TW: marking? by like cutting, banda is his own tw in these fics 💀
watching you from the sidelines was getting boring, banda craved more
for months he watched you, he's remembered every detail about you, there is not a single thing he doesn't know about you
you wake up at 7, scroll on your phone until 7:30, begin making breakfast, though on the weekends you prefer to order, than at 8 you eat, shower and brush your teeth and then go about your day, you were a university student, your classes start at 10am but sometimes get pushed to 11, you enjoy going to themed cafes around campus, and you always ordered a strawberry cheesecake if they had one
at home you ignore your work unless it was seriously important, preferring to watch romance dramas and sometimes even crime shows, if you can't find a good show to watch you'll go on youtube or tiktok instead, you post regularly on tiktok, gaining around four thousand followers, including him, he has every photo and video you've ever taken on his phone
he knows every place you visit, your families names and even where they live, it was such a shame when your closet uncle died, maybe he should've learned how to lock his windows
on the bright side you did inherit his money, and during the time you couldn't pay your bills, what a relief
if you paid attention to your surroundings you'd notice him, but you were too stupid to realize, he's even bumped into you on multiple occasions, craving your attention and touch, but you barely bat a eyelash
you had friends, emphasis on "had", those four girls all gone, wonder what happened to them
banda wanted your attention, no, he needed it
he was sick of your obliviousness, he was sick of watching you and not being able to do anything about it, but that will change
now that he has your full schedule, it'll be easy, it was November 23rd of 2022, a new show on netflix was just released and you intended to watch it all in one night to avoid spoilers later on
you were half way through when you swore you heard something in your kitchen, you decided to ignore it, knowing your apartment was old ans creaked all the time
although this sounded eerily similar to footsteps
you paid attention to the actress on the screen, you were anxious, you were a bit paranoid all the time, you're not stupid, you felt this strange feeling of someone watching you recently, you hoped it would go away soon, your parents told you that you were just crazy, who'd be stalking you?
you had no time to react as a hand forced itself onto your mouth, holding tightly as the other came up to your head, petting you as if you were just a animal
you struggled in his hold, but you realized the more you moved the worst his grip was, you couldn't even breath with how tight his hand was
before you noticed, tears sprung out of your eyes, dripping onto his hand
banda smirked, he stopped petting you, he moved so you could now see him, fake pity laced into his features
"poor baby, you're crying?" his hand rose to wipe your tears, flinching as he did so
"don't do that, you'll only make it harder on yourself"
you wouldn't dare speak, too afraid of what he'd do to you if you tried to protest
he sighed, he wished you did fight, it was alot more fun when you struggled, he'll just have to make you
his hand was out of your eyesight, you had no idea what he was going to do, until he pulled out a pocket knife, your eyes widened and you whimpered, moving back onto the couch
"now the fun started" he whispered, somewhere he pulled out a piece of rope and tried your hands together, going as far to tie it around the foot of the couch, you couldn't leave
the tv was still on, mumbled words in english could be heard as the knife just barely touched your skin, shivering as you felt him move it lower, not once leaving your skin
your eyes closed as you felt it press further into your skin, on your arm, biting your lip to suppress the sounds of pain
盤田 素那斗
his name dripped with blood as he finished, what a beautiful sight
his finger wiped at it, smearing it over your arm and making you hiss, he smirked at the noise and pressed onto you, watching your reactions as he pressed harsher
to him it was barely anything, he could hurt you worse if he really wanted to, and he really did want to, but for now this was enough for him
your wrists had marks from the rope, purposely getting a rougher one just to watch you squirm and whine in pain as it scratched you
your head lulled back, feeling woozy from the lost of blood, he tsk'd, it wasn't even much blood, he could've done worse
he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him, his blood stained hand touching yor cheek, leaving behind crimson red to drip onto your clothes
he found it amusing, how you forced yourself to keep quiet even as he hurt you, you were obedient, the struggle was less than he expected, maybe he misjudged you
he smiled as your eyes stared at him, scared and fragile
"we'll be having alot of fun together, won't we, sweetheart?"
me: writing about a literal murderer, a serial killer who's killed four women, being obsessed and not taking no for a answer, carving his name into reader's arm
also me while writing:
