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" ...my dearest y/n,
may i place this
knife on your throat- "
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read at your
¡¡ own risk ¡¡
it was highly
requested on
the discord
server so i had
no choice lmao
but it was fun
writing out of
my general way
once again, read
at your own risk.
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it was the soft thuds of your feet that echoed through the dark hallway, running... running...
running for dear life.
the dripping sound of the water from the tap alerted your ears as you hid yourself into the cabinet in the kitchen, hair in your face and blood from your nose. covering your mouth with your shaky hands, you made sure no sounds could be produced from your vocal chords; you stopped from making any slight noise. giving away your position would be the worse thing you could do right now.
your senses had become razor-sharp. you could faintly hear footsteps approaching from the hall outside the kitchen. your stomach tightened, stopping the next scream from escaping.
you were sure of it. on the other side, there was someone coming this way; and judging by the sound, it wasn't the bubbly shy sucrose you would always invite over.
whimpers threatened to slip out, and so you stifled them immediately, covering your mouth even tighter. the hallway out from the kitchen was a straight shot, so escaping without being seen wasn't an option; hiding was your only hope.
once you were sure you had jammed the doors of the cabinet from the inside, you tried to calm your nerves. the unnerving feeling of throwing up came to you quick, like a sack of bricks being dropped onto your head. rapidly, your thoughts grew darker, thinking of the worse cases of scenarios.
you clenched your eyes shut, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. you had no idea what was going to happen in the next few seconds, but you had one thing certain; you were going to stay put, even if that meant you had to remain until the sun rose in this godforsaken mansion.
"y/nnnnn~"
there it was; that scary chilling voice. you couldn't tell who it belonged to, as it was too high in pitch to actually distinguish. the lights were still turned off when you heard someone enter the kitchen, because through the cracks of the cabinet, you saw no light appearing through.
"ohhhh y/nnnnn~"
it was like waiting to get stabbed to death, but very slowly. you actually had no idea where you were, and who you were running from when you woke up from your slumber in a strange bedroom. you just started running became your feet told you to.
you could feel your stomach tighten once you heard the footsteps walking around in the kitchen. it was a spacious room with many places to hide, so you prayed for one thing;
that whoever was out there would just think you weren't in there.
you heard the sounds of glass being smashed outside, as well as a few chairs being flung towards what sounded like the wall. you shivered; whimpering in fear, but you managed to silence your vocals before a scream threatened to escape.
you heard the sound of wood upon wood, then a big thump followed by a bunch of metallic sounds, as if something heavy carrying metal tools was being dumped onto the table. your ears picked up on every single sound, listening intently to the sounds of fumbling through metal.
what was happening out there?
just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, you heard it. the worse sound you could have ever imagined;
the sickening sound of a power drill.
oh god... oh god oh god oh god no-
thats when you lost it. tears were streaming down your face and you began to pee yourself uncontrollably. urine was pooling along the bottom of the cabinet.
no! no stop!
you frantically tried to contract your stomach, forcing yourself to stop. if any of it leaked out from the cabinet and gave away your position, you would be a goner for sure.
please... please stop.
your stomach fought with you; denying you of any ways and shoving you with a painful cramp.
please please not now! don't do this now!
you heard footsteps approaching closer to the cabinet, and it was at that moment the sound of the power drill came closer. you were about to faint right then and there, at this point you just wanted to faint so you wouldn't have to feel what would be coming to you.
"y/nnnnnn~ you always say i need to drill some sense into myself but... i can't help it... i just love you so much that it doesn't make sense... so... how about i drill my love into you hmmm?"
oh god that was albedo.
former classmate; ex boyfriend; insane; went to juvenile; attempted murder.
god how could you have stumbled into someone like that. this was his house. his mansion. his. everything was his. he must have kidnapped you while you weren't aware of your surroundings, because you couldn't remember anything.
you were crying so much that nothing was worth hiding anymore. you were about ready to scream and cry; practically wanting to beg him. you waited until you felt like he came close enough to the cabinet, and forcefully pushed opened the cabinet doors, which slammed into him, and knocked him over slightly, dropping the power drill.
you came out of the cabinet, but since you hadn't moved for such a long time, your legs were like jelly, and fate wasn't so kind to you; so you fell.
you tried to get up, the fear eating you bit by bit; as you watched him get up to his feet, his dark glowing eyes eying you like fresh prey. your legs were still so limpy, and you just started to lose hope with every shuffle you took towards the kitchen door.
you wanted to leave; all you needed to do was stand up; please, all you needed was to stand up. just stand up, and run! stand.
please just get up-
as if on cue, you felt a cold hand grip your shoulder, and pulled you in.
"caught you~"
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"nightmare again?"
you rubbed the sides of your head while you gulped down the water albedo gave you as you sat on the big sized bed next to you. your body was still numb, trying to get used to the feeling of being shook awake.
your vision was hazy, and no matter how many times you tried to blink away the sleep, it just wouldn't happen. you felt albedo put his hands on your shoulder as you place the cup on the nightstand while he came closer to you, kissing you on the lips.
nightmare?
he ran his fingers dangerously slowly all over your body, kissing you tenderly; softly. you couldn't feel it, you felt like you were still dreaming. it was so bright, and your vision was too blurry.
albedo slowly pushed you back down on the bed as he pinned your hands above your head, kissing you ever so gently. he pulled away and smiled at you, knowing that you were still dizzy and half numb to everything he was doing.
"oh my sweet y/n," he cooed, stroking your cheek as he pulled out a small bottle of pills from underneath the pillows. "you just never learn do you?"
nightmare...? that wasn't a nightmare... was it?
you blinked rapidly as you caught your breath, trying to move, but your body was too weak to move; and albedo was already on you, pinning you down. he smiled tenderly at you as he saw the panicked look in your eyes.
"oh? oh no no no, of course i wouldn't hurt you my sweet darling," he said dangerously, leaning in to hush you as your tears slowly leaked from the corners of your eyes. "oh please... shhh.. don't cry, don't cry my dearest y/n... its not good for you~"
that wasn't a nightmare... it was real... this was real...
he held up the pill bottle and shook it in front of your hazy vision. he smiled, once again stroking your tear-stained cheek. "sorry, did i overdose you? i just wanted you to feel better from shock~"
"w-what... what did you... what..."
"what did i do to you? oh honey no no no, its not what i did, its what you made me do," he said, slightly in an alarming tone. he sat on your stomach as he gripped the bottle of pills tightly in his hands as he smirked at you, slightly laughing. "y-you see i... i just hate it when you don't listen! why... why don't you wanna love me? like how i love you?"
"albedo..."
he ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair as he looked down at you; hysteria in his eyes and laughter inside his cold heart. "aha... ahahahahahah! y/n... y/n oh god... i could die for you! oh y/n! you have no idea how insane i am for you!"
oh i have some idea...
you cried even more, not being able to take in the hysterically insane laughs from him. although he wasn't pinning you on the bed anymore, you were too scared to move; fearful that he might have a knife underneath those fluffy pillows.
"oh y/n i love you so much!"
he screamed, burying his hands into his hair as he laughed. he wanted to marry you; he wanted to keep you locked up and feed you; bathe you; he wanted to do everything to you. he wanted to dress you up, and he wanted to kill anyone who dared spoke two words to you.
you were his.
you were his.
you were his.
you were fucking his.
"albedo... thats not what love is..." you cried, your own tears making you feel insecure. what if he liked tears? what if he liked seeing you cry? it would just edge him on even more, and you'd never be able to escape.
he calmed down a little on the laughing and yelling and then leaned down to you, biting on your lower lip as he traced it with his tongue. he licked your lips before he kissed you again, wanting to feel your lips.
you didn't want to kiss him back; you felt so disgusted. the drugs were slowly controlling your mind, having you do things you didn't want to. you locked your lips with his and wrapped your arms around his neck so he could deepen the kiss.
you hated doing this; but the drugs he made you swallow flipped your mind. you were already on the bed with him, and there was no going home. he had kept you here.
it was his home.
it was your home.
it is our home.