Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

103: Gotcha Bitch

A/n: This is Hariko Takati in case y'all needed a visual or smth

!TRIGGER WARNINGS! !!PLEASE READ TEXT BELOW!!

Disturbing Content/Discussions of:

•Brief Implications of Non-Con/Rape

•Brief Mentions of Forced Murder

•Brief Mentions of Forced Cannibalism

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DISCLOSURE:

Please DO NOT assume that just because (a) character(s) in this chapter is/are doing something horrible, that I as the writer:

•Approve of it

•Am romanticizing it

•Have some weird kink in regards of it

•Think it's okay for anyone to ever do ever

My writing of (a) villainous character(s) does not mean that I am a villain.

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"NO! STOP IT!! LET ME GO!!!"

You struggle against Not-Preston's hold as he tries to drag you out of the dressing room by force. Haru knew better than to interfere with staff, so she guiltily turned a blind eye.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA KICK YOU IN THE DICK SO FUCKING HARD, YOU'LL HAVE TO CUT IT OFF AND GET A VAGINA!!"

Not-Preston kind of deadpans. He grabs both of your wrists and holds them against your back. He starts to walk towards the door.

"FUCKER!!" You don't stop struggling, "I HOPE YOU'RE NOT ALLERGIC TO NUTS, 'CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO KICK YOURS UP IN YOUR THROAT!!"

"Hey, what's going on in here?"

You, Haru, and Not-Preston look at the newcomer who had just walked in.

The tall man was dark-skinned, his dark brown hair complemented with neutral toned pink tips, tied in a low ponytail that rested on his shoulder, reaching a little past his collarbone. His eyes were mesmerizing: the lightest shade of icy blue.

His clothes were identical to Not-Preston.

"What do you want, Takati?" Not-Preston loosen his grip on your arm, but not enough for you to get free.

Takati?

That's Takati?!

But-

"Ah, no need for hostility, Foster," His deep voice rumbles with a soft chuckle, "I was on my way to the backroom, but I heard a commotion here so I thought to check it out."

Plan B: In Progress

Step 1: Completed

Step 2: In Progress

Hariko Takati was way too cute of a name for it to belong to some Greek God with a jawline so fucking fine you can cut your hand off! And not to mention his voice!! If chocolate had a voice, it would definitely belong to Hariko!

Hariko tilts his head at the sight of you, "But uh... isn't that (Y/n) (L/n)? Didn't you hear? Boss has already set his eyes on her."

After saying that, Hariko wears a sinister smirk, "And you know how much he hates to share."