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Yandere! Satou X OC: Guardian {Horror-Esque}

I can never get Satou right, personality wise, so I apologize for any OOC behaviors. Sorry this took so long, Internet service has been on and off in my house recently and I couldn't upload until now.

Dedicated to @blamemenotmention a user

OC:

Intira Sakda

Short black hair, curls inwards just under chin, dark brown eyes. Skin is tanned lightly, Thai. Living in Japan on a paid internship for a big buisness.

Height, 5"4, Weight, 100lbs, Age, 23 Years

Likes mint chocolates and cuddling. Dislike unwarranted violence and Alpha Males.

Is a bit of a pushover, but very passive aggressive. Piss her off just a little too much and she'll finally snap. Only likes being touched if she initiated the touching.

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A hollow, metallic dripping sound continues at a steady, agonizingly slow pace, making the young Thai girl, Intira's, head ache, like needles poking and prodding their way into her mind. It sounds like water, and yet doesn't at the same time, almost as though it's more than just the clear liquid she's picturing with each ping. Even the scents surrounding her, overwhelming her as the lack of sight sets in, are metallic and too strong, like iron and rust, making her already pounding skull throb desperately in pain. There's an itchy, dry and crumbly feeling on one side of her head and neck, a thick layer of blood coating her skin, crusting up on the front of the oversized shirt she's wearing.

That's not hers... she wasn't wearing that before she'd been attacked, and the thought of some pervert stripping her clothing, seeing her bare and vulnerable, and leaving her in only a pair of boxers that certainly aren't her's and a t-shirt, makes Intira want to puke and cry and scream.

The dripping... the constant, undisturbed dripping, it surrounds her, flooding her mind from every corner of the room, attacking the chair she's tied to almost brutally, only growing louder as the day, or perhaps the night, wears on. Intira can't tell what time it is anymore, the heavy blindfold draped over her dark, chocolate coloured eyes keeping out any potential light. The fabric is thick, and itchy, and is slowly making her face grow sore. Suddenly, loud, rusted hinges are creaking, a door slightly to her left, from what she can tell, opening slowly and shocking the young woman. She jolts up completely straight in her seat, as though she'd been electrocuted. The door sounds like it's screaming slowly as its pushed open, doing nothing to help Intira's agonizing headache. A low, weak groan escapes her oddly dry, chapped lips, and the door stops, silent again, save for the quiet dripping.

"Oh, so you're finally awake, my dear! I've been waiting for a whole day Intira..." A raspy laugh, almost sweet, the voice obviously male, makes Intira's body tense in fear. "My hands are full right now, so give me another moment or two~ alright?" He chirps out in a questioning tone, but Intira doesn't answer, only licking her lips slowly, shakily. She's nervous and scared... she doesn't even recognize the man's voice, not in the slightest, which only manages to scare her further... attacked and abducted by some freak who doesn't even know her... she'll end up dead for God's sake, skinned alive like some kind of Buffalo Bill victim.

There's a sound of something heavy yet soft dragging over the floor, and heavy chains jangle, knocking gently against a wall. The almost sinister sounds send a shiver down Intira's spine, her slim body tensing further. "Who-" her voice cracks weakly as more dripping is added to the already unbearable noise, out of time with the other small splashes and coming from her kidnappers direction. "Who are you?!" Intira manages to creak out, voice filled with confusion and pain.