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He being yandere with prompt 23?
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23. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling.”
Tw: yandere, mind control, mind erasing, nightmare.
You were special, Sophia had always told you that. It felt like an exageration, maybe it was, yet there was always so little about you that made the statement less real.
When the crew of the Rascasse boarded that Imperial vessel they expected treasures, maybe rations for nobles or Important member of the court. Instead, they fpund a meek a woman, dressed on gold, scared, alone, with not a single memory of what has been doing in that ship or what has happened.
Sophia had the idea that, probably, you were bad knews, because what good things could bring someone that hold around the neck the Imperial Aquila like a collar?
And yet, even not knowing the possibilities, she still decided to take you in, alongside her band of renegates and losts, of xenos that has been abandoned and casted aside for their believs. You were no different from the others, so why abandon you?
"You look like one that has lived the luxurious life," she once told you. "But here? No nicety, sweetheart. Here you earn what you eat, do you understand?"
You did and, despite your clear lack in every aspect of the life aboard a pirate ship, you learned everything you needed to know. They were kind despite their rough look and, with time, you started to be part of them.
You almost forgot that you had no past...and for some reason you felt like it didn't bothered you one bit.
"Aren't you curious about your past, dear one?" Asked you once Gregory, the abnorma Ork that preferred books over Guns. "Surely, you wouldbat least want tk learn how you ended up in that peculiar sitsituation!"
You shook your head with a long sigh.
"I'm not...and...well If I must be sincere I..." you bitted your tongue, feeling again that weight on your shoulders. "...I'm not interested, that's all."
And you were such a liar.
You weren't curious about your past not because you didn't care, but because you were agraid of what you would find.
You couldn't remember anything, notbyour name, not your past, and even then thw only thing you knew was fear of something looming over your head like a sword. Since when theu found you, since your eyes opened in that vessel deep in the space, you felt like the costante weight of the eyes of...someone.
The continous and never ending sensation that someone had their gaze upon you, that something was bound to happen and no matter how far you went, it was still there.
You did not dared to tell bout your dreams.
So vivid that not once you dared to question if those were reality or not, were you could feel the silk and the satine on your skin, the tingling of the jewels, the music the smells. Sometime,after waking up, you had to punch yourself to make sure to know wich one was the dream and wich was the reality.
You couldn't describe the place, you knewbthat it was big, opulent, surrounded by beauty and riches that someone could only imagine. You saw gardens covered in plants long lost forgotten, trees full of fruits made for royalty, the fountains full of clean waters and fishes that has been protected by the time.
It was a dream, a fairytail that someone could only hope for, then why your body reacted like it was a nightmare.
It was never the same, sometime you were running in the gardens, watching behind you like trying to get away from someone. Sometime you were surrounded by people but no one could listen to your pleases, they could only coldly smile and point at you like a lretty doll.
Other time, the scariest ones, you were in a room. It was perfect, the right light, the right space, the right forniture, everything was just right. And so damn wrong, like if that room meant nothing but horrors, nightmares and cries for something you couldn't name.
You couldn't completely get him, somehow his entire feature where clouded by a fog of your mind that made his persona completely hidden to your knowledge. You could only grasp the lresence of his long dark hair, tanned skin kissed by a long past sweet sun and his fiery eyes that sent you back into a pit of disgust.
You could feel his hands on you, no matter how much you tried to scoffbthem away they kept to just be there, like a burn on your flesh.
You could feel his bfeath against you, warm and heavy, and his smell still lingered in your nostrils. Oil, herbs, dust, metal, blood and clean, so many scents that you couldn't grasp what his smell was like, yet his own.
And his voice, sweet like honey, cold like ice, deep like the sky and dark like the night.
“You’re so cute when you’re struggling.”
"I'll take care of you, don't worry..."
"My queen, my everything."
"I'll never leave you and you'll never leave my side."
"Untill your last breath."
Whenbyou woke up, you whipped your head, like he was there, just a few inches from you. You gasped for air again, a few laments from your cabin-mate, aware and abituated to your night terrors, just kept on sleeping.
And you wished to be strong, you wished to just look away and pretend that nothing was there. Instead, you just kept on crying on your pillow, begging for a dreamless sleep.
The orb glowed flantly in the dark of his room, where no one could disturb him.
Where he could enjoy his little darling struggle.
This wasn't the first time you forgot about him, about your beloved Neoth, the one that loved you and cherished you. After all he has been The one that had enjoyed erasing your memories everytime he got bored and decided to redo everything again.
Maybe a slight sadomistic behaviour, maybe his desire for you to just accept that you loved him, still he did it.
And he couldn't expect from you to loosenyour memory and ended up on that vessel. He still quite wonder how did you manage, but now a new kind of entertainment seemed to had catch his attention.
Despite your whipe out memories, your brain still remembered him.
Love? He hoped so, after all what else could match his power?
He will allow this small escaped of you. He will allow you to have fun, to believe you're away from his grasp, that you are free, unaware that it was a mere illusion.
He will let you ave your fun, he will enjoy the view,knowing that he can still catch you whenever he want.
He smile, imagine how he will finally getvyou in his arms once he had enough of this game, how he will take care of that "Scorpion Queen".
But for now, he will just enjoy observing howbyour body still remember his loving embrace.
