f o r c e d「yanderexreader oneshot」

kaneki ken || help.

;trapped in a cage decorated like a frame wasn't pleasing. when the brown- redish frame was actually been colored by your relative's blood, especially. you're going mad sometimes too.

you sat with your both legs, arms tied tightly. both of your legs were cruely, brokenly, harshly, painly been placed like the mermaid style. a piece of his cloth tied around behind your mouth. as tight as it could. your right eye was red. your used to be (hair/c) now had turned white, he even cut it into messy medium length hair. your nails and fingers were black. pitch black. your ears couldn't even work rightly.

opposite than how he clothed, black ripped t - shirt, three quarter pants with another messy ripped at the end. he dressed you as an angel. white pure sleeveless dress that was so long, lingering on the floor, with tears, blood stains on it.

as a footsteps storms through,

please, anything but him,

i'd do anything just not him, god please,

a screaming shaky tears escaped your eye. your right eye trembles in fear. fear of what he could've done this time.

a loud bang bangs on the metal iron door.

just like i expected

he's here,

you forcefully bit the cloth, so hard you could've feel your bottom teeth. you sobbed through the cloth, he hates crying girls and you obviously hates it when he yells, shouted, scolded, at you. you hate the sounds of his voice drums through your broken ears.

he, this time, didn't say anything. he threw the steel bucket across the room, making you flinched in fear. he straight went to you, easily pulled the chains and crushed them in his hands. he crawled towards you, the girl who was looking down and straddle while a heavy sigh escaped his bloody, bruises lips. "i couldn't find any of your relative's blood for you," he whispered, his hot breath hit your bare neck, sending shivers over you.

he placed his chapped lips and seducely bit your ear. "as always, you smells addicting," he blows and placed wet, small kisses along your jawline. as he went closer to your lips, he licks it before pushing his lips on yours. the kiss itself was, desperately, passionately, enough to leave a bruise.

"sweet,"