Obsession | Yandere Kenma Kozume x Female Reader | Haikyu!!

15 • Red Dress

November 19, 20XX
11:53 AM

(_____ POV:)

Scared wasn't close to how I felt. I felt more... petrified.

Seriously, why!? Why is this happening!? Is it, is it really my fault?
Maybe it's because I pushed him too much. He was definitely furious after I tried grabbing his phone. I should've listened to him, I really should've.
Kenma hung my arms back up and smiled.

"_____. You look so perfect like that." He held out his knife, aiming it and one of my arms.

I froze.

"W-wait, please don't- I'm sorry ok!" I yelled, "Please-please..."

He laughed, he laughed hysterically. "That's cute, you think that you're actually getting away unscathed."

Then slowly, he slit little pieces of my skin off. One, by one. I felt my blood run down my arm.

I screamed, "It hurts... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS! KENMA STOP!" I couldn't stop crying, it was so painful.

He simply laughed, as if he didn't understand the excruciating pain.
"That's good. It'll help you keep yourself disciplined." He slit some more pieces off and took them, putting it into a small jar, which made my stomach churn at how sickening it was. I don't want to even look at my arm.

I saw Kenma go over to the shelf, taking the belt and gripping it firmly.

"N-no..."

He swung it back and forth, hitting my sides over and over. I sobbed and pleaded for him to stop. I can't take the pain, why can't he just killing me?

I felt my sides get hot and cold and the same time. I felt a small trickle of liquid down my sides. I didn't have to look down to know it was blood.

(Author POV:)

_____'s pink dress was stained red with blood. Kenma was a little disappointed by it, he spent quite a bit on it and the stains wouldn't be able to get out.
But he saw a good opportunity.

"Oh, your dress is all wet. And you're bleeding everywhere." He chuckled, "I guess I'll have to clean it up."

Kenma ran his knife against the middle over her dress, revealing her bare skin and undergarments. _____ felt the cold air mingle with her skin.

Ohh... Oh, she's so beautiful.

He grabbed a small white bottle of rubbing alcohol, which _____ didn't see clearly at first.

Taking the cap off, Kenma held it above her head. That's when she realized what it was.

"Not that- anything but that!" _____ cried, "P-PLEASE NO! KENMA STOP!" She pleaded. The way she said it. The way she asked, the way she begged for her life.
It was intoxicating to Kenma.

He quickly took out my phone again, snapping another picture. This one is definitely a good one.
Kenma smiled, "Say that again _____, please. Say that again, beg for me to stop again."

She did. She repeated it over and over again.

Kenma couldn't help it. He pulled _____ closer to himself, caressing every part of her body. Her face, her stomach, her chest. Occasionally, his hand brushed up against her wounds, which she flinched at.

_____ felt a hot breath on her neck. Her neck was clean, no stains of blood or wounds. Kenma's lips burned into her neck, as his whole body curved into hers.