Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18 . For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.

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Summary: Years age, Narrator (a pirate captain) had tried to capture Listener (a siren) and keep her as a prize. However, after a vicious fight, Narrator spends the night enraptured by the ruthless siren before setting her free, fully in love. Now, they set out on another journey to convince Listener of their love and plead for her forgiveness. This time, Listener decides to hear them out.

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Word Count: Approximately 1,938 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

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Writer’s Notes: I'm not usually a big yandere person, but this idea just really wanted to be written and I had a lot of fun with it! I'm still working on a couple bigger projects, so please take this short little script as an apology. Hope y'all enjoy!

Script Below:

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\The smell of blood in the water is sickeningly rich; delicious to the point of nausea, and Listener can’t help but swim further into the bloodied waters looking for her prey. When her head breaks through the surface of the water, she sees a rowboat with a familiar figure peering over the edge, their arm drenched in their own blood - the cause of the reddened waters. Narrator laughs softly, a sound sweet like decay and flies and honey, at the sight of Listener.**

“My sweet, watery death - at last, you’ve returned to me. How terribly I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long, and I’ve been restless to catch sight of your lovely face again."

\Narrator sighs dreamily.**

“Oh, but those eyes… That glare…”

\Narrator chuckles lovingly.**

“You still hate me, don’t you?”

(Pause)

\Loving** “Oh, that voice… I’ve missed it so dearly. Prettier than any song, no music could ever compare. Even if you were not a siren, there would be no sound that could captivate my mind so thoroughly as your voice does.”

(Pause)

“Your ire is understandable, but it still hurts me so. It breaks my heart that I must trick you into coming to the surface so I might communicate with you. I remember how fond you were of the smell of my blood, so it seemed a good idea to tempt you forward by injuring myself as if I were your prey. A mistake on my end, if that scowl means anything. Though, as I’ve said many times before, I’m more than pleased to shed blood for you. If you really wish to take a bite out of me, I’d gladly bare my skin for you.”

\Listener grimaces, making Narrator laugh, a bit pained.**

“That look of disgust is far from reassuring. And here I thought you found the scent of my blood appealing.”

(Pause)

\A little hopeful** “Then you mean that you do find my blood alluring?”

(Pause)

“It’s okay to say so, my love. I would never despise those vicious instincts of yours. I could never despise you for those most simple needs that you have. If anything, I’m quite flattered by the fact you seem so drawn towards my blood. It excites me to know that there’s a part of me that draws you in.”

(Pause)

\Hurt** “Those are such cruel words. To say that you feel disgusted at your hunger for my blood - it hurts me so. Must you say them with such venom? You’ll leave my poor heart butchered and bruised.”

(Pause)

“Yes, I recall, but you must understand! I never would have done such a vile thing should I have realized what you were - who you were. If I had known of your beauty, of how quickly you would capture my heart, I would have never been such a heartless beast to you. I never would have caught you in that net and dragged you onto my ship. I never would have even thought of trying to capture you as a prize. I was a fool, and I know that now. I know it far too well.”

(Pause)

“My love, please, I beg of you to listen to me for a brief moment and allow me to plead for your forgiveness. I swear I shall beg from now until eternity should I need to.”

(Pause)

“If it’s my silence you want, then I will cut my tongue out. I would gladly take it from my mouth to keep you at my side. Compared to you, my tongue is nothing. If I cannot use it to speak to you, it is meaningless, just an insignificant piece of flesh that would be better tossed to the vultures.”

(Pause)

“Every word, my love. Truly, if my silence would please you, then say so. My dagger is here, and if I draw it and hold it to my tongue like so-”

\Listener, shocked, pulls the dagger from Narrator’s hand and tosses it into the ocean far from them.**

\Surprised** “Gods! My love, what was the purpose of that?! Why did you find such a need to throw my dagger to the waves?!”

(Pause)

“I-I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized that would startle you. I thought you’d realized I’d been holding it, as it was how I’d drawn the blood from my arm. I swear, I had no intention of using it to harm you. I’d never think of doing such a thing again.”

(Pause)

“If your concern was not about that, then what was it for? What was the cause of such panic?”

(Pause)

“Blood?”

\Narrator chuckles.**

“Ah yes, it appears that my tongue is bleeding, isn’t it? Quite a bit, actually - I can’t even keep it from spilling past my lips. Though I suppose that is to be expected when one is holding a knife to their tongue and it’s suddenly ripped from their grasp. It seems quite firmly attached, I’m afraid. Your interference kept me from fulfilling my promise. My apologies.”

(Pause)

“Because you wanted my silence, did you not?”

(Pause)

“I’m so sorry, my love. I supposed that, in haste to please you, I hadn’t thought to make certain that it’s what you wanted.”

(Pause)

“Then what can I do to plead for your forgiveness? Please, I’ll do anything. No matter the cost, I’ll pay it. My life would be but a small cost to have my last sight be of those hypnotic eyes looking at me with something besides hatred.”

(Pause)

“Of course. I could say those exact words a thousand times every day, and I would forever mean them. With my entire heart, I mean them. To die by your hand would be a death I can only dream of. I would gladly let you tear your claws through my guts, or rip my throat out with your sharpened teeth. To know that I could please you at least once is all that I would need. Please, my beautiful death, I beg of you - Name your price, and you shall have it.”

\Listener asks Narrator why they’re so set on the matter. Narrator laughs softly.**

“Surely you’ve realized the reasons for my actions by now?”

\Narrator sighs wistfully.**

“Oh, my bloodthirsty death, my beautiful love. It is because I mean the words that I say. I love you beyond all reason. My heart aches for you, in any way that you would have it. Whether you allow it to beat for you, or you rip it out from the cage of my ribs, it does not matter. My heart only aches to be yours, to exist in a way that pleases you. I ache to please you. To know that I am only causing you pain and anger is worse than any hell. That is why I’m so desperate to redeem myself to you - because I love you.”

(Pause)

“I know, I know. I can’t expect you to love me. Even after all these years - even after all the times I’ve begged for you to take your revenge out on me - there is nothing I can do to make up for the scars I’ve given you. All I can ever begin to hope for is that you forgive me for what a fool I was for thinking I could capture you and keep you on my ship. How wrong I was back then. To think I could have you. To think that I could keep you.”

\Narrator scoffs at their own foolishness.**

“It would be easier to catch lightning in a bottle and set it adrift at sea. A beauty like yours is as wild and untamable as the sea; I could never hope to capture it. I could never hope to own it, to claim it as my own. I can only fall victim to it, to be overwhelmed by it, to die at its hand - your hand. A death in any sense is all I can seek from a beauty like yours - a killing of the body or of the heart, I’d be thankful for either. Whichever you would give me, I would thank you for it.”

(Pause)

\Hopeful, excited** “Of course. By the skies above and the seas below, I swear it. Tell me what you desire from me, and it is yours.”

(Pause)

\Surprised** “You… want to get into my boat?”

(Pause)

“No! No, I’m not denying you. I was simply surprised by your request. Here, allow me to help you.”

\Narrator offers his hands to Listener as she pulls herself from the water, helping her into the boat. For a moment, Narrator is still, shocked that Listener’s hands are on their arms.**

\Awestruck** “My love, your hands…You’re touching me.”

(Pause)

\Sheepish** “Ah, right. My apologies. I’ll remove my hands now.”

\Narrator clears their throat.**

“Again, I’m sorry for that. I hadn’t meant to get distracted. Allow me to redirect my focus back to where it should be. What else is it that you desire from me? What will you allow me to do for you?”

(Pause)

“By all means, of course. You can touch my face to your heart’s satisfaction.”

\There’s a few moments of silence as Listener touches Narrator’s face. Narrator tries to steady their breathing in the process.**

“Are you… pleased with my face?”

(Pause)

“Your fingers seem to linger on my lips the most. May I ask if there’s something about them that interests you?”

(Pause)

“Ah, yes. The cut was not the shallowest one I’ve received, and I’m afraid that my tongue is still bleeding a fair bit. I apologize for getting my blood all over your fingers.”

(Pause)

“Careful. If you move your hand so close to your face, you might smear my blood on yourself.”

(Pause)

“My love, what are you doing? You’re… Oh. You wanted to taste my blood.”

\Narrator laughs, a bit giddy.**

“I hadn’t expected you to truly want to taste my blood. Do you enjoy the taste of my life on your fingers?”

(Pause)

“You want more? Of course, my love. You may take as much of my blood as you desire. How should you like it? How should I bleed for you?”

(Pause)

“My tongue? What do you mean?”

(Pause)

\Stunned** “That-That would be a kiss… Do you want to kiss me?”

(Pause)

“Yes, by the gods, yes. Please, my love, please kiss me..”

\Listener kisses Narrator for a while, tasting the blood on his tongue.**

\Somewhat breathless, loving** “Shit… Have I died? Did you eat my heart so quick that I felt not even a second of pain? Because I swear that I’ve just felt heaven against my lips and between my hands.”

\Listener scoffs and Narrator chuckles.**

“I’m sorry, my love. I was confused for a moment there. I never thought I would be blessed enough to kiss you, and yet, you’ve shocked me by giving me the greatest gift I could never even have begged you for.”

(Pause)

“Did it please you, then? Did the taste of my blood from the source injury satisfy you?”

(Pause)

“I’m beyond delighted to hear that. To earn your forgiveness is all that I’ve wanted.”

(Pause)

“Oh, of course not. I would never expect it would be so easy to earn my place in your good graces. Please, tell me what else I can do.”

(Pause)

“Of course, my love. For every journey I take, I shall spill my blood in the water again so you know when I leave. I will follow your song loyally, and I will allow you to take your pick of my crew to eat. I will be happy to help you satiate your hunger, now and always. But, my love, if I may ask you for a favor?”

(Pause)

“If I ever displease you again, if I ever anger or annoy you, I would like to have the same fate. Drown me and eat me. Turn the waters red with my blood and feast on every last part of me. Make me suffer for ever doing wrong by you, my love.”

(Pause)

“As I have told you many times, I will only die happy if it is by your hand. I only want to serve you, even if it is in death.”

\Listener and Narrator kiss for a while.**

“I shall never tire of that feeling. Your lips are the only thing I shall dream of for the rest of my days and nights, I swear it.”

\Narrator chuckles.**

“Though, I must admit, they have not been absent from my thoughts prior to this. Even after this, when I lie in my bed, I will only be thinking of how lucky I am to have experienced what it’s like to have kissed you.”

(Pause)

\Disappointed** “Oh, my love, surely you don’t mean that. Must we part ways already?”

\Narrator sighs.**

“You’re right. Of course you’re right. I must go back to the ship before morning comes. But please, might I have another kiss before you go?”

\Narrator and Listener kiss.**

\Loving** “Farewell, my love, my beautiful death. My heart aches already, and I know that I’ll miss you desperately come morning. I shall be back to you as soon as time will allow. Until then, not a second shall pass that I do not think of you. I love you dearly, and your absence shall only make my heart grow fonder.”

\Listener drops back into the water as Narrator rows back to the ship, and the audio ends.**