BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Suga: This is all Just a Game

Warning: Mature content. Suggestions to mature themes. Be careful cuz I know u GUYZ be reading anyways ;)
Your POV (yay back to awesome reader!):

Running as fast as I could, I tried to get away from that man.

"(Y/n), where are you going?" The voice calls from the darkness of the road.

Clad in nothing but a tank top and and shorts, my barefeet hit the concrete and the tiny rocks that came with it.

I duck Into an ally, hitting a dumpsters and causing the sound to echo of walls. I hide behind the gate, trying my best to control my breathing and my rapid heart beat.

"This is really fun, you know that?" The voice of Yoongi makes it to my ears and I whimper a little. "This game of hide and seek. But you know the punishment if you're found, right?"

There's a scraping of a knife against brick and I squeeze my eyes shut.

He won't find me, he won't find me. He won't find me. He won'thewonthewonthewonthewont

There's a long silence and I release a shaky breathe.

I stand up from my hiding spot and peak from the gap of buildings. He isn't there. Thank God-

"Got you!" A hand wraps around my waste and the other a cloth to my mouth. "You lost." The ownerless voice said and I breathed in the sweet toxen before falling limp into his arms.

I wake up on a hard surface, neck sore and gag stuffed into my mouth. My hands are tied in front with tight rope and my ankles are chained together. My eyes are watering at the sight of a crossed legged man in front of me, a smirk dominating his handsome features.

"Hello baby," he starts. "It's punishment time." He reaches over to a near deck of cards and fans them in front of me. "Choose your punishment."

I shake my head and he only snaps. Before I knew it, there is a pain from the grip of his hand on my hair and his face is millimetres from mine.

"Choose, or I'll do it for you." He lets go and I begin to shake terribly. "Atta girl. I like it when you're scared of me."

My trembling hand goes to the card near the end, he flips it up and a few words are on it.

"Expose the modesty." He reads and chuckles darkly. Our eyes make eye contact and I shake my head. "That means your clothes are coming off." He stands up and makes his way to the nearby table, fishing for a knife. Meanwhile, I scurry away from him, trying to wiggle on the cold tile floor. He only makes a beeline towards me and kneels to grab my waist.

I cry into the gag as touch hands make their way under the back of my shirt and rub my spine.

"Aw, don't cry. I'll make it all better."

I shake my head and squint my eyes, denying my situation and hoping to jerk away from his touch.

A cold feeling of a makes its way under my tank top and rips my shirt. I scream as it travels from the top all the way to the bottom, allowing him to pull my shirt off.

I don't let him.

I refuse to.

"Don't...struggle..." He whispers into my ear but I press my arms to my chest, determined for him not to take my bra off. I am earned a slap on the cheek and a blade marking my back.

"Bad girl...you are supposed to obey me." He tsks before pushing me on to my back and kissing me harshly. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

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I lean against the door, lungs panting with exhaustion and he only stares at my bare frame, eyes roaming all over my sitting form. His bare torso glistens with sweat and smiles at me. Tear streaks sting my cheeks and I cry continuously.