The Holiday | Infatuation (Yandere Boys X Reader)

Chapter 31: Torture and Death

Suddenly, the female feels a harsh tug on her right arm, instantly causing her to jolt and spin around to face her captor with surprise.

There, standing inches away from her in broad daylight is the last person the female would ever wish to see. Her eyes widen in horror, his grip still tight on her arm. A dark, eery grin spreads across the man's stubbly face, exposing his yellow-stained teeth, as he looks (Y/n) up and down shamelessly.

"You're coming with me, little girl."

Staring into the older male's eyes, (Y/n) gasps in horror, instantly recognising him as the perverted man from the swimming pool, long ago. Thankfully, before the pervert and his friend had tried to grab her and take her away, Alex and Jin had come to the girl's rescue, beating the two men and saving the female. Although the mysterious, creepy man had not initially done any harm to the female, the experience had still shook her up, and as she stands before him in his, grasp, (Y/n) feels fear for what the man could do now.

 The man grins again, as his eyes gave a long stare to every part of (Y/n)'s figure, before the girl harshly stamps on his foot. Before, she had quickly assessed the surrounding she is in, the quiet side of the cafe buffet, and after craning her neck to the far distance to the tables, the (h/c)-haired girl had realised that she was way out of sight from the other teenage boys.

Many of the rich hotel guests quickly walked past (Y/n) and the pervert with disapproving looks, tutting and probably misinterpreting the whole scene.

'People are so fast to judge.'

 Families had shaken their heads and had swiftly ushered their young children past, which had caused (Y/n) to roll her (e/c)-coloured eyes, annoyed and slightly scared, though she didn't show it.

She'd have to fight alone. 

"Ow!" The man says now, in pain because of the girl's blow to his foot.  As the man hobbles around, trying to ease the pain, the female seizes this as her chance to make a swift escape. Quickly tugging her wrist away from the man's grip, (Y/n) is about to take flight and run, when suddenly, she feels a hand snake around her ankle aggressively, digging their nails in, and immediately the (e/c)-colored female yelps as she crashes to the ground, knees painfully bashing the cold ground, following along with the rest of her body.

"Uhhh..." (Y/n) groans, her body feeling sore all over from the collision to the ground, yet she attempts to force herself up again. That fails, as she collapses to the floor yet again, discovering that the man had caught a hold of her ankle, disabling her getaway.

Panic and frustration start to build up in (Y/n), her heart beat quickening as she feels that there is no escape. The huge, spacious cafe seems deserted in the area she is in, and the lights start to flicker on and off, giving her an eerie feel. Her and her pervert-captor are all alone, and he has her in his grip.

"Let  me go!" (Y/n) cries in frustration and fear, tears starting to build in her eyes, overwhelmed. She thrashes about and starts to scream as loudly as she can, hoping that somebody out of this ignorant cafe can hear her calls for help. As the girl kicks her legs about, her foot seems to make a rough impact with the man's jaw, who is crouched behind her. Her ankle is finally released. 

(Y/n) stumbles to her feet. She is about to run, when suddenly, there is the man in front of her. His eyes are blood shot and ferocious, steaming with anger. Finally, and thankfully, the hotel guests start to get up and peer around the scene,muttering between themselves, however there is still no sighting of the six males. The guests stupidly stand around with concerned expressions plastered on their faces, yet no one intervenes. 

In the man's hands is a tall, heavy vase, stolen from the hotel cafe decor. He glares at the girl, then grins.

The last thing (Y/n) sees is her six male friends, running to the scene, and the sound glass smashing, and several gunshots, before she passes out onto the floor, surrounded by blood and glass.