Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader—why is a blue haired felon psychoanalyzing you?
yandere themes, slight suggestiveness, minor gore
ꨄ︎ You were first assigned to his case after he got into his third fistfight with inmates. They put him in solitary confinement and refused to let him out until he got a psych eval. He needed one anyway. You checked through his records, and half of it was missing. The guy was in for something about running a cult?
Whoever this dude was, he wasn't someone to be triffled with. Triffle you did. Soon enough, you were his favorite out of all the people in this joint. He'd threaten people just to get a chance at seeing you.
ꨄ︎ He shows classic signs of narcissistic personality disorder, CPTSD from whatever was erased from his file, and undiagnosed ADHD. He stated that he took Adderall, which was clearly illegal because he didn't have a prescription, and he sure as hell wasn't just picking it up from the local grocery store. You tried to get more from him, and he'd just tease you. He gives you crumbs and then expects you to follow the trail.
You know it ends up somewhere in his pants with you on your knees.
ꨄ︎ He pushes your buttons whenever you have a session with him. He gives you a teasing look and spews some manipulative bullshit. He'll give you impromptu strip teases just to try and catch you off guard. He does everything and anything to get a reaction out of you. It's all about getting you to join his cult in the end. He could use a mind like yours. It'll be fun degrading you into his dumb little slut that he can use however he pleases.
ꨄ︎ Don't expect to think your time with him ends when you leave the jail. He'll find ways to get some sort of electronic and contact you. They're always short blurbs about all the bad things he wants to do to people and how you're the only one who can help him. He plays all the right chords and yet you still produce no sound.
You want to get a restraining order on him, but you can't prove that the messages are from him. You only know because he asks if you got his little messages. You can't report that as evidence because of doctor-patient confidentiality.
So you're just stuck receiving message after message about how he wants to gut everyone in the prison and take you in the showers while he's washing the blood off. That one was a long night. You must have received over fifty texts.
ꨄ︎ Some of the sessions are just him psychoanalyzing you. He does his best to pick you apart and find your weak spot. The least bit of emotion, and he's cataloging that away in his mind for future use. He tells you intimate details about your life. They're things he shouldn't know. You begin to fear for your safety.
Who is he, really?
ꨄ︎ You quit the job and begin working somewhere else. You didn't hear the news that he got out. You cut all contacts from the jail, and they couldn't find a way to reach you in time. So like a little lamb getting cornered by the lion, you wake up with him sitting above you. His hand around your throat, the other holding a gun to your head.
"I'm only going to ask this one more time. Are you going to join FIT and be an obedient little recruit, or slowly die at my hands?"
(dedicated to— @fear-is-truth)
