(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ - Requested by @SpiderLovesBacon ♥
TW:
- Mentions of S//x Tr//fficking
- Mentions of S//icide
- M//rder
- Blood
- Normal yandereish things
- (Y/N)'s POV -
I held my phone, rubbing my fingers up and down it as I watched cars go by. Downtown was usually nice at night, and walking through it gave me something to do. I leaned against a wall and heard another clicking sound. It sounded like a camera. I wouldn't have paid any mind to it if I hadn't of been hearing it all night, for the past few days. I know it's not just happening. I've also gotten letters every day, seen footprints that weren't mine, and just had the constant feeling of someone watching me.
I was mostly scared of being thrown into a sex trafficking ring. The more I thought about it, the more I started to worry about myself. Next thing I knew, I found myself crying and shaking. Great. Now I just became an easier target.
My head shot up as I heard footsteps coming towards me. I started to walk away but my arm was grabbed. I inhaled deeply to prepare for a scream, but a hand was placed on my mouth. "Hey, it's- OW." I bit down on their hand and tried to get away, but they just got me again. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he licked the hand I bit and kissed it softly, keeping his eyes on my mouth. "I saw you were crying. I need to make sure you're okay.". He held a calming tone and lightly pulled me to a bench.
His eyes caught my attention, he never took them off me. He scanned me up and down slowly over and over, but not in a lust-filled way, it seemed like he was admiring me. I noticed he was blushing and whispering to himself. "I'm so close to him/her/them. So perfect," I choose to not acknowledge it and looked down. "I'm Popee, de-, I, um, yeah, I'm Popee." I felt his grip get tighter on me, making me just now realize he had never let go. "I don't know if I should tell you my name," I said and started to wiggle my arm out of his grasp, scooting away.
"(Y/N), I know you're scared but I would never hurt you," he gave me a pleading expression, but I just stood up and started backing away. "That's my name," I said worriedly. "Yes, yes, I know, just please," He stood up and grabbed me. "We'll stay right here, I'm not going to hurt you. We're out in the open, please just talk to me, I need to hear more of your voice," he held me tight and tried to pull me back. "Well," I whimpered, "you're hurting me now," his eyes widened and he let go of me. He grabbed my arm again gently and started saying sorry over and over. He started rubbing the spot he grabbed over and over.
"Popee?" He smiled wide, looking at me with eyes. "Yes, baby?!" he said, sounding euphoric like he just won a prize. I ignored the 'baby' remark and started, "How did you know my name?". He glanced away, "I know a lot of things about you, I'd like to say I know everything about you. I'm so glad I got to talk to you today. I would've killed myself if I had to wait any longer. You're perfect, I'll keep you safe. I feel you're why I exist. I-"
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