Criminally Unstable Yandere!Criminal x Mentally Ill! Reader

SPEAK

A/N *Warning* Violence. \(*=*)/
It was late in the middle of the night. Yuko had led Hisashi and you up to an abandoned shack that seemed to almost be in the middle of nowhere but at the same it, it was right in the middle of everything. A place seen but also unseen. 

It was a shabby little 'hut'. Complete with a mini freezer/fridge; two matrices with questionable bed covers; a single broken light hanging from the ceiling; and lastly a horribly stained carpet. Perfect. 

Yuko turned around and gave you and Hisashi a grin. "I know it's bad but its only for a while!" He chirped.

You looked around the room and noticed the old stained carpet had a familiar rug. You looked away.

Hisashi glared at Yuko. "My question is why take both of us? Hm?"

Yuko gulped. "Well... I mean I couldn't have fought you off in the first place... You're the guy who's known for like... Killing toddlers and shit."

Hisashi rose a brow. 'Since when did I kill a toddler...?' He was slightly peeved at the fact that the "media" had tainted his reputation. Either that or... He did murder a child without realizing it? Which to be fair.. Wasn't out of the question.

*Time Skip*
Hisashi had you tucked under his protective form on one bed with Yuko slept on the other. You stared at Yuko. Why was he here?!?

Suddenly Yuko sat up and glanced over at you with the same eyes you had. Except his were much.. Much darker.

"(Y/n).." He muttered and slowly crawled over to you. You tensed. What's he doing???

Slowly the male reached over and put his hand over your mouth. He brought his other hand up to his lips and put a finger over his mouth, signaling you to stay silent.

Usually in a scary situation you'd make noises and bite yourself but right now... You were too afraid to.

You were pulled out of Hisashi's arms carefully and replaced by a pillow. Not the most ideal replacemaent but it'll do...

Yuko dragged you over to the other side of the room and pushed you onto your back, pinning you down. A sudden look of hatred passed over his face.

"Alright little sister.." He spouted with venom. "Talk. I know you can~. Tell me everything you told the investigators or I swear you'll regret it."

You gulped and stared at him in fear. It was true you... Could speak... But back then- when you lived with your family they slapped you and hurt you for speaking... That's why you couldn't form words very well anymore.. You used to not be so "insane" however the medication made you the way you were..

Trapped.

"Not gonna talk eh?" He leaned into your face and gave you a crazed grin. "I was almost hoping you wouldn't so I'd get to relive our dear memories?"

You let out a groan in fear but was promptly shut up by a slap on the mouth.

"Oh no, no, no.. You're either gonna talk or you're not. I'm not gonna fight off that psychopath." He growled. His hands were clamped onto your shoulders, squeezing them to make you let out a whimper.

Another slap.

"I said keep quiet!!" He whispered in a harsh tone. You were gonna let out another cry but Yuko slammed his hand on your mouth and dug his nails into your skin.

You tried to move your face away but he had his grip on you. "(Y/n)...(y/n).. Oh how I HATE it when you fight back. If it wasn't for you we could've been back at home with mom and dad and I wouldn't live in this hell hole. However if you SPEAK I'll be happy to get our parents out of jail... Wouldn't you like that too (Y/n)? Or are you just a selfish little SNAKE!" He spouted.

Tears poured from your eyes. You pulled your face away and mumbled a soft. "S....ss...ss-s-st-stop..."

The male grinned. "Finally you're saying real words~? It's still not enough." He gripped your throat and started squeezing tightly on your windpipe making you gasp.

You glared at your brother as tears filled your eyes so much so you couldn't see.

What was to become of you..and who could say...?

*To be Continued*