How Does Ghostface, Frank, Trickster, And Joey React To A Survivor With A Voice Like Corpse Husband?

how does ghostface, frank, trickster, and joey react to a survivor with a voice like corpse husband?

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Killers react to survivor who has a voice like Corpse

Ghostface

He has seen you from afar but when he heard your voice he was shocked

And it went to his dick

Man was hard asf

Also like how the fuck is your voice that deep

He loves to hear your voice

Frank

Jealous

He wants your voice

How come you get blessed

Pouts

Secretly loves to listen to your voice

Trickster

Such a lovely voice 😍❤️❤️❤️

*hisoka moan* he licks his lips

He can't wait to make you (s)cream :))))

If only he could put your voice int one of his songs :'(

Joey

Woah

Completely taken aback

How is it that deep

Very curious (and intimidated)

Is it possible for you to write ghostface with a reader who is a dbd killer rather than a survivor? If yes, how about reader is kind of a yandere to ghostface? Like anytime any survivors get close to him and manage to escape after, the reader immediately just kills them right after because they thought ghostface let them go because “he liked them”. I wanna see how you’d think he’d react to that! ;0 And sorry for the long request lol

I can write for killer! reader lolol

Ghostface with a yandere reader

You gritted your teeth when you heard that Kate survived against Danny. She got to close to him and was definitely into him. It pissed you off that some whore was trying to steal your man. You would show that bitch not to mess with him.

Before you went into a trial you begged the Entity to bring Kate. Your promised lots of blood and suffering. The Entity heard your pleas and granted your wish. You grinned when you saw the blonde bitch working on a gen.

You full on sprinted at her and brought your weapon down on her. She screamed and ran off. A wicked grin spread on your face and you chased after her. She looped you but you managed to get her down. You hit her once again and kicked her in the side. "Your a stupid fucking bitch if you thought I was going to let you get away with flirting with my man" you looked down at her with a dark gaze.

She coughed up blood and whimpered, she looked up at you with wide eyes. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to a hook. You threw her on there and grinned at her screams. You hit her again and again and again. You spat at her and left looking for other survivors.

You found one and chased after them. Kate was unhooked so you went to find her. You found her trying to heal at a boon. You snuck up on her and slammed your weapon onto her head. You then left her there to bleed. You found the other survivors and hooked them.

You threw them all in basement and you grinned. You walked around the map looking for Kate. You hummed a random tune and then you heard hatch. You saw Kate crawling to it. You cackled which alerted Kate, her eyes widened and she panicked. She started to crawl faster, tears fell down her face. You were closer and as she touched the edge of hatch you slammed it down.

She let out a pained scream, her fingers were caught. She was sobbing and shaking her head. "Please I wasn't flirting with Ghostface I swear!!" She pleaded

You scoffed and your boot hit her head you kept kicking it. Blood oozed out of it and her cries were louder. You brought your weapon down on her hand severing it off. Your eyes widened and you laughed. You dragged the bloody weapon against her back, cutting her flesh. More blood gushed out and her cries got quieter and her head slumped against the ground. You the stabbed her in her neck ending her pathetic life.

When the trial ended you went immediately went to find Danny. But he was no where to be found. You frowned and let out a frustrated huff.

Danny who was at the edge of the survivor camp was watching them. He saw the survivors in your trial come back. He saw Kate all shaken up, tears stained her cheek. He was curious and tilted his head. Claudette came to comfort her and say her down. Kate explained what happened and was shaking. You were more brutal then any other killer. But it seemed liked her tits and blonde hair couldn't save her this time.

Danny's eyes widened when he heard what all happened. He grinned and headed off to see you. So it seems he's got a little admirer. He licks his lips as fantasies flood his mind.

When he sees you at the camp he calls your name. Your head snaps toward him and your face lights up. Blush coats your face and you grin. He brings a finger up and signals you to come. You immediately get up and follow him. You walk a little into the woods away from the two camps.

"So I've heard you got a little crush on me" he smirks underneath the mask. You jump a bit a the question and stutter. "U-uh yeah.." you look away he brings his hand to your head and make you look at him. "I'm flattered sweetheart, really...it's so nice to know that your obsessed with me..." He pauses "So would you do anything for me..?" Without missing a beat you say "Yes of course! Anything for you Danny!" Your hands shake

"Then get on your knees" his masks eyes stare at you. You immediately drop to your knees and look up at him with a look that sends blood to his dick.

Ok that's it I think you know what about you happen;))) also sorry it's bad :/ but overall Danny would be flattered and excited to have someone so obsessed with him.

I loveee it so so much. It was super good!!

|| Till Death Do Us Part ||

Pairing: Yandere!Kai Chisaki x Afab!Reader

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, DARK CONTENT, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, human remains, murder mentions, noncon/sexual assault, knives, slapping, flashbacks, kidnapping, murder, attempted murder, abuse, PTSD, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, nightmares, reader and kai are trauma bonded, injections, drugs, swearing, name calling, reader is called a bitch, possesive kai chisaki, yandere kai chisaki, reader is held captive, reader is given an unknown drug, reader isn't allowed outside for several years, death, character death, major character death, stabbing, blood and injury, domestic violence, violence, crying, yandere, reader is dragged by their hair, drugged reader, mental health issues, AFAB Reader, descriptions of afab anatomy, disturbing themes; if i missed anything please lmk!

A/n: Hi there! This is a reupload so no need to get too excited, but it is the work i am most proud of so if you happen to read it ily and thank you sm <3 enjoy gamers

Tags: @dxlucs @kxeyas @suyacho

WC: 10.8k

Summary: No one knows where you vanished approximately five years ago. No one knows that a certain yakuza member has had you locked up in some underground hellhole. No one knows the awful and horrible things he's done to you during that time, and if you don't act fast no one will.

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I didn’t mean to do it

I didn’t mean to do it 

I didn’t mean to do it

Sure you didn’t. Just like you didn’t mean to get locked inside his dingy basement, doomed to be forgotten with the slow passing of time. You didn’t mean to get captured. You didn’t plan on any of this, but it happened, nonetheless. Denying your part in fate’s sick game would only further your demise. 

There you knelt on the cold hard floor crying out for someone as if you were the victim. Oh, how you’d fallen from grace. Your wings clipped, crown cracked down the middle, white cloth stained with the truth of your sins; your fate had been set the second you breathed air. Although, now that I think about it were you the victim? Or perhaps, your captor was the perfect villain, the true embodiment of evil. Maybe, you were too perfect for him to resist, too tempting for him to turn a blind eye to. How can you trust the night to not devour the sun? Just as you could trust the cruel to have mercy on the weak, you couldn’t. 

The two of you were the perfect balance of good and evil, and just like night that swallowed the sun and all it’s light, you too would become nourishment for Kai’s strength. You always left him hungry for more, constantly leaving him thirsty for the taste of blood, your blood. 

What a waste.

“Hello, my love.” 

You felt a gloved hand caress your face and jolted back, hitting your head against the brick wall in the process. It was pitch black, too dark for you to see anything. Even though you couldn’t see anything you knew who spoke to you. Terror surged throughout your body, reminding you where you were and with whom. With both arms pressed against the cold wall, your palms pushed against the brick wall—wishing a hidden door would reveal itself and free you from this nightmare—your chest heaved up and down, frantic and quick. 

He leaned in slowly as his hand reached for yours, “Don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you.” 

It was that exact lie which led you to be held against your will in the first place. You knew his true intentions and that sent a cold shiver down your spine, your blood ran cold and you swore you saw your own breath in the air. It was that same cunningness and charm that had you running back into his arms, whimpering like a scared child finding refuge and comfort in someone greater and wiser than themselves. 

You had a beautiful life back home: family, friends, a nice home, and a face so mesmerizing that the sun smiled upon it; and yet, his believable lies and false sense of security took that away in an instant.  

He promised you a life where you’d never dream of leaving him, and you believed him! While he spewed lie after lie he smiled to himself, knowing you’d never leave him. Kai would make sure you never left unless you left in a coffin, and even then he wouldn’t dream of giving you that peace. Till death do us part? Ha, not even death could get you away from him, the moment he laid eyes on you he decided you were his alone. 

He’d been following you for days, he wanted to admire you from afar. He spent many nights watching you through your window, smiling to himself over how graceful and kind you were. You were the type of person who’d never give him the time of day, but he wanted you and he’d have you. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and after many months of following you home and spending countless nights watching you: he got you. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched his hand slowly reach for you. Your teeth chattered as your body crawled towards him eagerly against your will, your mind screamed to be let out to make its own decision, but it was too late. In the small moment it took for you to reach him, allowing him to caress your skin with that intimate glow in his eye, it was just enough time for him to grab you by your hair and drag you along the concrete, while you kicked and screamed. 

“You stupid bitch!” he spat. 

His words pierced your skin and injected you with a hate so contagious you nearly coughed on it, and looking into his black eyes you saw your fate written in blood. You were met face to face with your judge, jury, and executioner. The worst part was the silence which numbed everything, the entire world went mute as he spat threat after threat. His lips bounced from one emotion to another, different each time, but when his mouth curved in excitement you saw your murder play out before you. His lips were soft and comforting, they were disgusting and repulsive, but most importantly they showed you your obituary.

 He threw you onto the ground and kicked you in the ribs, hard . He then knelt down beside you, making firm eye contact with you. He’d studied you for nearly a year, trapped you underground for several years (five to be precise), and spent all his free time taunting you; so he knew how you’d react to a number of things. Still, that didn’t stop him from doing this cruel game of his whenever you made a mistake. It brought him joy seeing your hope crumble, turning to dust in the palm of your hands. He found enjoyment in your misery and hopelessness.

Again he took a fistful of your hair, but this time he was more tender about it. He stared into your eyes, his features softened to something cold and empty. You watched as the color left his body, his eyes, lips, etc. and felt your heart sink into your stomach. He always did this when he… when he…

“Come on”— he scooped you up and cradled your body in his arms, nuzzling his head against yours—“You’re dirty. I have to clean you.” 

His voice was void of any and all emotion, it was as if he as incapable of feeling anything at all. In reality he felt a wide range of emotions, maybe stronger than you did, but the truth was he was simply somewhere else. Even though you hated him, deep down, you hoped wherever it was he’d gone off to that it was warm; that he was treated kindly and he was being held with tenderness. 

You sat upright suddenly, feeling something wet against your skin and a sound that hurt your ears so bad. What could be so loud that it woke you up so deep underground? It wasn’t Kai because if it was you’d know . Your eyes searched the concrete room for the cause of it, but you found nothing. Something warm pressed itself against your cheeks, more wetness pooled against your face and gradually your vision returned. 

“Hey, can you hear me? Sweetheart, I need you to breathe. Focus on your breathing for me”— you gasped as you finally became lucid— “Yes, yes. Yes, good just like that. Good you’re doing so good sweetie just keep going for me. That’s it…” 

What happened and why is he being nice of all things. No, he was being way more than nice he was taking care of you, Kai was loving you as if you were precious to him. 

Did it happen again? 

As you became more grounded in reality you quickly realized that sound was you , it was you wailing and screaming. That wetness was you crying. You had a nightmare that was all. So, why was he protecting you, tending to you, for such a childish reason? It shouldn’t feel nice, his hand holding your head against his chest carefully, the soft utterances that consoled you, and the addicting warmth of his body; but in that moment nothing felt more like home than his arms. 

He pet your long hair and in return you hummed in sync with him, you wove your hands under his shirt and rubbed his bare skin. His muscles tightened reflexively in response, feeling the urge to push you away. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t, instead he pressed you against him tighter. You clung to him, gripping him painfully close. Tears continuously fell down your cheeks as the constant fear that he might abandon you here and leave you for dead ate away at you. 

He pulled away to tip your head upwards, gently holding your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes locked onto yours, he looked at you with such unconditional love. It was that look, that glimmer in his eyes, the way he smiled, and the smoothness of his commands that kept you in this cycle for years. It was his love that kept you here regardless of how many cuts, bruises, or broken bones he gave you. Because how could someone with a beautiful face like that be bad? If he was so horrible for beating you when you flinched, then why did his reassurances put you in immediate ease? 

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, pulling back with a soft smile. 

“Let’s get to bed. Okay?” 

You nodded in agreement and curled up under his arm, retreating to the comfort of his body. With a soft sigh you quickly fell back asleep. 

The next morning you awoke to Kai standing over you wearing the biggest smile you’d ever seen, and the most genuine one you’ve seen on him . 

Why is he?

He firmly and gently squeezed your shoulders and he stared at you impatiently. You had an eerie feeling you should’ve known what was going on, but you were only left scared and confused instead. He kissed you and pulled away in excitement.

 “This is a day for celebration,” he announced.

You took a slight step back and cringed in disgust. Now you were really confused about what the hell was going on. You weren’t sure what he was up to, but it reeked of something truly vile. Thankfully, he was too wide eyed and hyper to notice your disdain, and pulled you onto his lap to explain everything. 

He cupped your cheek, “You really don’t remember?” 

You stared back blank faced, even more confused than before. That bad feeling in your stomach grew the more excited he became. You averted your gaze and looked to the side, hoping whatever this was would end quickly. 

He motioned for you to look at him, rubbing his thumb against your cold cheek. 

“This is the day you came here five years ago,” he said with a soft smile.

All you could do was stare back in horror. How he said it—worded it—made it sound like you were a willing participant, like you wanted to endure this hell. This was sick even for him. He continued to stare at you with an elated expression and you stared back in terror.

This whole time he’d kept count. When he kissed you goodnight, the night he broke all of your ribs, and every night before and after he was keeping count like the sick fuck he was. Your stomach began to churn and you felt like you were gonna be sick, it took everything in you not to vomit all over his nice clothes. Your legs wobbled, knees bumping and rubbing against each other from the weakness. 

He was talking, his mouth was moving as it normally did, but you couldn’t hear anything over the spinning of the room. You felt faint, you felt sick, you felt angry. You were enraged and sickened. His true personality was suddenly rising to the surface, and caused your body to shake in a murderous rage. 

 You wanted nothing more than to kill him at that very moment. 

Grabbing your hands he ripped you out of your trance, “I have a surprise for you. I’ve been waiting a long time to give it to you. Follow me.”

He pulled you into a hidden room you’d never seen before. Studying the door as he worked on the lock you concluded this had to be his room. Had it always been there? 

He brought you inside and told you to close your eyes and turned you so you faced the wall. After some time of listening to the background noises you felt two large palms cover your eyes. You never realized just how big they were compared to yours, not to mention warm and inviting. As ashamed as you were to admit it they brought you a fucked up type of comfort, one only he could give you. 

Even through all the torture he put you through, at the end of the day it was his body you wanted to curl up next to. That’s what made it all worth it. Why you endured all the broken bones, bloody sweat and tears, because at the end of the day you could crawl into his arms and relax. He could do the unthinkable to you—and he did— and you’d still come crawling back to him.

Every mark on your pretty skin could easily be mended by his delicate kisses. At the end of the day it was him, it was him you came home to and it was him you yearned for. It was Kai you cried to and reached out for when you first heard the snap of your bones, clawing at the concrete for any small comfort he would give you. You could forgive him for the physical abuse, his cruel words, and the bruises on your skin, but you could never forgive him if he abandoned you. 

Slowly, he led you in front of a bed dressed covered in light brown sheets, carefully turning you around so you were facing the bed. 

He removed his hands, “Open.”

Opening them you saw an outfit laid out on the bed that he hand picked for you on this celebratory day. Glancing at the finer details and the numerous articles of clothing, your eyes locked on the undergarments that sat beside the outfit, you became nauseous just imagining yourself in them. The outfit was a combination of pinks and brown shades, and the undergarments were a painfully bright white color. You turned pale upon noticing that minor detail and a bad feeling began to fester inside of you. 

Kai analyzed your reaction intensely, the air was thick and you could feel the lump in your throat grow bigger and bigger with each passing second. Internally you hoped and prayed he’d speak first, begging whatever higher power to let you off easy just this once . Finally, he spoke up. 

He pressed, “Do you like it?” Eyes still locked onto you. 

You swallowed hard, choosing your words very carefully. 

Your voice trembled, “It’s perfect.”

Looking up you gave him a weak smile and waited for a response, a reaction, anything . He stared for a what seemed like forever before he smiled joyfully and leaned down and planted a kiss on yourmouth. You held back the urge to cry and wince. He was revolting, but you deepened the kiss regardless. 

Afterwards, he cleaned you head to toe and dressed you. He even took the time to apply makeup and bandage your wounds per usual. Kai wasn’t the gentle type when he cleaned you, ‘purified you,’ as he always said. Unfortunately it left you with many wounds and rashes too often. It burned at first, his harshness and your body bare for him to see, but eventually the shock passed and you were left with only a stinging numbness.

He’d taken care of you for so long that you began to wonder if you’d ever be able to make it on your own, that’s if you ever managed to escape. He brought you to a tall, elegant mirror to admire his creation, fluffing and positioning your hair just the way he wanted. All you could do was stand still and obedient, allowing him to do as he pleased with you, and still, that numbness buzzed throughout your whole body. 

You knew better than to speak or move so much as an inch, especially when Kai was in such a good mood. It would be a nightmare for the both of you and you didn’t need that right now. He stopped  suddenly, pulling a loose brick from the wall and grabbing a medium sized box. Trying to not lose your composure and stare too hard at the box—and failing badly—you caught sight of the gold paint, and rich jewels that decorated this vintage chest. Regardless of your fear you stared for quite some time and it became increasingly hard to look away the longer you stared. You knew if he saw you he might lash out, hurt you, or worse; but it took an abundance of self control to finally return to your reflection. 

Curiosity overcame you, wanting to know what was in that box and what it was for. Your theories and questions were finally put to rest and his eyes met yours again, he held out a mask similar to his own.  The colors, design, and the jewels, complimented his mask almost perfectly. Gently he put it on you, making strong eye contact the entire time. 

You didn’t know how to react, your heart beat erratically. You felt faint and dug your nails into the inside of your palms, and held your breath while doing so. You counted in your head, frozen in place, as you waited for him to finish. 

Finally he pulled back, “What do you think?” 

He stroked your hair while you gathered your words, which came out much easier than before.

You lifted your eyes up so it looked as if you smiled, “I love it.” 

You wanted to ask what its purpose was but you knew better than to talk out of turn around Kai. 

He abruptly yanked you by your wrist and pulled you until you faced the foot of the stairs, the one that sat behind that giant soundproof wall. All you could do was stare and shake in your spot, you were frozen in time. So many questions rushed through your head, but none of the answers you came up with made sense. In that moment you couldn’t even rejoice for a chance at freedom, because the mere thought nearly brought you to tears. 

You no longer wanted to leave him or this place. Instead you jumped into his arms and clung to the arm nearest to you, sniffling and shaking like a frightened child. Was this your punishment for misbehaving? Had you not been the obedient pet you thought you were? Or had your worst nightmare come true, had he finally grown tired of you? Was he going to toss you aside like a broken toy? Were you finally the ugly and tattered doll you always feared you’d turn into? 

No that’s impossible

That’s… it’s just… wait- no this ca-

He pulled you tight against his chest, humming a familiar lullaby. He was warm, he was home, and this here, this was your home. 

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked at him with puffy eyes, pleading with him to stay behind. He watched with a tender smile as tears rolled down your face, and looked at you reassuringly. 

“Where are we going?” You asked hesitantly. 

He looked up at the stairs and then back to you, still smiling. 

“We”— he gripped your hip—“are going outside.” 

While he began walking up the stairs with you, your mind went erratic. What could possibly be his reasoning to bring you outside of all places. You were confused and terrified. There could only be one explanation to this madness, and it was that Kai was truly insane. A weird and foreign feeling boiled inside you the closer you reached the top. It had been so long since you’ve been outside. 

Did the clouds still look the same? Were the buildings still towering over those cheap apartment complexes? What had changed? Had anything changed? Questions flooded your mind like rushing water, and all of them would be answered the minute you hit the sunlight. Your knees wobbled, breathing became shallow, and as you muttered anxiously under your breath you crushed Kai’s hand in yours. 

Looking down at your shivering body he was overcome by a feeling of pride, he was full of excitement. It was all coming together. Finally, his plan was working and you were the centerpiece, the key to success. He need only have you devote your life to him no matter the price, and sadly, it was working. 

Finally, your eyes met with the light and it burned. You hid your face into his chest wincing in pain, balling the fabric of Kai’s clothes in your fist. It’s understandable you would react this way, it had been five years living underground, after all. You hadn’t even stepped outside and already you couldn’t handle the taste of freedom. 

“Here,” he grabbed your arm, injecting you with some sort of liquid. 

“Ouch!” You whined, eyes blown wide in anxiety and fear. 

What did he just do?

“Sorry”— he gave you an apologetic smile— “This’ll help with the sunlight. Otherwise, you will be in a lot MORE than pain than this.” 

You remained silent. 

“Do you understand?” He asked sternly, giving you a stern look. 

You whispered, “Yes, sir.” Avoiding all eye contact with him, you had a gut feeling that doing so would be dangerous at this moment. 

“Come”— he wrapped an arm around yours—“Let’s celebrate my dear.” 

Or maybe, he had trained you well. 

Kai treated you like royalty bringing you to any shop that caught your fancy and buying you anything you wanted, and surprisingly you’d kept a low profile. He was a tad shocked that no one had noticed who you were, who he was. Sure, he’d chosen this part of the city because of how secluded it was, how far it was from your old residence, but he was shocked nonetheless. 

Kai would occasionally glance at missing posters sprawled across the town, pinned to electrical poles, taped to windows everywhere, and yet, he didn’t recognize a single one of them. You weren’t on those wanted posters. You’re probably thinking that sort of thing should relieve him, but quite the opposite. Had everyone truly forgotten about you? Were you that forgettable? Not a family member, friend, partner, anyone? 

Sure he wanted you all to himself. He loved it when your eyes gleamed and sparkled for him, your arms wrapped tightly around him, but what fun is it if you weren’t in pain. Where was the excitement? It was suspicious and quite frankly it angered him, he was enraged . There’s no way someone could just forget you . If anything you were remarkable, your face should’ve been plastered on billboards. Nobody wanted you. Nobody looked for you and that made his heart wrench.

He couldn’t have his precious doll lingering in the world like this, you deserved more than this. He vowed to fix this. Returning his focus back to you, he analyzed your facial expressions, body language, how you spoke, what you said and when you said it. With your arm hooked in his he made sure to take notice of every itty bitty detail, it wasn’t just because you intrigued him in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, but also he couldn’t trust you yet. Kai had just reintroduced you to the outside world, and regardless if you’d live out in the public eye more than you had underground, he needed to keep a close eye on you.

Your face lit up like a child on Christmas, skin void of any and all markings and blemishes. He enjoyed seeing you like this in an odd way. Although, he preferred you with bruises and eyes welling with tears, begging on your hands and knees for forgiveness. Perhaps, he was being too greedy, though. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his trance from a tug at his shirt, and your honeyed voice calling his name. He looked at your widened eyes with a soft sincere smile, and pushed your hips against his. 

“Yes?” he questioned.  

 A false sense of security loomed over your head like a rain cloud, just waiting for the right moment to strike and rip it from your hands. Kai remained smiling lovingly as he held your hand in his, but the thick tension surrounding you two was proof that your safety was on the brink of extinction. As you tried to find reasoning, a memory or words he’d said to prove he was the volatile man you truly believed he was, you came up with nothing. Nothing but hushed remarks, gentle compliments, and passionate moments of tenderness and love. Maybe it was my imagination , you thought.

Brushing that thought away you spoke, “I wanted to know if I-we could go in there”—pointing at a nearby store—“That yellow store.” 

Looking past you he examined the front window of the store to reassure himself, he noticed a few interesting items. It even appealed to him in some way. That was reassuring enough, and so, he placed his hand on your back and pulled you in for a soft kiss. He smiled while he pressed his lips to your forehead, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze, he led you into the store.

As you walked in the bell rang to signal the store that somebody had walked in, a cashier followed up with a a forced, yet kind smile. The cashier followed up with the usual spiel, told you they’d be there if you needed help and let you be on your way. Except, both of you could feel the employee’s eyes locked onto both of you, but particularly you . Kai doesn’t take kindly to rudeness such as this and usually he could brush it off to a person being ill mannered, but when it involved you that was an entirely different situation. 

Wherever the two of you walked the employee seemed to follow, eyes focused on you alone. You tried your best to ignore them, taking a look at the products spread down aisle to aisle, but still, they seemed to appear out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t remember what they looked like, avoiding eye contact with them out of some unknown anxiety, but also, fear of what Kai would do. In your panic you sped to Kai’s side, unable to consciously cope with the fact you were separated from him— carelessly getting distracted—and immediately wrapped your arms around him and hid behind him—his figure towering over you like a protective shield. 

You clung to him for survival, face pale from fright. Wrapping one arm around your waist he pressed you tight as he could against his own hip. Placing his other hand on the top of your head he looked down with a sympathetic expression, then returning a threatening one directly into the cashier’s line of sight, burning his hatred into their eyes.

 He wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on, all he knew is that it took all of his self control not to kill them. Kai was no stranger to the creeps, criminals, and malice of the underworld, but somehow staring it straight in the face was different this time. Well, he thought he was at least. Leaving without paying a penny you met face to face with the person who trailed you throughout the store, and suppressed emotions rose up like magma. Some of them burned, leaving a disgusting acid on your tongue, and some downright confused you, hurting your head and causing you to become dizzy. 

And as you looked behind one last time—Kai pulling you angrily by the wrist—you experienced a emotion you hadn’t before. It was overwhelmingly positive, it made itself known for such a short time you nearly forgot it occurred. Before you could process any of the events that transpired, you were pulled into a darkly lit car, left wondering if you’d ever see that person again.

SLAM

He rushed towards you, “What did I tell you? Hmm? Do you recall what I told you before we left you dumb fucking bitch ?!” His voice full of rage and venom. 

You stuttered and fell over your own footsteps as you were pushed into a corner, “Y-yes I remember-,”

Kai raised his hand as he caught up to you and your survival instincts kicked in, dropping to your knees on the floor you cowered and covered your face with your arms. Groaning he lowered his arm and hateful grimace, exhaling as he studied the cement floor. 

“I’m sorry, I got out of hand,” he admits, “But do you know how worried I was about you? What would you have done if that pervert got their hands on you? You had me worried sick. I’m… I’m just…” he paused, “I’m doing this because I love you. I don’t enjoy doing this to you, but you leave me no choice sometimes.” 

He knelt down, tipping your chin up with a bent finger, “You know I hate messing up this pretty face of yours,” you stared into his eyes shivering in horror, “But you don’t listen . Please,” he began, “Please, listen to me for me, for you, for us .”

You nodded slowly and weakly, stray tears creating a wet trail down your cheeks. 

“Thank you,” he whispered before kissing your forehead gingerly. “Now, let’s get washed up my love. It’s been a long day for both of us.” 

After tenderly and thoroughly washing you from head to toe, you were left with that uncomfortable feeling you came home with. Something felt off, something was different, something was wrong . That person’s face—that oddly familiar face—brought a sinking feeling to the pit of your stomach. Who were they and why did you care so much? They’re nobody, a stranger to you. So, why did you care so much? 

Whenever you tried concentrating on what their face looked like it became covered with groups of static, blurring out any and all features of the face and ultimately leaving you without an image to work with. Maybe it was because of the sun too bright to handle, or perhaps it was weakening memory, or maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t make it out because of his face implanted into your brain like some irreversible side effect to a deadly disease. 

To be fair, he was all that occupied your mind day and night. Even your own reflection was ripped from your psyche. Rarely, if at all, were you granted the privilege of looking into a mirror. 

“Why would you need a mirror?” Kai questioned, playing with your long hair, pulling it outward until it fell past his fingertips and dropped back into your shoulders. Smiling as he rested his head against yours, peacefully he’d close his eyes and wrap his arms around your chest; soundly breathing at the relief of having you here. Feeling comforted at the thought of knowing you were under his full control. Indeed why would you need a mirror? After all, you won’t have room to dream about your own reflection, when he’d fill your mind with much worse horrors. 

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, banishing away the thoughts and pushing down the urge to jump out from the blankets. What did it matter what you were or weren’t allowed to do? You didn’t need any of those privileges when you had him, when Kai treated you so lovingly as he did. So, what if the image of yourself morphed with the weather, and shifted with the time of day? Kai told you all the truth you needed. 

When you wore a gown as elegantly as he expected he’d be sure to tell you. And when you were covered in grime and remnants of violence he told you, Kai was always honest to you. Even if the truth was harsher than your daydreams he’d tell you. So, again, did you really need a mirror? Or did you just need Kai to ground you to reality? Even though you didn’t remember what you looked like—the color of your eyes, how your hair gleamed in sunlight, and all the little features your parents passed down to you—you put your faith and entire trust in his hands. You were confident he’d never lie to you. 

He loves me , you convinced yourself. 

And I hope you’re right, I hope he does love you, or this would make for one sad story. 

Honing in on your senses you tried to find him. You didn’t move a muscle, but carefully you listened to the surrounding sounds, tuning into the different noises cornering you; how loud, how far and where they were. You couldn’t hear, sense, or feel him and that’s when panick began to set in. He’s never left you alone before, he’d never do that. Kai would never leave you, he’d never abandoned you. You couldn’t remember the last time he left you to yourself in his bed, because he never dared to beforehand. 

Suddenly, you grew dizzy and sick, your stomach churned, you felt light headed at the possibility he had finally grown tired of his plaything. He told you every night from the beginning of your stay to never move from your spot when he wasn’t present, and you could hear his words right now, but your fear of his reaction was much less than the terror that followed the possibility he may have abandoned you; leaving you to die.

Where would you start, though? Your mind rushed through possibilities of his whereabouts and ended up with little to few answers, but they would just have to do for now. Gathering the blankets in your hand you ripped them off of you, inhaling and exhaling a big breath before standing yourself up, your knees wobbled and legs grew weak. It had been so long since you’d felt even this smallest bit of freedom, that it felt wrong. 

Like you were undeserving of it, as if you’d stolen something dearly precious from a very important person. Someone kind, lovable, and worthy; and of course you weren’t any of those things. Of course you weren’t. That’s what Kai told you at least and what he says goes, and Kai always tells the real truth, he’d never lie to you. Kai wouldn’t dare lie to you. 

Clutching both your hands to your chest you slowly made your way towards the hallway, choosing the illuminated one to the left of you. You grew painfully aware of the world around you and the silence was deafening. The dark absence of sound terrified you, nothing good ever come from that, but you ventured on regardless. Reaching the corner of the open corridor you flatly pressed your body against the stone wall, listening closely to any noise that crossed your ears and you held your breath tightly . Nothing. You pressed on, exhaling a sigh of relief. 

Before, making way down the illuminated path you stood there as a frightened cat would—unable to move, frozen in place from fear— but now was not the time for that. You needed to relax these tense muscles in your body, and coo your harmful thoughts to their resting place. Right now, more than anything, you needed the validation that you could stay here, that you belonged, that he loved you. And so you began walking down the corridor and counted each step you made in an effort to ground yourself, and suddenly you halted abruptly. You could hear him.

With each step closing in on the door in front of you—three facing you—you felt his presence and heard his timber voice. With a confident breath and a bracing gulp you curled your fingers over the edge of the wooden door, peeking inside to take a look at the mess he’d created tonight. The sight you saw before you made your stomach sink, you could feel your heart beating in your throat, and there was a mind numbing ringing echoing in your ears. You were repulsed, terrified, and a need to scream banged at your inner walls demanding to be set free. 

You stood frozen in terror as your eyes frantically scanned from wall to wall, the floors, bed, and the desk where he sat humming to himself. He was tinkering away at something with tools oblivious to your presence—or simply quiet about it—but that wasn’t what you worried about in this moment. At this moment in time the only thing you could focus on was you, you and your face plastered across every square inch of the room. Your face squished against other faces smiling just like yours, pieces of fabric stapled against the wall, jars full of accessories, personal items—jewelry, toys, photos, etc.—and worst of all there were jars of human remains. 

You had to look away to avoid vomiting onto the floor, you were disgusted, you’d never met a more foul person or stench in your life. The most repulsive part of all, though, was that you still wanted his love and acceptance. And your first thought after the disgust and sickening feeling subsided was, I can fix him, I can change him . No, honey you couldn’t even if you were god himselfl. Your presence in this horrific labyrinth, merely existing here with him, was proof enough that he was incapable of change. Even the foulest of creatures, the darkest of magic, the greatest of villains, and even Lucifer himself cringed in disgust at the truth of this man you “loved.”

Flashes suddenly hit you fast and hard, causing you to bring a palm to your forehead wincing in pain. You began to see familiar faces, voices, timbered laughter and feeling the cooling warmth of something dear to you. It was started to all come back, your life before him. Your life before Kai Chisaki kidnapped you, ripped you from your home and locked you away from civilization. Flashback after flashback played like some sick horror movie, except this was no work of fiction this was your reality, this was the truth, your truth. Then, you saw their face, the retail clerk’s shocked and horrified expression. You gasped suddenly at the realization of who they were to you and that they were no mere stranger, and quickly covered your mouth with both hands and hid against the wall next to the door. 

Hoping and praying he didn’t hear it, but in another way you hoped he would just so he’d kill you. Squeezing your eyes very tightly you breathed deep and slow breaths, refusing to open them at any cost. Sadly luck was not on your side tonight. 

“What are doing up, little pet?” he taunted, his voice full of venom.

Opening your eyes slowly you looked into those cold, dead eyes of his, throwing knives into your shivering body. What could you even say? He wasn’t expecting an answer, he didn’t want one, he wanted to slaughter you. He wanted to wrap his large hands around your throat and break your neck, leaving you limp in his hateful grasp. True, that is what you wanted, but you knew now that it would not be the quick and painless death you craved. 

You rehearsed the words internally, but when you spoke all that slipped past your lips was a trembling plea for your life.

Your voice shook, “I woke up a-and you weren’t in bed. So, I-,” he cut you off with a tongue that dripped with poison. 

He stepped forward, inching towards you, “You what ?” 

You backed up only to realize your back was already against the cold brick wall, your chest heaved up and down; your body was in panic mode. Your fingers began to cramp uncomfortably, your nails scratched against the brick wall, light headed and dizzy you attempted to ground yourself, but it was futile. This was the end for you and in his eyes you saw your grim fate. The more you focused on his face the more your mind ran miles, stuck on the many questions you had. Trying to sway these worries away you answered simple questions about yourself, or so you tried.

What’s my name? That’s an easy one.

But it wasn’t. The more the question ruminated in your brain the more you realized that you didn’t know. You don’t know your name, couldn’t remember what it was. You couldn’t remember who you were before, same for your title now. Who were you? What was your name? What did you even look like? Why couldn’t you fucking remember such simple information about yourself? Had you gone mad all these years? Did Kai kill who you were bit by bit? Had he finally succeeded in molding you into the perfect doll tailored only for him? Kai crafted you into who he wanted you to be, whoever you were before he grabbed you, body and soul, was no more. He killed you and any and all trace of you. 

Kai had you cornered, you were trapped with his eyes— pooling with pure malice—the foul scent of his breath fanning against your mouth, and the earth shattering realization that he had indeed taken your life in a way that was far worse than death. Suddenly your fear was replaced with something far worse, anger. The only thing on your mind was maiming your abuser, torturing him the same way—if not worse—than how he did to you. You wanted Kai to pay for his crimes, and serving a lifetime sentence in prison just wasn’t justice enough for you. It wasn’t that easy, though. That pang in your chest throbbed at your heart, and guilt rose to the surface as an unstoppable urge to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness overcame you. And that’s exactly what you did.

“P-please I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry I’m so sorry so sorry so sorry-,” your pathetic babbling was cut off by whimpers of pain. 

Kai forced you upright yanking you by your hair, dragging you down the corridor by your hair. You thrashed and wailed, begging for forgiveness. As you felt your body scrape against the jagged ground you reached for your hair, a feeble attempt at freeing yourself. Unfortunately, it only encouraged Kai to tighten his grip on your threads, and you whimpered in pain like a wounded puppy. It felt as if he was ripping the roots straight from your skull, the pain was excruciating. Suddenly, you felt something far more agonizing as your body slammed into the wall. 

You reached for your forehead as your body limped over and shook uncontrollably. Your vision became blurry and you began to see double, dizziness hit you as you felt a thick, hot substance trail down your face. Although, you couldn’t see from the darkness and being off kilter, it wasn’t hard to figure out it was your own blood. Before, you could ground yourself you were pulled up by the hair again, and this time Kai’s eyes bore into yours like hellfire. A grotesque memory rushed passed your eyes, you had seen these eyes before. You’ve soaked in this exact hatred before and it was pure agony . 

“I feed you.”

SLAP! 

Your face stung and eyes burned from the constant tears. He’s only doing this because he loves me, because he’s worried about me , you try convincing yourself. Bargaining and reasoning with this form of evil is pointless, because in the end you’ll always lose. You’ll turn to nothingness from malice’s palms before you ever soften its heart. That’s just the tragedy of the truth. You pushed yourself off the ground only to fall back down. Kai balled your hair in his hand and pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him. 

“I shelter you,” he spit.

Kai slapped you and threw you onto the ground, and at that point you could barely see past your swollen eyes. He left you to whither away onto the ground, to become a limp, weak, and shivering mess; blood staining your clothes and body. Admiring your new, beautiful state he walked towards you calmly and knelt beside you. Kai stroked your cheek and wiped away your blood stained tears, tilting your head to the side just enough to where you could see him. At this point you had no more fight left in you, you laid limp against the dirty ground praying for the kiss of death to touch you. You wished, prayed, begged , to be released from this hell which he’d shackled you to; wanting nothing more than to have that stolen freedom returned to its rightful owner.

Pressing his lips to your ear, he spoke, “You look lovely like this my dear. You always have.” 

The blood underneath your skin scratched at your organs, your screams dragging their jagged nails against the walls of your throat, and your stomach churned in a way that it took all your might to push down the rising bile. The picture he’d painted had began to crumble and he didn’t care anymore, not as long as he got to see you like this. As long as Kai got to immortalize the grotesque state he’d forced you into, he’d never care. He never cared from the start. This love which you idolized with such unwavering dedication was a lie, in the end you were praying to a false god. You worshiped something that never existed.

Wrapping an arm around your side and wincing at the pain in your ribs, possibly broken, you lifted your gaze to meet his. 

With tears in your eyes you asked, “Are you going to kill me?” 

He pulled back to look at you and then he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Your eyes blew wide in horror as you realized he’d become a monster. Still, you loved him. You were prepared to give him your life if he asked, and that made you weak. Looking into his eyes you saw a sinister man who was just waiting to torture you at the first chance he got. Kai had become the monster you feared in your nightmares, and there was nowhere to run. He caged you in like a small, vulnerable animal. 

He held onto his skull with both hands, a gesture of shock and delight. 

“Kill you?! Are you serious?”—he ran to kneel in front of you and held your face with both of his hands—“Oh no, my love I have much bigger plans for you.” 

Slowly Kai began reaching behind him and into his back pocket for something. Your eyes darted to where and what it was, panic instantly setting in. Suddenly, his words settled into your mind and the reality of his statement grew heavy. If he wasn’t going to kill you then what? Torture was your first thought and then what kind followed, but before you could let your mind wander anymore he had pressed his mouth firmly against yours; a distraction. This wasn’t just any kiss, though. 

His mouth moved so delicately—precisely—as his lips and tongue captured your own in a passionate dance of fire. He tasted foul, his spit a foul poison against your healing elixirs. You winced as he deepened the kiss, backing yourself into the wall when he pressed his body against yours. You nearly gagged when you felt his erection against your stomach. He’d finally taken notice of your rude reactions and grabbed you by the throat, slamming your skull against the bricks behind you. 

“You just never learn, do you?” he warned. “Well, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” 

Your heart sank at his last word.

Lesson

But you weren’t sure why. You were confused, everything felt fuzzy.  

Laughter erupted. 

“I’ll have to teach you a lesson in some manners. A man as handsome as you shouldn’t be walking around speaking so rudely to people.” 

The man chuckled, “Well, I’d love for you to teach me a lesson,” gazing up into your eyes as you walked side by side.  

Kai grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and releasing your throat he flicked his wrist, a metallic sound following. There was nowhere else to look but his eyes, forcing you to soak in the bloodlust dripping from his eye sockets. It felt like a dark aura had consumed you and destroyed everything in its path, staining the walls with its putrid soul. Looking at his face you saw him dripping with sweat, skin donned with blotchy hues of red. It was like looking a wild animal in its eyes, except far more terrifying. Getting lost in his all consuming hatred, you almost didn’t notice his panting and maniacal laughter as something cold and hard pressed into your cheek. You were too scared to look to see what it was, but you already knew. 

He drooled in arousal, “You look so pretty. Almost as pretty as the last one I had,” he narrowed his eyes at you. “Before I killed her of course,” he replied with a wide teethed grin. 

You squirmed but his grip was too strong, only making him press the blade into you harder. You refused to die like this, refused to let your last moments be sent with him. You were going to fight and you’d do so  ‘till your last breath. You just needed an opening first, a solid plan. That’s easier said than done, though. Before, you could think he pinned you to the ground by your wrists, restrained by only one of his hands. If you wanted to escape you’d have to be quicker than him, much quicker. There was no room for doubt or hesitation. 

He traced the tip of the blade down your chest, “Now, what should I do first. Let’s see…” he trailed off. “Oh, I know!” He exclaimed, cutting the fabric of your top down the middle exposing your breasts.

You gasped, turning your head to the side shamefully. He leant down and licked upwards, from chest to neck ‘till finally, he reached your mouth. You watched him closely waiting for the perfect opening, but with how agile and manic he was you were as good as dead if you acted now. His hands made their way down your body, staining your soul and scratching open old wounds. You watched in terror as he mumbled to himself, eyes swirling with sadistic desire. He’d taken the knife and carved phrases, pet names, and randomly placed cuts all over your body. 

Blood had drizzled itself down your body, staining the ground beneath you and what clothes remained on you. Surprisingly, you were still clothed from the hips down. You shivered, your breath hitching as you felt his gloved hand make its way down your body. It left you with a gross taste on your tongue. You prepared for the sinister acts that were to follow, soon. It wasn’t like you hadn’t endured this before, but this time it reeked of something truly heinous.

Regardless, you pushed down the vomit in your throat and the bad taste on your tongue, and focused only on Kai. His eyes swirled with madness, a strange, yet terrifying look sparkled in his eye. Maniacally laughing he remained agile, but still, you waited. You waited for the right moment to strike, knock him off his feet and disturb his balance in the process. You analyzed him, his body language, facial expressions, how he moved, and how his quick body began to slow down.

His sweat fell from his face onto yours, sinking into your open wounds and merging with your blood. Looking up with a devious grin, he laughed. 

Curling his fingers around the waist band of your pants, he laughed. 

“Are you ready for the best part?” 

Before, you could reply to him, Kai had taken the blade and cut down the middle of your pants, and wasted no time on doing the same to your panties. With his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth he smiled at you, setting the blade to the ground in his line of sight, he began teasing your pussy. Watching intently at how your body jerked and flinched at his fingers, he added more pressure little by little. He burst into crazed laughter watching you struggle, trying with all your might to not give in to temptation, refusing to enjoy it, yet losing nonetheless.

Disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting

He climbed on top of you, his breath fanned against your face and you couldn’t help but wince. That earned you a hard smack in the face, the side of your face which he smacked went numb, buzzing, as you lost hearing momentarily. There was something sloppy and careless about him with that wicked expression on his face, his anger slowing him down. You had a sudden idea, a reckless and dangerous one, but if it worked then success was as good as yours. 

When he reached down and he kissed you, you bit down in his lip hard . Another smack, but this time he pressed his palm over your mouth, ignoring your kicking and scream as he forced three fingers inside you. Thrusting at a cruel pace all while still attempting to dominate you. Tears burned in your eyes as you and him made direct eye contact, only averting your gaze to tune in to the sounds around you. 

You couldn’t see the knife in his hands anymore and wondered how you missed it. It couldn’t be too far but it was difficult to look when you were being forced upon like this.  Squeezing your eyes shut you honed in on your surroundings. You searched your memories, reliving the traumatic moments leading up to here and now, looking for your answer. 

There!

As Kai leaned in for another kiss you lunged at his face and clamped down onto his nose, add enough force to render him immobile until you could grab the knife. 

“Let go! Let go you fucking bitch! Fucking let go!” he screamed. 

Using one of your hands you patted the ground scanning for the weapon. All you could feel was dust and dirt for a short time, until finally you bumped into something hold and hard. Backtracking your steps you ground you teeth harder to break the bones in Kai’s nose, stalling just a short while long ‘till you could finally grab it. Kai thrashed and pressed his body against you, an attempt to trap you in position and stop you from gaining the upper hand, but he was unaware of how numb you were to his abuse at this point.

It no longer hurt you physically and you endured it far better than he ever could. Which is why when he’d slammed his forehead against yours, causing your skull to hit the ground, you were able to cause him more damage than you. His thrashing and reckless attempts to fight proved to your advantage, breaking his nose. Finally, it opened the perfect opportunity. Frantically searching the ground you found it, pushing it closer towards you with your nails and fingertips. Gripping it in your fist you began stabbing Kai in the back, over and over again.

His body weakened and his grip loosened as he began sliding off of your body, you pushed him off you with a stoic expression. You stared down at his body on the ground, covered in blood, yet, still alive. He looked like a different person than he was just a few minutes ago. There was no callous gleam in his eyes, nor the will to torture you anymore, just a yearning for your warmth. You watched him struggle to breathe or move with an empty expression, doing nothing to lend a hand even as he reached out to you, pleading with you to spare his life. 

You remained silent, sitting criss cross in front of him you watched him die without uttering a single word. He begged and begged for forgiveness, for mercy, the mere touch of your precious skin, but you gave him no such thing. He didn’t deserve it whether alive, dead, or making his way towards death. In that moment you couldn’t feel anything, you were hollow to your core. Even as his fingers curled into the puddle of his own blood, the same that which stained his lips—spilling in spurts past his lips—you stared into his swollen eyes offering him no help at all. 

For several minutes you watched him beg for his life, his hands and nails scraping against the concrete in desperation to save his own life. 

“Please help me,” he coughed.

You refused. You would much rather watch as the man who you slept beside for five years, withered away in front of your eyes. You soaked in his last moments emotionlessly, right down to the moment his eyelids began to flutter weakly. The world became nonexistent and barely audible to you, it’s as if you ceased to exist for a fraction of the time Kai had left. It was as if you could only begin life once his had ended, and after a few long minutes it did. You waited until his body stopped jerking, the blood stopped pouring and the foul scent began to seep into the room, before you moved towards him.

First, you tilted your head and examined him from your spot in front of him, moving your eyes to look his corpse up and down. The air was still and quiet, completely silent aside from the outside world. Funny, how you could always hear the outside world but it could never hear you. Kai wanted no one to find you and he succeeded right down to the very end. Even when, you assured yourself he indeed was dead you sat there, staring intensely at your captor’s corpse. He was dead, finally, dead. 

You could leave, run, save yourself. So, why didn’t you? Why’d you continue sitting and staring? You were free. Free to run as far away as you could, trash his supplies and intimates, search through his stuff, burn his house down and the memories, along with them. Hell, you could even get a couple more stabs in if you wanted to, but you didn’t . So, what exactly were you waiting for? If you were waiting for the police to come you’d be sorely mistaken, if they hadn’t come before they wouldn’t now. That wasn’t the case, though, because you didn’t want them to come.

You didn’t want them to come and see the reality of the situation, examine and study the life you’d lived for 5 years. The thought of them seeing what you did stuck to your skin. Thinking about how they’d walk down those stairs and see you like this, see him like this, it left you with an unsettling feeling. He deserved better than that, to be remembered better than that. You didn’t want them to see his body covered in open cuts, blood, and stab wounds. 

Your heart immediately wrenched at the thought of anyone seeing him at all, and then it hit you. Finally, the realization that he was dead crashed into you and tore apart your soul. Regret hit you as you remembered how you didn’t talk to him, help him, didn’t even reach out to him. You left him die cold and alone, looking to you with fear and sorrow in his eyes as he took his last breath. You left him to die .

Unable to hold it in anymore you lunged at his body, clinging to him like your life depended on it, and at the moment you truly felt it did. His body was freezing, limp in your arms, and no longer flush with warmth and a strong heartbeat. Immediately, you wracked with sobs when you couldn’t hear that chaotic fluttering of his heart beat. You couldn’t hear anything, nothing. Kai was dead you knew that, but now he was dead . 

You screamed your head off in between heart wrenching sobs for what felt like hours, but in reality it had been several days. You didn’t sleep, eat, drink; nothing. You became a husk empty of anything but pure agony. You screamed at the top of your lungs for days and days, sobbing throughout the night. Only to wake up and repeat the same cycle, until your lungs gave out and your throat burned. That only furthered your misery, even though it had been nearly a week— only eating crumbs you’d found on the floor or the grass between the cracks of the flooring—you felt undeserving of this break. 

I didn’t mean to do it

I didn’t mean to do it 

I didn’t mean to do it

But you did it nonetheless, and there was nothing you could do to fix it. The only thing you could do was hang over his body and weep, hold him close, but you couldn’t bring him back. Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you cried and whimpered, and balling his bloody clothes in a fist you pulled him close. Praying that this was all just some cruel joke played by god, you hoped that you’d wake up from the nightmare and Kai would be there with that fake smile to pull you into his arms. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and so with tears in your eyes you grabbed his face, holding it in your hands.

“Kai…Kai wake up. Wake up, please. I know I was bad but I’ll be good. I’ll do better this time, please wake up this isn’t funny anymore,” the only reply you received was from the wispy wind. 

He looked so peaceful, graceful and kind, for a man who spent the last few years of his life torturing you. He subjected you to the worst evils the world had to offer, and yet, here you were begging god to turn a blind eye and revive him. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way, the only option you had for repentance was to lay atop his body and cry. Cry throughout the night beside him and talk to a ghost, pretend his blood was warm and his heart pumped rapidly, and in these somber moments you wished for his assaults over whatever this deep aching feeling was.

There was no point in being alive if he wasn’t guiding you through life. So, you laid there beside him spending day, after day, after day weeping and screaming through the days and nights hoping this nightmare would end. Sadly, your throat eventually hurt so bad you couldn’t talk, not even a whisper, and your body became too weak to move. The motivation to do the simplest thing such as eat, drink, or talk to him withered away; you soon felt woozy and limp yourself.

You found no point in keeping strong or holding your eyes open, and the weaker you grew the more comfortable you were laying fragile in his arms. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, you made a nest of his body, crawling into his arms and refusing to move an inch. The last thing you remember was positioning him upright against the wall in a meltdown, and frantically climbing into his arms and shoving your face into his chest as you released sob after sob.

Rarely did you look at his face and when you did, quickly regretting it, you looked away, shoving your face back into his bloody chest. You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d last left his side, and frankly, you didn’t want to know. It’s when you started refusing food of any kind, no matter how minuscule, that your legs grew fuzzy and numb. You don’t remember how long you remained in that position, nor do you remember drifting off to sleep. As you clung to him a strange calmness came over you, it was like floating on air or a slow wave belonging to the ocean. You sighed against his skin, your fingers interlocked with his cold ones. 

You kissed his knuckles, “I’m sorry, I should’ve been better”—then softly kissed his lips, and rested your head against his shoulder—“I love you,” you whispered.

It took every ounce of your strength to kiss him and utter those words, but you were rewarded with a kind sleep. And as your eyes fluttered sleepily the world became quiet and gentle to you two, rocking you in its arms. For a moment you thought you saw bright lights and someone hovering over you, but you ignored it and closed your eyes. 

Finally, you could rest easy. Finally, you were free.

Hello can I get a part 2 of this prompt: https://at.tumblr.com/l0sercat/spirit-and-4-or-3-other-killers-of-your-choice/a8v5pmic9x87

With Wesker, Nurse, Trapper, and Sadako?

(I can imagine Sadako getting punched in her fucking chest or something because she’s too little lmfao. Tell me what you think tho. Also nurse aint request alot here thats kinda sad)

Killers react to survivors brawling pt.2

Wesker

He heard grunting and a loud bang

He mafe his way over and looked into the room

He saw you on top of a survivor slamming their head into the ground

He just stood there and watched, amused

Nurse

A loud explosion was heard

She went over there

But she did not expect you yelling and putting your teammate in a chokehold

You are cursing at them for fucking up gen

She went over and slashed your back

You screamed and decked her in the face

Yeah she never did that again...

Trapper

He walked into the shack and saw a survivor beating your chest

You threw a few punches

He lifted his machete and slashed their back

They punched his balls and he groaned

You then got the jump on them and punched the back of their head

He knocked down the person who hit him and camped him

Sadako

She was looking for survivors

She heard a noise and headed for that direction

She didn't care what as going on and that survivors were brawling

She hit them but they then punched her in the chest

She was sent flying back and she was stunned and walked out

WESKER WITH BRAT TAMING. RN. PLEASE

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Okok pls don't hurt me. Also I have never written anything like this so please go easy on me 🥺😭

Albert Wesker x reader

There he was this so called God is here tied up on your bed. It was a pathetic sight. He was flushed and sweating. A fucking mess is what he was right now. He still had fight left in him. He was squirming against his restraints and spewing insults at you. You looked at him and licked his lips.

"Fuck you once I get out your gonna wish you weren't born" he spit at you. So he still hasn't learned has he. You sigh and put your hand on his cock. You moved your hand up and down. He whines at the contact and his hips jerk up. Your movements increased and you knew he was close.

You slowed down then your movements completely stopped. He let out a loud whine and he threw his head back. It made a loud thud against the headboard. He groaned and his fists clenched. You kept denying his orgasms and he was pissed.

"aww I'm sorry baby..." You say in a mocking tone fake pouting at him. You put your hands on his cock and move it up and down. This time you let his come. He loudly moans and looks at you confused. But then gets nervous when you smirk at him.

"Did you seriously think we were done? I'm going to keep going until your begging for me to stop" You grin down at him and he gulps.

He whines and his thighs shake. He swallows his pride and begs "P-please no more I can't.." he looks up at you. You look like you were deciding about it. "Hmmm no " you say and smile.

He thrashes against the restraints. He whined out when you mouth made contact with how cock. You lick a stripe on it and kissed the tip. You swallowed him whole and your nose touched his trimmed pubes. You could smell his scent. You were going to make sure he knows his place.

hii i js wanted to say ily you.

Aww anon ily too <333333 tyty I really needed that :'')) your such a sweet anon