(COMPLETED.)
This book is very old and very very cringy (was made in 2018 when I barely know how to write) and I will warn you right here right now, I would skip all the way up until about past my face reveal chapter because all the other chapters a...
It was only a month ago that you had joined BC Sol and he was already hooked onto you like a fish. Free's lazy eyes watched your every move. He would trail behind you after you left the room, follow you through the forest, to the store, etc.
All without you knowing.
Others noticed his erratic behavior, but they never said anything about it. Maybe it was the fear that he'd get dangerous with them. Wipe them off the floor like slate.
People were terrified when Sasha went missing.
You were terrified when Sasha went missing.
Sasha was a close close friend. A dear friend. Her disappearance hit You and her little sister, Honey, the hardest. You searched everywhere for her, but she was never found.
Free had hid her well.
Set her free in the forest and hunted her as a sick game, slitting her throat at the end of it all and burying her deep in the woods. She was a cold case, and the position to get close to you was open.
He slid right in.
Free was your best friend from that day onwards, comforting you, and holding you all while grinning over your shoulder.
He'd kill everyone for you. To protect you and your love.
Your secret admirer, your dearest friends, and even his own childhood friend.
Poor Chris.
It didn't matter to him, as long as you where there. He stored away items, stolen from your drawers and invaded your daily life.
An apple that had been bitten into by you, a pair of your panties, a vial of you spit, a hairpin, various pictures, notebooks full of information on you. He knew everything. From your favorite animal to knowing when your turned on.
And he used it all against you.
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His long slender fingers prodded against your most sensitive places, even as you sobbed at him to stop. He grew hard when you cried, tongue flicking out to lick your tear stained cheeks.
"Don't worry. I'll make you love me, you'll learn."
Soft nothing's were murmured in your ear as he pushed into you, holding you by the thighs, back pressed against his bed. He had a cabin out in the woods he kept you in, guarded by dogs. You were locked in, and had been for months.
His hips snapped forwards, and you threw your head back, pleasure flaring through your veins like molten lava.
You hated this, but your body surely didn't.
A whine fell from your lips and he cooed,
"Good girl, look at us, becoming one. It's what you've always wanted, isn't it, you whore?"
"No no no, please stop... Please..."
Free's hand raised, smacking you across the face before cradling your cheek in the same hand that inflicted such pain.
"Your mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!"
He repeated it, spitting it into your face with crazed eyes.
You screamed.
"Say it! Tell me you love me."
"I hate you- Mmmmph!!"
He cut you off, smacking you again.
"Say it! Slut." He snapped like a wild dog, bucking up into you and making you wince in pain. His cock hit every place imaginable and soon, you fell apart.
"I-I love you... I love you, Free."
His load was shot into you and you whimpered again, hips moving up against his with a craving. He smirked when he saw it, nails digging into your thighs, pulling you closer. He railed you again. And again. And again.
His. His. His. His.
He'd carve the word on your body if he needed too, choke you into submission, and force you into marriage.
He was not obsessed, no.
He was Yandere.
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Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day/Night, my peeps.
641 words.
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