Narrative Point of View:
You were aggresively beaten violently by Trevor and his three thugs, beating you to a bloody pulp.
Trevor: What's the matter, pussy? Get up! Get up and fight like a fucking man!
He said as his goons violently kick your stomach, coughing up blood. Trevor then picks you up and throws you to the wall.
Trevor: Gentlemen, here, is a scum of our life. A piece of dirt on our boots, a mess on our tables of goals, a shitstain in our toilets!
He said as he grabs a tire iron and aggresively strikes your legs, crippling you.
(Y/N): AAAUGGH!! What the fuck did I ever do to you?! Huh!? What did I do to yo-
Before you could finish, he kicks you in the gonads, wheezing and groaning in pain.
Trevor: Shut. The. Fuck up! You are to exactly as we say! No questions asked! One question, we will hang you by your intestines, gagging you with your eyeballs, igniting you to charcoal by the nearest bridge! After the cops find your cadaver, we will slaughter every fucking person you had contact with! Got that, (Y/N)?!
(Y/N): Y-yes...
Trevor: Helloooo. I didn't hear ya. Can you say it, I don't know, LOUDER?
(Y/N): Yes...
Trevor: WHAT?
(Y/N): YES!
Trevor: Now, was that hard to speak up? I want you to give us all your moola, every fucking thing valuable to you, and your damn friends and family. Got that, amigo?
(Y/N): O-okay, Trevor. All things considered...
Trevor: Good. Now, get the fuck outta my sight!
(Y/N) limped out with broken legs and a bloody face, but alive and beating. As you walked out of an alleyway of a depressed part of the city, you see a person, no, a woman, looking at you. (Y/N) cannot describe her. Neon green and blue hair, a tattoo of the sign of Anarchy on her neck, a cliched huge breasts, and dawning an unusual mask. A mask of electric bulbs for eyes and a mouth covered by spikes . Your words best describe this techno-beauty is as follows: "Techie, Hot, and Weird." She comes up to you, with a robotic synthesizer.
???: Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you?
She said while expressing two X's on mini-bulbs, where her eyes were supposed to be.
(Y/N): What does it look like to you? I got beaten to ground meat.
She says, in her mask, flashing circles on her eyes.
???: Oh. Well, no shit, dude. Who beat you to shit?
(Y/N): Trevor. Trevor-
Before you could finish, she interrupted you, saying his last name.
???: Tramiston...
Your mind is aching from the pain and your heart is beating a million miles per hour, frightened to how she knew his full name.
(Y/N): H-how did you know? D-d-did you know him?
She says something that brings chills running down your spine.
???: I know him, (Y/N) (L/N).
(Y/N): H-how did you know my na- Who are you?!
She then projects her (not real) name on her bulb goggles , "STORM1$TR3$$".
(Y/N): S-StorMistress?
$TORM1$TR3$$: Yep. My name for now. Meet me later, your nearest cafè, tomorrow. Understand? °=°
You nodded without complaint. She projected out of her bulb-glasses: "Later, (Y/N) (L/N). ;)" You were almost happy by her presence, but your wounds don't heal yourself.
$TORM1$TR3$$: Oh yeah. I just called an ambulance. It should be here within 5 minutes. To speed it up, I gotta do something.
Before you could respond, she pulls out a syringe filled with a vial of strange liquid. Before the moment (Y/N) could hastily respond, she grabbed your shirt and stabs you in the neck. Before you were drugged out, she puts her finger on the mouth-mask before making a ssssh...
To be continued...
YOU ARE READING
Yandere Hacker x Male Reader
RomanceYou led a shit life, but somehow, someone or something helped you through it. You find your aggressors electrocuted, shot, stabbed to death, hunged, decapitated, strangled, and exploded. You felt hell is gonna rain down on you.
