BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Suga: Are You Scared of Me?

"Next." With a wave of my hand, the next group of prisoners are ushered out of the room.

"Sir, these are from the Burgrian Kingdom." My knight stood beside my golden throne, a scroll in hand. "Prisoners of war, men and women alike."

"Send them in," I place a hand to my chin, stroking it doubtfully. It is rather boring just sitting here and dismissing prisoners to the gallows or dungeons. Maybe it would be fun if I could steal one of them...nah. It's bad for my image.

The grand doors open with multiple creeks and the clanking if chains and shuffling reached my ears. The rancid, puke stimulating smell made me want to reel, but I held a composed image. A smirk laced with poison and the crown of a powerful emperor resting upon my head.

The group of prisoners are ushered to the front, chains only increasing my paranoia and my eye twitches.

"Number 7291?" With the wave of my hand, a guard points to the man in front.

He trembles, head Balding and pathetically skinny, a twinge of pity almost wanted to betray me.

"Last words?" I smile at him, knowingly full well that I would send him to his death.

"Your highness! Please spare me! I have done nothing wrong! I can become one of your subjects!" He begins to prattle on. Childhood, tragedy, the same story that goes and goes and goes and...

"ENOUGH!" I announce and everyone jumps. The prisoner in front only whimpers and quivers at my charismatic and terrorizing form.

"Traitor." I hear a whisper and I turn to see a girl, near the age of 18, teeth bared and fists balled in anger. "Traitor to Burgria."

"Prisoner 3026" I say and she freezes. "Present yourself before me."

She doesn't move. I snap my fingers and she's dragged to the front.

"Eyes on me." She is a tough one to break. The guards force her chin, and her gaze is poisonous. I almost flinch at the hatred, malice and worst of all, sadness that is directed all towards me. Her feelings warped themselves onto my body, slowly consuming me in that very gaze. She wears nothing but a rag, barely covering her malnutritioned frame, they are dirty, as if she has been pushed down a lot. By the scrapes of her knees and bare ankles, I assume she has.

"Sir." A guard says firmly and I shake my head from the spell. I resume my position.

"A traitor you say?" I ask her. She doesn't reply. "Traitor or not. All your fates rest in the very palm of my hand." I hold my hand and demonstrate a crushing grip. "You're all going to die."

"No." She finally speaks? "There is a way. Your country will perish along with the King. You may kill us all, but what's the use? You will only fuel the anger of others. We aren't alone."

A silence in the hall and after a minute of not even the slightest clank, I start to laugh. Boy, do I like her.

"I'm going to keep you." I announce. She struggles suddenly and I raise an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be rejoicing?"

" I rather die then be with you." Her chains jingle with a threatening sound and I flinch. Slightly. The dark circles around her eyes are no kidding. The hollowness of her cheeks makes her more scary. However, it's those eyes. She's seen too much. Those eyes, they make me want to flee, but I use my pride as my shield and guard me against her. Hopefully at the end of this, those eyes will not be so solemn anymore.

I hop down the steps of the throne-stage, each heel of my polished shoe echoing across the marble floor as I halt in front of her kneeling frame.

"Do you have a name?" I ask her. She does not speak.

This irritates me. Infuriates, perhaps. There is a flash of steel, and the girl cranes her neck to the ceiling, a golden knife glinting dangerously in the moody atmosphere of the throne room. "I said...do you have a name?" I place some pressure, and I hear one whimper. Perfect.

"(y/n)..." She gasps, her voice as weak as her skeleton body.

"Hmph. Are you scared of me?" I bury my eyes into hers, my soul reaching for any signs of weakness in those eyes. (y/n)'s eyes suddenly catch mine, and the chills roll down my chest and into my stomach.

"No..." There is a little hesitation. I smirk and release her.

"You will come to." There is a vein of blood, dripping down her neck and her head is still craned upwards. My head leans forward and I stick out my tongue, catching the blood and drinking it in. It tasted sweet. (No I am not a vampire)

She grimaces and stiffens at contact. (y/n) then tries to lean back, but my hand catches her back and pushes in. She whines in pain and I only chuckle deeply.

"I'm going to have fun breaking you." The whisper is quiet and I leave a light kiss.

"Bastard."

It has come to my attention that everyone, including my guards, are starting at us now. I readjust my clothes and stand straight. It is only then that the girl in front of me finally relaxes, her head drooping and lips curled with utter disgust. I smile with an evil glint shining and sit back down on my throne. A led draping over the arm and a wave of my hand. Send these prisoners to the cells below. The guards move to pick the girl on ground. "Take this one to my chambers. It's time she learns who her master is from now on."

(y/n) hyperventilates suddenly, her face cringing with remorse and disgust. I shrug my shoulders. Here in the Min Kingdom, it's either do or die.

"You'll pay for your crimes." Her voice ascends into a yell. "I WILL PERSONALLY SEE THE FALL OF THE MIN ERA!!"

"Yes you will..." I smirk at her leaving form. "You will see it as the top of the castle, beside me as my pet."

"Sir... the next batch is ready." The guard rips me from my dark fantasies and I sigh.

"Next!"

Not really possessive, but I think it's okay...
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