Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

New Conditions

All of her attention directed itself towards the man, however, when she caught sight of him standing up from the bed. He placed his hands in his pockets and glanced down at her amused. It would appear that he would be entertained by any of her suffering.

Before she could do anything to stop him, he reached down and gripped her wrists. There were already bruises forming there, so the contact wasn't pleasant in the slightest. In the next moment, she found herself being dragged across the floor and towards her room door. "What do you think you're doing?! Where do you think you're taking me?!" she yelled out, hoping that he didn't have her death in mind.

"Well, I can't possess this body forever. Technically, I could, but I don't want any more suspicions forming. Then again, some rumors may spread after this man leaves this house," the male replied, chuckling a little.

"What's that supposed to mean?! Who did you possess?!"

"Am I under any obligation to tell you, little doe? I think not," he replied with a mischievous grin. "Besides, you'll find out soon enough. After all, I need to change this body back into its original outfit."

Due to her current position, she really had no choice but to stare up at him. It was the most comfortable position for her neck. She analyzed his face and features a little more carefully. Beforehand, she had been too caught up in fear, worry and hate to pay much attention to the male's distinct features. Upon close inspection she realized that he did indeed look familiar, yet his current expression didn't fit the person in her memories.

That made sense, however, since presently something possessed him. She could recall a cheery smile, while something would be offered to her. Dark and light blues greeted her eyes. The memory clicked, and her eyes widened. "The mail man?!" she cried out in shock. The male only grinned down at her but gave no verbal answer. Otis's truck was probably still parked outside on the street. He never stayed at a house more than a few minutes if that. Suspicion would definitely be forming.

Things finally started to click in her head. The rumors that would form wouldn't be good. Otis had a wounded lip and cheek. Additionally, there were some hand bruises on his neck. She wouldn't be surprised if there were other bruises starting to form on him from her struggles earlier.

Only her parents and Nathan knew that she was staying here, but some of the neighbors probably figured out that she was watching over the house. They could determine this from either observing her entering the house and not coming back out or from seeing her mother deliver a package to the home. It could be both as well. Then again, that would only be if any of the neighbors saw either of these two things.

From this, several rumors could spread. If some of the neighbors knew that she was staying at the house, they could potentially assume that Otis had attacked her, which wouldn't be wrong. Granted, everyone knew him to be an extremely nice individual, and an attack would seem too out of character. They might figure that he snapped over something but even that seemed odd. Besides, it's not like she could yell out that he had been possessed.

A second option would be that Nathan had gotten into a fight with him. This could only be presumed if they didn't know that she was taking care of the house. The neighbors also would have to keep Otis's appearance from her parents. Otherwise, her parents would inform them that their daughter was at Nathan's house and keeping an eye on it for him.

Lastly, the neighbors, should they know about her summer job, could think that something else occurred between Otis and her. If they saw her condition, it would only give more fuel to that assumption. Of course, it would give credence to the first possibility as well. Regardless, she didn't want that third option to come into light. She wasn't into that kind of thing, but she had a feeling that this entity was. In fact it/he had already made that known.

Soon, though, she noticed that they were in Nathan's bedroom. Within moments she was hoisted up from the ground and placed onto the bed. Her body became tense at the action, especially when he reached over towards her. Thankfully, he only moved the uniform on the bed closer to him.

While he started to take off his shirt, part of her desired to look away. She didn't want to watch him get changed, but she didn't want to divert her gaze either given what he/it was capable of. This left her to look straight ahead and occasionally glance over to him to see what he was doing. During this time frame, she had pulled her shirt back down, having forgotten to do so earlier.

Peering back over to him, she instantly looked away, since he/it was taking off his pants. She heard a chuckle behind her and desired to hit him. "Why do I have to be in here with you?" she muttered out, irritated.

"Well, I can't have you trying to escape again, little doe."

"Tch, what are you anyway?" she asked, since she really didn't know what she was dealing with.

"Hmm, I'd rather not tell you at the moment. You haven't been very kind to me, so I don't think you deserve to know. You're going to have to earn that answer. Still, I can tell you my name. After all I want to hear it roll off of your tongue."