Yandere Zack x Reader

Yandere Zack x Reader

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Soon after he escapes prison and steals Rachel away from the asylum, the two flee to another country to safety. Despite everything looking up for the two of them, it things are not all as they seem. Apparently another building just like the one the two had escaped from exists in this new country, and they stole Zack away from Rachel, leaving her with little to no recollection of him. At this place, Zack is the sacrifice, and wanting to hurry out and find Rachel for her sake and his, he teams up with you, as he could not figure much out on his own. Throughout the time that the two of you spend together, you seem to form much more of an unbreakable bond to where Zack's kills start to be for you and only you. Without knowing the whereabouts and safety of his first friend, Rachel, he is much more unstable than before. //Update Schedule: Every Thursday if I can manage. I am back from the dead!! :D
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I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.

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