Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Held captive (NSFW)

TW: RAPE.
WARNING: TURN AWAY IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU. PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU KNOW THIS WILL HARM YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.

Reminder: Harper and this story is FICTIONAL. Her words and actions are NOT REAL.

DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND SHOULD NEVER BE REPLICATED IN THE REAL WORLD.

THIS IS NOT A POTRAYAL OF LOVE NOR THIS IS THE NORM OF 'LOVE'. THIS IS ABUSE AND SHOULD NEVER BE NORMALIZED IN THE REAL WORLD.

HARPER's BEHAVIOR IS ABNORMAL AND SHOULD NEVER BE ROMANTICIZED OR DESIRED IN THE REAL WORLD.

HARPER IS A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE PERSON. NOT SOMEONE TO LOOK UP TO OR WISH TO HAVE. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF HER ACTIONS AT ALL.

NSFW!

Harper's thumb stroked your cheek as you laid snuggly next to her, head in between her soft breasts.

Her other hand was running through your hair sensually, giving you tingles on your skin.

You're exhausted. Mentally and physically— especially mentally.

She really chained your ankle to her bedpost like an animal. Harper wasn't as talkative or sweet as before, but she still shows her 'affection' through kisses, cuddles, her great cooking—

Hickeys, bitemarks and soreness too.

Yes, she sexually forced herself onto you as 'punishment'. She used a wide range of equipments to pleasure herself by ravaging your 'innocence'. She paid no mind to your screams, tears and struggling.

You could scratch, hit or slap her all you want. It wouldn't slow her down or make her stop.

You never knew that she had a freakishly long and forked tongue. It made the experience even worse.

Harper made sure to be gentle at first, using excessive amount of lube to alleviate the pain from friction. Soon, it gradually became rougher, rougher and rougher but not to the point where it actually inflicted any injuries. Just enough to leave you broken, heated up, dripping and gasping for your breath.

You can't go anywhere as you're bound to the bed by a metal cuff. You had to take it all in.

This sexual torture ended after three days, during that period, she didn't speak a word to you. Her eyes were empty and cold, it's the complete opposite of the Harper you knew before this. She didn't smile nor frown, her lips were constantly pressed into a straight line.

Now, you have to face a whole new category of mental torture.

She started putting pictures of you back up. All sixteen boxes of them.

She allowed you to entertain yourself by watching TV while she's busy restoring her room's wallpaper. Harper was still nice enough to prepare you a bowl of freshly popped (favourite flavour popcorn) too.

What Lizard told you was correct, you couldn't even see the wall anymore. It's just pictures of you in all angles. Even going to the bathroom proves to be a challenge as it was horrifying to see posters of yourself 'watching' you do your business.

Additionally, you aren't allowed to go alone. Harper would be standing next to you, her brown eyes fixed on you as you urinate, defecate or bathe.

You shuddered at the thought of Harper touching herself to the images stuck on the wall. You tried not to think of it that much as it gets more disturbing every time you do so.

"Does that mean the people who had to use her bathroom sees... this?" You frown every time it crossed your mind.

At least Harper decided not to install your shrine in the room. That would have been disasterous to your mental health.

Back to the present, the blonde twirled your hair around her slender fingers gently.

After five days of you being held captive in her bedroom, she finally calmed down enough regain full control of her impulses.

She did not regret or feel terrible for raping you continuously. In her sick mind, it served you right for turning her down every single time. Maybe then, you'll learn to be grateful for her usual sweet demeanour.

Harper was upset, she was furious at you for suddenly destroying all the progress she made. If it wasn't for your abrupt decision to leave her, she would have taken it slow and only do such an intimate thing with your consent.

But no. In her mind, you just had to ruin everything for yourself. You just had to play 'hard to get' and she hated that. You needed to be thought a lesson, a very, very, memorable lesson so this won't happen ever again.

...it seems like you're reacting positively to it. She smiled as she watches you bury your head in between her tender breasts. Harper pulled the fluffy blanket up to your your shoulders, ensuring that it covers your entire shivering body.

No, you're not naked. You're wearing her oversized sweater and your own panties, but no bra. It's odd that the room became colder after that intense confict happened. Did she do anything to the thermostat?

"You were a jerk." Your ears perked up at her words.

"You needed to be taught a lesson that you're mine." She cooed, her tone is now sickeningly sweet and loving. You whimpered when her fingers started tracing down to your lower back.

"...who do you belong to?" She whispered in your ear. Her hot breath fanning against your skin.

Her smooth legs sensually rubbed against yours, she ignored the sounds of the chains clinking together.

Her hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. You gulped as she forced you to look her in the eyes, they definitely had a gentle look to them. However, you knew better than to let your guard down.

"Well...?" You yelped a bit when she teasingly squeezed your buttock. You shut your eyes tight when you felt her wet, pink muscle glide along the length of
your ear.

"Who do you belong to?" She repeated, you can sense the impatientness in her voice now.

"Y-you! I belong t-to you!" You sniffled.

"Good girl." She purred seductively.

You felt her lips curve up into a smile. She sighed dreamily as she ran her hands all over your body, especially around the most sensitive and private areas.

She pushed her luscious lips against yours and slipped her forked tongue into your mouth, enjoying exploring every square inch of you. You squirm, but you didn't dare to push her away.

"Oh (y/n), I love you too much to let you go." She moaned, her hands are now under your sweater, caressing your bare skin.

Harper spent the rest of the afternoon lovingly fondling you and violating your mouth, maybe even enjoying the jingle of the metal cuffs on your ankle.

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A/n: aha, Harper did a whole one eighty, crazy

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