Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Midnight drinks

TW: (MENTIONS OF) SEXUAL ASSAULT

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 IN THE REAL WORLD

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Harper stared at you with soft eyes as you slept the night away. She propped her head up with a hand and used her unoccupied one to gently stroke the side of your face.

You looked troubled even though you're unconscious. Your face muscles are tense and your lips are pulled into a frown. Harper quietly and tenderly brought the blanket up to your shoulders. After that, she lovingly caressed your arm under the sheets.

It's been a few weeks since the last 'punishment' session. You've been such a obedient little girl to Harper since then. It seems like the blonde's sexual urges has been quenched too, the extreme sexual abuse has died down considerably. Though, there are still the occasional groping and other non-consensual touches.

She loves this. You, being so submissive towards her. She has complete control over you now, no more pushing away, no more rejection, no more frustrating teasings, no more playing hard to get. If she wants something, she'll just take it or force herself onto you.

Harper sighed dreamily as she shuffled closer to you, enjoying your warmth and presence. She clicked her tongue, why did she not just... do this in the first place? She wasted so much money and time trying to 'woo' you, and what did she get in return? Rejection after rejection, heartbreak after heartbreak.

"Ungrateful." She whispered before kissing your forehead, making you writhe in your sleep.

Harper would still serve you the world on a silver platter if you're enough of a good girl to her.

The blonde licked her lips as she fiddled with your collar. It's something to remind you of your place, Harper's property.

She closed the distance between your head and her chest, your cheek is slightly mushed against her. Harper's chipped, manicured fingers began sensually running through your (h/c) hair.

Harper smiled, content with her life now. She stared at that one particular photo of you on the wall, her best 'candid' photo. Before chaining you down to her den, that photo was the closest thing to the real you.

And now... she has you. You're all hers, nothing can take you away from her.

As for you... you wonder what happened to that man... Lizard? Is it? Did Harper kill him? Did he decide not to get into her business? Well, you don't blame him, she could easily drive a deadly pellet of lead through his brain.

You felt alone, trapped in this hell with no way to escape. No finances, no friends, no family...

Harper widened her eyes for brief second seeing tears streaming down your face. She carefully wiped them away with her thumb and began murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

Then, you woke yourself up by choking on your tears. Your tired eyes shot open as you hack uncontollably, trying to get that drop of pain out of your windpipe.

Harper immediately sat you up and patted your back.

She won't ask you about your tears as she already know it is the product of her sexual maltreatment towards you. It does pain her to see you like this, but in her degenerated mind, you deserved it. She thought, if she never put you through this, you will 'never learn'.