Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

A short Follow up

A/n: extremely short chapter
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.

She laid on her side, propping her head up with a hand. She uses the other one to rhythmically pat you to sleep.

Your eyes are closed and your head is smushed against the soft pillow, you curled up into a ball next to her. The blanket is pulled all the way up to your nose, leaving Harper exposed to the cold. But she doesn't mind, as long as you're 'comfortable'.

Harper knew that you're exhausted after everything. You deserved to rest after a week of hell. She grinned as she brushes a few strands of (h/c) hair away from your troubled, sleeping face.

She sighed, oh well. Fun time is over, she needs to get back to work. The shop isn't going to run itself.

She pressed a soft, delicate kiss on your cheek. Harper then checked if the chain around your ankle is secure before carefully making her way upstairs.

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You woke up to an arm protectively wrapped around you.

Harper's arm.

You fearfully turned around just to see Harper smiling at you, half lidded. Looks like she woke up the same time as you did.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead." She gently grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you on the lips.

She then yawned and stretched her limbs, all you did was cower in fear. Harper took note of it but did not comment at all, it's understandable that you'll be afraid of her for awhile after she put you through all of that.

But it was for you to learn to never cross her boundaries. So far she has established a few rules:

1. No refusing or denying her love for you.

2. No leaving, showing any signs of leaving, attempts to escape or even thoughts of escaping.

3. No saying "I hate you."

You can throw a tantrum whenever you want and she will patiently try to calm you down however she can by feeding you or smothering you with affection. But, as soon as you choose the wrong words, it's hell week all over.

As long as you don't say,

"If you really loved me, you shouldn't have done X!"

Or,

"You don't love me because you did X!"

Or,

"I don't want to be with you! I hate you so much!"

Or anything similar, then you'll be fine. You can cry loudly, stomp your feet, hit Harper, throw things at her, destroy some of her (precious!) photos of you and you won't face any 'punishments'. Well, at least for now.

Everyone has their limits.

You shuddered at the sight of her wide smile.

"Since you're being such a good girl these days, I'm letting you eat breakfast upstairs today." She cooed, gently tickling your chin with her index finger.

"But..." She lifted something up, you squinted to have a better look.

"A (f/c) dog leash..." you frowned, you have to wear that? Moreover it looks like... you're supposed to wear it on the neck.

"Look! It even has your name on it. See?" She pointed at the golden plate that has "(y/n)(l/n), property of Harper A. Delano" embossed onto it. Where did she even get this? When did she get this?

You sighed. Looks like you don't have much of a choice.

You stayed still as she secured it over your neck.

"Is it too tight?" She asked, tugging onto the band. You shook your head, earning a peck on the forehead for being so compliant.

"Now, now, don't be difficult and make a scene upstairs. Okay? Even if you did, my customers will be too afraid of me to help you. Understand?" She grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her.

You whimpered as she pressed her soft lips onto yours.

"I'll take that as a yes."