The Observer (YandereL x Reader)

13 - Drifting

L pulls his knees tight against his chest. He spins around on his office chair for a second and stops himself to view his monitor. His heart flutters when his eyes meet your peaceful face.

"This is going to be fun." He clicks on the microphone.

"Good morning. How was your sleep?" The screen shows you stumbling awake. A soft giggle escapes his mouth.

"I see. I will come down to give you food and water momentarily." He turns off the microphone and hops off his chair.

Your sleep comes to an end due to the speaker's detonation. The butterflies in your stomach swell into balloons, all pushing against each other. You let them out with a panicked scream as a clanking noise comes from the steel door three yards away. You want to move back, but even if the chain was long enough, you wouldn't be able to. Ants crawl inside your left foot from the lack of blood flow. When the lights come on you see purple and blue blotches through the chain links on your ankles.

"That's why you should stay still." You look up and see his bored expression. "The more you move, the worse it will feel."

"I don't know what you want with me. Please just take off the chain. It really hurts."

The side of his mouth lifts to give a half-smile, paired with lifeless eyes. He tosses you a paper bag and it bounces off your lap.

"No, but you can have food."

You pay no attention to the bag laying on it's side.

"It seriously hurts. Please"

"Maybe if you eat, I'll think about it."

Your hands fumble for the bag. You grip the top with your thumb and forefinger and pull out a banana. You devour it.

"Now can you please unchain me?" You try to pry the links off of your skin, resulting in the bruises getting brighter.

"Stop that."

He grapples your hands and proceeds to unchain you.

"I'll get an alternative later. Enjoy these few hours of mobilit—"

Although you're still on the floor, your good foot is in reach of his groin, so you go for it. L drops on his knees and bends over. The pain travels up to his stomach, making him nauseous.

While he is down, you scurry the few feet away from him that the floor allows, until you hit the wall, still on the floor.

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

His eyes meet yours and realize there is no running away.

"You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you."

"Then tell me."

He takes time with each step he takes, analyzing your every move. You cover your face with your knees and shield your head with your hands. 

You feel him yank you up by the arm and you see the syringe. Too weak to effectively pull away and too terrified to scream, you freeze. Everything goes in slow motion for a few seconds. You notice him biting his lip in frustration as he angles the needle, trying to hit the biggest vein. 

Then it sinks in your skin. You feel him release his grip on you and fumble before smacking the tile floor.

L now knows how messed up he is; the horrified look in your face makes his hairs rise. It makes his mind go places it should never go. The worst part is he doesn't care.

"Hideki. What was in that?"

His eyes won't move from yours and you go limp. The last thing you see as your eyes close is his half-smile again. Drifting.