Chapter 28: How to deal with a yandere [3][GTG]
A muffled scream echoed through the dimly lit room, a desperate sound that seemed to swallow itself against the thick, silent walls. It wasn’t my dorm, obviously. My roommates could barge in any time if they got curious enough. So, instead, I had dragged her to a place where I knew nobody would intrude. Her own room. She wouldn’t be expecting me here—no one would. It was the perfect place for a lesson, far from prying eyes or any possible interruptions.
"Ah...hah...ha..." she panted as I finally removed the gag from her mouth, the room filled with the faint rustling of her labored breaths and the soft glow of evening seeping through the curtains.
"Where... am I?" she muttered, blinking through the haze of confusion clouding her eyes. She glanced around, and slowly, her expression shifted as familiarity sank in. Her gaze settled, and a dawning horror replaced the confusion.
"My... room?" Her voice was incredulous, barely above a whisper, as if the reality of it all was too much for her to process. "How did you get in?"
I couldn’t help but smirk at her question. It wasn’t exactly common for anyone to enter another’s dorm room; the doors were locked by some tech i had no idea about, designed to only open to its rightful owner. But with her graphto watch now in my possession, gaining access was child’s play.
"Shhhh," I hushed her, my index finger pressed against her trembling, pink lips. They were soft—so soft that my touch sank slightly into them. I couldn’t resist holding it there a second longer than necessary, savoring the satisfaction of her fear.
"Don’t waste your breath," I whispered, letting my words roll out slowly. "No one is coming." I could feel a strange thrill—a sick, twisted pleasure—as I reveled in the villainy I had embraced for the moment. She was completely at my mercy, and I wanted her to know that.
Her gaze shifted, her blue eyes burning with anger, blazing with an intensity that might have been intimidating if she weren’t tied up and completely powerless. "What do you want?" she spat, her voice low and dripping with hatred.
I leaned in close, so close that I could feel the faint warmth of her breath against my skin. "You..." I whispered, my voice soft but menacing. "To obey me."