🔥🔪🩸 ━━━ VG | ⧼ STRADE ! ⧽ 書讀. ❛ 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗢 ❜ ⎙ a BTD fanfic ... ! . ╭───╯ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 ━━━ A night full of fun, turns into a night full of fear... •°. *࿐ *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ ıllı ꜝꜝ ⋘ data is loading... ⋙ ﹅ 彡.

!!This work is not for those under the age of 18!! - Companionship. It's not a lot to ask for. A friend. A lover. An enemy. As long as someone knows you're there-they acknowledge your existence- it makes life a little less harsh. It becomes a little easier to breathe; you're not alone anymore. Ren Hana was lonely for a long time. Whether the world was playing a cruel joke or just helping out, it finally brought someone into his life. Strade. Although Strade had odd philosophies, he cared for Ren. So much in fact, he taught Ren how to truly get to know a person. In that way, what they shared was deeper than any normal person could understand. It was abuse by any rational person's standards, but that 'abuse' was what made their bond that much stronger. It wasn't bliss by any means, but it was something. A bond; companionship. Then, Strade was gone. Again, the world was either playing a cruel joke or trying to help. Again, Ren was alone-but it would be different this time- he would take what Strade taught him and create a new companion! It took two years and a lot of planning, but he finally found someone suitable. Lawrence Oleander. It was supposed to be simple, Ren would invite Lawrence to a bar, slip something into his drink, drag him home, and then he could begin his training! At least, that was what was supposed to happen... Playing a cruel joke or trying to help? Only the world knows the answer.

It was just supposed to be a fun night out at a bar to cure your growing melancholy. But everything changed when you met him. When you met Strade. When he abducted you, your life took a turn for the worst. And little did you know, not even death could save you from this nightmare

You went to a bar on a lonely night, hoping to find someone to talk to. You come across a tall tan man who offers to buy you a drink, you accept. (SMUT WARNING, angst, abuse, implied SA and more)

uh so VERY MATURE. people who have watched or played boyfriend to death will know.

After he took you home- ending. You awoken in chains to a fancy bedroom, clearly too expensive and beyond the means of your measly annual salary. Derek, the man who bought you and made you go through the worst of torture in an unknown desert, walks in suited like he owns the entire place, since he probably does. Seizes you by the bare throat and claims with a cocky smirk, "You are my property. Mine." There was not a thing you could do to refute that as you nod tearing up, fearful at the way he looked at you, if looks could kill, he brutalized you. The shining spite through his blue-green eyes, sent your body shaking in regret and self loathing. Complying with any word he says, that's your new way of survival. Begging for his forgiveness, to release yourself from this heavy chained guilt. After all, you did stab him. ----- • started: 8 June 2022, 《This story takes place canon from the erotic horror + Survival game "The price of flesh" by Gatobob! But then goes off headcanon ☆ according to my observations of the characters behaviors 👏☺ MINORS PLEASE Do not play the game!! Just be warned, I'm not responsible for anything except for your viewing pleasure! Warning, the stories I write are always for your, my lovely fellow readers, entertainment and guilty pleasure!! Mature auidences only! Please know this could pretty much be a porn without/with plot story but we all came here for the same thing 👀👍 Let's have fun!! Again, I do not own the game characters!! Only the story and whatever else I make ♡》 Derek is an (allege) esfp personality type! (Me thinks/checked on a personality website 💃) ▪︎This story is mostly headcanon!! In this one, the other captives died (seemingly) and the captors are all alive! This story is my interpretation of Derek! And his psychology♡from the answers Gatobob gave to questions about the characters on tumblr!♡ #I do research, MINORS DO NOT READ OR IDK YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. # abuse romance cause it literally

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤·𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧·𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫. (btd x readers, requests open. cover edited by yours truly. let's get down and dirty, folks.)