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Douma x fem reader

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Don't ever leave me!

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Yandere🥀

Y/n's POV:

Ever since my mother ran away from my other mother from her being abusive, me and her have lived in the paradise faith cult. I've never left this place my entire life but I don't want to keep it that way. Even though douma sama spoiled me rotten he would never let me go outside not even to the garden, it's so frustrating so I plan on going to the festival tonight by sneaking out of the cult. I would try asking him but last time I asked him a similar question he had me locked in my room for a week and ripped up all my mother's clothes, the nerve.

I was eating dinner in the hallway outside of the cafeteria that all the workers here would eat at including me and my mother when I saw two black shoes come in front of me. I look up to see Douma sama smiling but had a look of pity in his eyes which got me kinda annoyed.

"May I sit with you,dear?"

I nod as he then sits beside me, still smiling but now with close eyes.

"Why aren't you in the cafeteria?"

He asked putting his palm on his cheek. I look down not really knowing what to say.

"Its..too crowded."

I mumbled as he pouts.

"You're such an introvert, Y/n"

An irk mark appears on my head as I give him a death glare. He chuckles as he puts his hand on my back, making me shiver a bit from how cold he is.

"I hear the festival is tonight."

He says breaking the silence.

"Yeah, but I'm not allowed to go,right?"

I asked even though I already knew the answer, it was a safe way to ask if I could go without actually saying *can I go?*. The brightens in his face darkens as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Yes, you are never to leave"

His grip on my back tightens as a grin appears on his lips. I suddenly get up, uncomfortable of the situation.

"I'm sorry for the sudden move but I'm really tired."

I fake yawn as I walked away to my room.

'He's probably mad at me but you can't blame me from wanting to leave'

I thought to myself as I walk down the hallway.

I pack my purse full of money and a water bottle, putting it now on my back. Making my way to my bedroom door to leave. I look at the clock to see its 8:25, the festival starts at 9:00 so I got time, everyone is asleep by now because sleeping hours here is 7:30 PM so I shouldn't get caught sneaking out.

I walk out of my room as I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness, there were only some small candles so the place was almost completely pitch black. As I'm walking I feel like I'm being followed but brush it off thinking it's just some paranoia.

Suddenly I feel a hand go over my waist but before I could scream a cloth covers my mouth and nose.

"It's okay to breathe,dear"

I try not to breathe in the chloroform but I couldn't help it but breathe it in because I wasn't able to breathe, everything starts to gets blurry as I slowly fall unconscious.

"Sweet dreams,dear."

A voice that sounded similar to Douma's was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

My eyes slowly open as I look to see the ceiling, realizing I'm on a bed. I try to get up but a force brings me down, I struggle noticing that I'm tied up.

"Oh good, you're awake, dear."

A hand moves my head to the side as my eyes widen seeing Douma.

"Douma, what the-"

I was cut off by Douma putting his finger on my lips.

"Shhh"

He shushed me with lust in his eyes and a playful smirk.

"Dear, I told you not to leave but what did you do?"

He removed his finger from my mouth as he waits for an answer.

"I..left.."

I said under my breath, he nodded as he then walked over to a table grasping his fan, his...sharp fan.

"Please don't torture me!!"

I begged as he snickered.

"Torture? Of course not!"

He exclaimed walking back to me, cupping my cheek as blush appears on his. I almost gagged at how he was acting, there's no way this is Douma sama, the guy that helped my mother raise me.

"What do you want from me then?"

I ask desperately, he rubbed my cheek with his hand as he just kept silent, smiling with affection.

"Please answer me."

I say getting kinda annoyed, after some time of what looked like he was thinking he answered.

"I want you to never leave this cult and marry me."

My eyes widened as my face goes pale.

"But..I see you as a da-"

He cut me off again as an irk mark appeared on his head.

"I thought you're mother was a lesbian, I could never be your father.. such delusion."

He mumbled the last part as I stare at him with absolute disbelief and disgust.

"How dare you.."

I say under my breath trying to get off of the darn bed.

"I never really liked your mother, I only took her in because she had you in her arms."

He kissed my forehead as my adrenaline raised and I screamed in fear and anger. He looked at me displeased.

"Shhhhh"

He shushed me again, putting his entire hand over my mouth as tears fall down from my eyes. My muffled screams made him blush a deep red. He brought himself close to my ear as a dark aura surrounded him.

"So, will you marry me, my dear?"

He reaches towards his pocket and pulls out a diamond ring.

The end

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