25 Days Of Yandere

December 6th, 2020

December 6th, 2020

It was right in my basement that I had taken him too. The man that had hurt you. I stole him away from his warm bed, away from the comfort of his own home and had him on the cold hard ground of my own territory.

He was a pitiful sight to see

I grinned as I watched him awake from his slumber, though he couldn't do much. I had his waist and legs bound to a chair, his hands separately tied to a table that sat in front of him. I watched as he squirmed like a worm on a hook.

I won't lie, I do have a sadistic streak. I love when people shake in fear, when they scream in pain. It gets my blood pumping and my heart to racing. It's the reason I love to hunt humans.

Don't worry though, I much as I love making you squirm, it won't be because of any malicious deed, but rather sinful pleasure.

I couldn't stop my smile from widening any further at the thought of what all I would do to you. Unfortunately, that was hard to do when I had the bug distracting me and bringing me out of my fantasies.

I take a walk around my playmate, scoping out and planning on what I want to do to him. I think I'll start with his face, take away his features.

I allow the glamor to fall from my body, revealing my true form. My hands, no longer harboring the deadly claws, itch to tear into the man's flesh.

I start with his soft cheeks. My claw sliding along to the corner of his lips, sinks into his skin and drags upwards, creating a grisly one-sided grin on his face. His cries ring through the air and he begins his jerking.

Now, I am one of perfection as you could figure out. I had to give the other side the same treatment and it had to be the exact same, though his movement would make it difficult. So, to restrain his head, I laid my hand on the back of his chair. A vine sprouts from where my hand had touched and slithered up and around his head, ceasing all movements.

And just like that, the man had a beautiful smile.

He had begun begging at this point, asking to be released and that he had money if that was what I wanted.

It wasn't.

I wanted him dead.