The Red Room (Yandere Male x Female Reader)

Prologue

Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to go over to Aaron's house today. You knew he wasn't exactly the most stable  person of the bunch, but you never knew how bad it could be.

A few hours ago, you had managed to convince your mother to allow you to spend a week at his house (considering summer had just started and the two of you were practically siblings at this point), and she finally caved after two hours of begging and pleading from both parties. You were genuinely excited for it too; it's been years since the two of you had done something like this, so you were most definitely excited.

However, to the present moment in time, your current mission was trying to convince him that exploring the deep web was most definitely a horrible idea.

"C'mon, Y/N! I know what I'm doing; this isn't my first time dealing with things down here."

"That's fine Aaron, but this could get us into a LOT of trouble. Someone could come and kidnap us for snooping around!"

"Pshh, please. If that were the case, I'd have disappeared YEARS ago."

You swallowed harshly at the sound of that. Years ago? Just how long has he been doing this for? You knew this wasn't right, but you also knew he was too stubborn to listen to what you had to say about it. You comply with an anxious sigh, twiddling your thumbs around to keep you from running away.

You weren't going to abandon him in his basement like that, no way.

He grins at you, snapping his head back to face the glowing screen of his desktop computer, typing away rapidly at the keys. You could tell by the number of mistakes he kept erasing that he was super excited to show you something.

An hour and a half later, you notice look up at the screen to see a man tied to a chair, the red flashing LIVE indicator in the top left causing a chill to run down your spine. You could tell the man was distressed by his constant thrashing and grunts coming from his mouth, gag muffling a lot of his words.

"Aaron, what is this?"

"It's The Red Room!"

"The what Room??!!"

"The Red Room! I told you about this at school before, so now we're watching it!"

You start to feel queasy. Your sweet, not-so-innocent friend was wiggling with excitement in his rolling office chair over a site broadcasting live torture and murder. You felt your heart drop and you stood up to excuse yourself.

"Y/N?" He turned to you as you stood from the chair next to his, similar in fashion, but the one he sat in was black and red. The one you borrowed was a dark blue and black. "I don't think I'm going to stay after all. Sorry Aaron, but I'm not willing to do this." You begin to walk towards the basement door, but when you attempt to twist it open, you find it's locked. You turned to ask Aaron for the key, but scream in surprise when you find him two inches behind you.

"You can't go yet, the show has yet to start. C'mon, let's go sit down."

"No, Aaron! This is wrong! How could you just sit there and watch someone innocent be tortured so ruthlessly?!!" You scream at him, hoping to bring back some common sense into him. Instead, much to your disbelief, he throws his head back and cackles wildly. He wipes the tears that had built up from the corner of his eyes and sighs, grinning madly.

"It's fun to watch, that's why." He forcefully grips you by the shoulder and drags you back into the chair you had previously sat in. Before you could get up again, he ties you to the chair with a rope you hadn't noticed before, forcing your head back and tying it there so you couldn't turn away from the screen.