General RP The Idol's Obsessed Fan (Knight_of_None)

It seemed he thought about just everything... "People will wonder... With no posts or anything." Going radio silent was never a good thing on social media when you're generally pretty active. Unless... Did he have access to her accounts? Had he already posted something? "No... You'll ruin everything." Her reputation! She shrank as he got closer, her small frame trembling as he made her look up. "The truth?" That she was in love with him? She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as the realization that she could be there forever settled in. She turned her head away, facing away from him.
 
"I've prepared a few statements for your account based on your history.." He said as he shrugged at her. "Id never make your community fear for you." He said as she pulled away from himbut he gripping her face, turning her to face him as he eyed her neck. He let go shortly. "I expect you to behave...or I'll. Have to do something we both will regret."
 
Damn it. He did have things prepared. How he figured out her logins, she would never know. His obsession ran so deep... It clearly didn't take him long to figure them out. Her wrists tugged lightly on her restraints, wanting to strike him when he touched her. "What are you going to do? Hurt me?" He already had, though nothing hurt more than being trapped there. She wasn't one to be kept hidden away. She valued her freedom too much. "I'll never fall in love with you," she spat, glaring through wet eyes. She had gone back on keeping quiet, but he needed to know now.
 
Aa sge spar at him, he stepped back, then picked up a part of hand pruners, for clipping twigs abd stems from plants. "Hurting you isn't what I want..." He said as he approached her, the tools creaking as he squeezed the shears. "But you want to make it so. .." He said as he leveled rhs dull tool to her.
 
"Then you will learn to stop telling such nasty lies!" He said as he snapped the tool at her. "You love me. You just need to stop pretending!" He said as he lifted them away. "Maybe I'll keep you in here a few days...it will get hot this week, this shed will be like a oven..."
 
As the tool stabbed so close to her throat, she cried out in fear. "Please!" She begged, nodding quickly. Whatever the hell she had to do, sure! "I'll work," she agreed. Work... Oh, god, did she just agree to do something with him? Or her idol work... She wasn't sure with him, typically twisting her words. She watched him carefully, mentally preparing for whatever he meant.
 
His hands loosened her belts, bit he took her hands first, wrapping rope around them to tie them together before he would undo the center belt. He dragged her forward guiding her off the bed. "Don't make trouble, you'll be okay." He said as he lead hervout of the shed. The outside took her to a dark, cool night, the air wetter, grass cushioned under her feet...the outside was pitch black...lightless...the sky alive with stars. She was outside of the city for sure.
 
The other worked on undoing the belts. She was cautious, disappointed when he pulled out rope. She was never left able to defend herself, leaving all the power to him. He helped her out of bed, keeping close, unfortunately, at all times. She was led out, and she blinked, looking up to the sky.

It was nighttime, or perhaps early morning? The air was cleaner, the sky brighter despite the night. She wasn't anywhere close to home, she feared.

"Where are we?" She asked softly, already knowing he wouldn't answer her, but hey, she could try!
 
"It's our new home." He said as he looked over hus shoulder at her. His hand reaching out to pet her cheek with a hand , his unhinged eyes twinkling with perhaps devotion. "You'll never have to leave...." He said as he turned and she heard him step up on something wooden ad door creaking and unlocking.
 
New home...? Oh, god... At least she was inside now. "T-Thank you for letting me inside." She hated this. So much. "Never, huh..." She nervously entered the house, finding it to be pretty normal looking from what she could see. A pretty Japanese country home. It was warm, the aircon had to be turned on. It looked like it hadn't been used in a while.
 
The home seemed quite normal thankfully, not some deranged Jigsaw den or covered in plastic sheets to keep her blood from staining the walls in the chainsaw massacre he had planned for her. A nice one floor home, old photos on the wall as the lights were struck on, an older couple with their young children here and there. Perhaps a family home
 
Yumi hadn't seen a staircase, leading her to believe this was it. It was small but spacious, inviting. Too nice for such a creep. She spotted some old photos, single moments captured during such a happy time. They didn't deserve a space here. They didn't fit. She stayed quiet, worried anything said would be taken the wrong way, twisted into some sick fantasy of his.
 
He put his hand on the rope, jerking her forward to the center of the house. A qlivinh room. The lights flicked on, the home was clean....almost proline, a time capsule to the older days...the 90s? Perhaps the 80s, old yet charming furniture set out and a rustic, sturdy authentic look to everything. Built to last. "This is for the best. Yiur management had always failed you."
 
Yumi jolted forward with a small yelp as he pulled her forward. She stopped in the middle of the living room, the lights suddenly illuminating the peaceful home. She feared for what would come next. "No," she whispered, catching herself as she spoke out. She shook her head, "My manager... he always meant well for me. He's taken care of me." She corrected, already knowing the other would most likely end up striking her for speaking out.
 
She shook her head, hating how he spoke poorly of her beloved manager. He had no idea what he was talking about. She was dragged forward, her arms coming out, and she initially tried to struggle. She quickly let herself get pulled, trying to teach herself to let the terrible things happen. She wouldn't get punished otherwise, but damn it he made it hard! Sell her? God, what the hell went through his mind? "No... I-It doesn't matter. You're here now." She knew her manager wouldn't suddenly drop her. She was trapped there with this crazy fan, the creep probably planning on making him her new manager.
 
Her conformity made his eyes flickering inti her direction, staring into hers, the brimming wildness in them softening. He smiled at her. "It's not perfect yet...but it will be." He said almost with the purist conviction. Ginta set her down at a chair, in front if her was a blank white notebook at a small table. "You'll get to write new songs here...abd eventually, maybe i can get your stream back up." He said stroking her hair. "I just need to make sure that you're ready." He said aa he paused, turning away and picking up a small brush to preen her look. "Look at what I've done to you-"
 
Yumi caught him staring, the look making her nervous. Yet, he seemed to be relaxing, in turn making the idol calm down. Was he believing her? She smiled, uncertain, but if it kept him calm... She was led over to a chair to sit at, her eyes falling on the notebook. She could already think of a song to make, knowing fully well she could never. If she wrote about this crazed fan who kidnapped her, he would surely kill her. Her stream! She had to think now about how to secretly alert her fans that she was in trouble. ...Did he know English? ...Would begging for help be too obvious? Surely he would know...

She lightly flinched at the petting, Yumi forcing herself to calm and let him do as he pleased. "T-Thank you. I love the chance to get to write still. And to stream." She thanked him, knowing that would certainly go over well. Her attention turned to the state of her hair, assuming it was messy from the assault earlier. The back of her short hair was almost sticking up, and the humidity from being inside the shed made her hair fluffy. "It's alright. Y-You'll make it better." She kept still, letting him do as he felt he needed to fix her hair.
 
Ginta brushed her hair, caring for it clearly, caring for her look...his soft look warming itself against her Visage. As long as she played to him, she'd be safe. But how long could she keep it up. "I'll clean you up..." He said, almost reverently. His hands falling to her neck, his fingers just brushing her skin, his blood exciting itself
 
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