent in his position on the floor, but he was visibly shaking from either pain or fear, or both.

The woman dropped onto Dan, straddling him and pulled his head up by his hair. She whispered something in his ear that made Dan clench his eyes shut. The woman began maniacally laughing and her friend joined in. As they laughed, Dan opened his eyes a looked at Phil. He looked terrified. Phil tried to tell him with his eyes that everything would be fine, but Dan's expression remained the same.

"You want a show Shepard?" The woman asked the other guard.

"You know I'm your biggest fan, Pierce." The male guard, Shepard, replied, giving his friend a wink.

"Well get your camera out then, I don't have all night you know." Pierce, the woman guard, replied.

Pierce stood up, pulling Dan up with her by his hair. She roughly tugged him backwards so he fell back onto his bed.

Shepard stood back, pulled out a cell phone and held it up, filming them.

Pierce crawled on top of Dan so that she was straddling him again and Dan threw his hands up to push her off. She caught them and pinned them behind his head.

"There's the Daniel I remember. Now are you going to work with me this time or do I have to have my friend here hold you down?" Pierce asked with a wicked grin.

Dan bit his lip and shook his head.

"Good boy. Now do as I say."

Dan nodded, and Phil could see his eyes were brimming with tears.

"Hands above your head, Daniel." Pierce ordered. Dan shakily complied.

"Good now just sit back and relax. Let's put on a good show for the camera alright?" Pierce said in a sickeningly, calm voice.

Dan nodded, but closed his eyes and turned his head towards the bathroom door. Pierce didn't seem to mind and began to lift his shirt off. A feeling of dread washed over Phil as he realized what exactly was happening, he threw his hand over his mouth to hide his unsteady breathes. He felt powerless.

Kill them! You can stop this! Just kill them all!

As soon as his shirt was off, Dan opened his eyes again to look at Phil. A tear slid down his cheek as he seemed to be apologizing with his eyes. Phil slowly shook his head at him, but felt his own tears escaping.

If you aren't going to do anything, you might as well sit back and enjoy the show.

"Such a pretty boy, it's a shame you're a psychotic killer..."

What a disappointment you are Philly. Can't even protect the one you lo-

Phil began to drown out the guards, focusing only on the broken and defeated brown eyes locked on him. He knew Dan felt violated and exposed and even more so because he was there; so he didn't look away from his eyes once.

Behind the door, Phil's nails were digging into his skin. He didn't even notice the pain or the blood trickling off his fingers. There was nothing more concerning in that moment, all he wanted to do was kill every staff member in that hospital. Not only them, but also every big company ceo that protected them. Phil was at his breaking point.