His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

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He came back with a tray of food with him. He didn’t listen to her and had a bowl of soup, rice, and some fish for her consumption.

He placed the tray on the bedside table and unlocked her wrist, the other cuff link still remained attached to the bedpost.

“I’m really sorry, queenie,” he took her wrist and kissed the red mark that remained from her several attempts to struggle free.

She remained silent. She didn’t have to ask him to realize that he said sorry not for abducting her but for tying her up to the bedpost.

He sat beside her and placed some pillows on her back, propping her into a sitting position, “I made some soup, and something light you can eat for dinner. I hope you will like it. I am not so confident, and I believe I lack talent in the kitchen. I shouldn’t have made the chef leave for today, but I wanted our first night together to be just exclusively for us.”

She didn’t bother to reply to him, they will just end up fighting. And she has no energy to fight. All she wanted is to sleep.

To travel to another world again where she feels secured, loved, and protected. To escape this current reality of being trapped and taken as the stranger’s captive for whatever reason only he knows.

He patiently held a spoon in front of her until she accepted and opened her mouth. She did not even ask him if the food was poisoned. At this point, she doesn’t even care.

He seemed pretty pleased when she finished off her plate without any complaints. He smiled and kissed her forehead as if to express his gratitude.

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“Until when do you plan to keep me here?” she asked him, trying to be brave and confront him directly about his plans.

He was unable to answer her, as if he himself didn’t know what to say next. He lifted her chin up and stared at her, “Why do you ask these questions? Did I not tell you? I just want to protect you, my queen.”

“That is not really an answer, is it?” she said the words as vice gripped her heart, causing it to feel like acid was poured right over it.

“Even you must know my answer. You already labeled me as crazy. So it will not be a shock if I say it upfront. What I can not seem to bear is to say it in front of you and see the disappointment in your eyes,” his voice was sincere, making her eyes water.

Why does she care if saying these things hurt him? He was the one at fault here for abducting her and keeping her trapped in the middle of nowhere.

“I love you, Mary. You might not believe me, given the circumstances we are in. But I do love you. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I love you with every broken piece of me, queenie,” he lifted her chin and forced her eyes on his golden orbs.

“This is not the easy feel-good kind of slow romance I knew you expected. But I have been through so much being away from you, wondering if in this life we will ever meet. The fear of losing you and not being able to do anything. It drove me into something akin to madness. You have no idea how terrible that feeling is, and how much I suffered all these years,” he caressed her cheek as he reminisced all the agony the waiting has caused him.

“Why do you say these things when we have never met before? I am just a stranger to you as much as you are a stranger to me too,” she raised her voice in an attempt to wake him from what appears to her as mindless ramblings.

“Stranger?” he raised an eyebrow to her, leaning dangerously close as her heart thumped faster.

“Ye- yes,” she stuttered. Why is this happening? She has no speech deficiency, she reminded herself for the hundredth time.

Why is she feeling hot all over as his warm breath fanned her ears, making her clothed cunt dampen when he whispered, “Is that really how you feel? Should I show you again how much your body remembered everything?”

She trembled before he even touched her skin, his thumb traced her lips and she felt her heart immediately quicken. She gulped when he lowered his head into her, dipping his rough mouth into her velvety soft ones.

“No, enough of this. Please,” she begged him, surely if he goes any further she will end up embarrassing herself in front of him.

“Give me a chance, a chance to show you that I am genuine. Let me prove to you how I feel for you, Mary. I will do everything to win your heart,” he begged her.

“And if you fail?” she asked him, her eyes glimmering with a bit of hope before she heard his answer.

“I will not fail, that I can guarantee. You have loved me as much as I have loved you in the past, you will do so again in this lifetime,” he said, his voice serious, making her almost choke from the sadness that racked through her from hearing him so sad.

It was as if the mere thought of failing to win her heart caused him indescribable pain. She wondered why it affected her so.

She shook her head, under normal circumstances she would have loved him so easily. She already liked him a lot, stalked him for years, and dreamed of him even as long as she can remember.

But this, abducting her and keeping her trapped in gods know where, this scares her. Because of the madness she sees in him, she is unsure if there is any chance in the world she can return his feelings.

“How can you be so sure you won’t fail?” she whispered, almost afraid to hear his response.

“Because I know you maybe even more than you know yourself,” he said so, caressing her cheek again as she felt her heart double its heartbeat.

She stared at him dumbfounded as he stood again and opened a closet for her. She can see it is filled with a woman’s wardrobe, she wondered who it belonged to.

“Whose are those?” she asked, when he proceeded to take some underwear and a silky nightgown and brought them back to her.

“They are yours, I had them prepared for you a long time ago. But I’ve had them washed and pressed recently. I have been waiting for you for a long time,” he handed her the clothes to which she just stared at the silky underwear and nightgown.

“Do you really expect me to believe all your words? To simply close my eyes to reality and take your words as truth? They are unbelievable! Stop playing with me please,” she felt tears run down her cheeks as she sobbed helplessly in front of him.

“No, I do not expect you to believe me. It is too early for you to see it my way, you don’t have your memories after all,” he answered her truthfully, his heart clenching at the thought of never gaining her love this time around.

“The curse made you forget with each reincarnation the lives we have lived and the memories we have built. I envy you for that, because then you wouldn’t have to suffer from the feeling of being incomplete without me, the way I am with you,” he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Do you want to get ready for bed now? I can show you the bathroom,” he smiled friendly at her.

She blinked as if to assure herself he isn’t just an apparition. Who does things like this? Committing a crime and behaving like this is all normal?

She nodded and bit her lip to prevent her from saying something that will anger him. She didn’t want them fighting.

Somehow, though she hated what he had done, she couldn’t stop getting affected when they fight. She wondered if it was her own obsession with him all those years ago preventing her from acting up.

He led her towards a bathroom, much larger than her own apartment. She stared at him with wide eyes when he just stood there looking at her as if expecting her to let him in.

She pushed him away and locked the door, she waited a few more minutes just to make sure he won’t just suddenly open the door with a key and barge inside. She let out a sigh of relief when those few minutes passed peacefully.

She stared at herself in the counter mirror and frowned at seeing her face visibly more relaxed. She wondered how she can look so restful despite this circumstance. It was as if she just had a week’s vacation.

Her eyes widened when she saw a pink toothbrush beside a blue one. She picked it up, admiring its cute design. He really came prepared in abducting her, she frowned.

How long has he been planning this? Their paths just crossed just a few days ago. Is it really possible that he has this all planned before they even met?

She shook her head, that is preposterous. That cannot possibly be true. How can any of what he said have any iota of truth in them?

She lowered herself into her warm bath, loving the feel of bubbles on her skin. The bath was serene and relaxing before a scene crossed her mind, of the CEO cuddling with her in a bathtub and tracing bubbles on her skin.

Dominus. Her eyes widened when she realized she was daydreaming again. Those worlds, were all just her creations. None of them were true. None of them were real.

She repeated the words until she could believe them. She washed the shampoo in her hair and the soap on her skin as she tried to dismiss these thoughts.

She could not let them sink into her. The doubts and the questions about her own obsession with him, she will not let them take root inside of her. Or else she would have to believe that she herself has turned insane.

She dried herself with a towel and wore the panty and nightgown made of silk he handed earlier. She blushed at seeing her own reflection, it was as if she was trying to seduce someone in that outfit.

The red silk clung to her pale skin as her cleavage hung low, almost covering nothing but her nipples. She lowered her gaze to her legs, or should she say her thighs that are left exposed because of how short the outfit is.

She shook her head, this really is crazy. She waited for a few minutes before coming out, praying he won’t be able to see him like this.

She went out and found the tree of a man hulked beside the bathroom door, as if guarding her. She knelt beside him and saw that he was sleeping.

For a minute she debated whether to wake him up or let him be. She walked towards the bed and took the blanket.

She returned to the man sitted on the cold marble floor and covered his shoulders with a blanket, getting inside the soft wooly material to sit beside him.

She blushed, she knew how this might look to him when he woke. But for some reason, she could not leave him sleeping cold and alone by himself.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Drifting off to another of her dreams.