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Key:

( ) = Verbal Sound Effect

[ ] = Added Sound Effect

* * = Silent Insert

{ } = Line Delivery

~ ~ = Emphasis

Old Habits…

[stairs creak]

Open your eyes, pet.

*small pause*

There we go. Wake up.

*small pause*

Don’t struggle, my sweet. That’ll only make me angry.

*listener obliges*

{quietly}

Hey. You’re still supposed to be scared. Don’t actually not struggle.

*listener agrees*

I’m sure you’re wondering how you got here. Why I drugged you, and dragged you down to my basement? Well, it’s simple dear. I’m madly in love with you.

*listener mumbles*

Oh, don’t try to dissuade me. My love burns too strong to be shaken. And you’re gagged far too tightly to speak.

*small pause*

{quietly}

Stop looking at me like that. You don’t love me until the third act at the soonest!

(clear throat)

I’ve been watching you for weeks. Studying you. Doing my research. I knew that if I was going to take you it had to be, perfect.

*small pause*

I know your favorite foods. I’ve rescued all your plants. And while you were unconscious, I, ~canceled~ all your responsibilities.

*listener stares*

Oh, now that’s better. I can see it in your eyes. You're worried. Worried about what I could possibly mean. Well, I’ll put it this way. You ~quit~ your job, your friends think you died in a car accident and, you don’t need to buy any gifts on Mother’s Day.

*listener looks*

{quietly}

Hey, focus up! You should be mad not all, lovey-dovey!

*small pause*

Anyway, by my count, you are now completely alone. Locked away in a strange place, and I’m your only shot at salvation. If I wanted, I could walk away, and you’d wither from the lack of water. So it’s going to be in your best interest to keep me happy.

*small pause*

I’m not asking for much. Not at the beginning at least. For now, I just need you to make an effort. I need you to pretend like you love me. So when I take this gag out, it’ll be no biting, no screaming, no harsh words, nothing extreme. Ready?

*small pause*

There. Do you have anything to say?

*listener speaks*

No! You’re supposed to be bitter on this one! Ugh, can’t you remember any of this stuff? Try again!

*listener states*

Just stop. The moment is gone. Let’s just skip ahead. I’m going to go get your dinner and when I come back, you better have your game face on. None of this head-over-heels garbage, okay?

*listener agrees*

[stairs creek]

*pause*

[stairs creek]

Hello again, pet. I brought some soup. I thought it’d be easy to spoon-feed to you since your arms are still bound.

*small pause*

Oh, sweet thing, don’t look so mad! This is a mercy. I don’t have to feed you every day. So if you don’t want to be spoon-fed, then you can simply skip dinner. Hell, you can skip every meal while you’re at it!

*listener denies*

Starvation? I wouldn’t let that happen to you, sweetie. But I would let you get plenty close. So please, I insist. Test me. Refuse dinner and see what happens.

*listener folds*

That’s better. Open wide!

[repetitive sounds of spoon touching bowl]

Mmhmm.

Good.

Very good.

I’m glad someone found their sense of obedience.

Good pet.

You’re making me very happy.

*small pause*

Soup’s done. Great job eating it all. Now, how about dessert?

*listener questions*

Too full? Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not thinking of food.

*listener asks*

Kiss me.

([series of kisses)

{interrupting kissing}

Stop. Stop everything.

*small pause*

No more kisses. I can’t do this anymore.

[shackles click]

Stand up, honey.

*listener obliges*

What’s this about? I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you?

*listener questions*

I don’t love you anymore. Whatever spark we had all that time ago is gone. And this little roleplay session isn’t going to bring back the feelings I used to have for you.

*listener asks*

No, it’s not like that. I ~did~ love you. Past tense. I wouldn’t have kidnapped you if I didn’t. But I just don’t feel it anymore. I haven’t felt it for months now. This roleplay was my hail mary. A last-ditch effort to save our relationship, and it’s not working.

*small pause*

I think we should see other people.

*listener questions*

No, I’m not cheating on you. I have more respect for you than that. We could still be friends, maybe hang out on the weekends, but I can’t live with you. Not romantically, anyway.

*listener speaks*

No, I’m sorry. I wish I wasn’t dropping this on you. You were great. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing. But all good things have to come to an end, and right now, that applies to us.

*small pause*

I know most of our accounts are in my name these days. And that I’ve basically sabotaged all your working career up to this point. So um… well… I guess I can send you an allowance or something. More like alimony checks actually. You know I can afford it. In the meantime, you can stay here but, you’ll have to sleep in a guest room.

*small pause*

I think I need to go to bed and… think about some things. I’ll… see you in the morning, I guess.

*pause for scene transition*

[door creaks]

Hey, I know you’re probably sad, or maybe you just want one last hurrah in the bedroom, or whatever, but I’m not in the mood. Please just go.

*small pause*

Even in the dark, I can see your figure. I know you’re at the edge of the bed. Will you just say whatever is so important and let me sleep?

*listener states*

You love me. Still? Wow, I really did a number on you, didn’t I? Listen, I’m sorry. But it’s over. Go to sleep.

*listener denies*

Not over? What do you mean it’s-!

{muffled & mumbled}

Wait! Is this chloroform? No! Stop!

*speaker collapses*

*pause*

(groan)

My head… What?

*small pause*
Why am I down here?

*listener approaches*

Honey? Wait no, not honey. We’re not a thing anymore. Why am I tied up?

*listener stares*

Hey. I don’t like that look in your eye. Are you doing okay?

*listener speaks*

Did you hit your head or something? I’m not the pet. You were the pet, and now no one is. We’re over.

*listener disagrees*

Not over? I don’t-.

*small pause*

Oh my god, you’re trying to Yandere me, aren’t you?

*listener nods*

That’s not going to work. I don’t love you.

*listener denies*

That’s what you used to say? Oh no, it was, wasn’t it?

*small pause*

Hey, you don’t have to do this. I um… I do love you! You can just let me go!

*listener comments*

You said that too? Uh… I… Please don’t hurt me.

*listener assures*

See, you say you’re not going to hurt me, but if I remember correctly, that’s what ~I~ used to say. And you have the scars to prove I was lying.

*listener disagrees*

You won’t make the same mistakes as me? I don’t-

*small pause*

Oh god. I’ve created a monster, haven’t I? This whole time, I’ve been accidentally training you to be the perfect Yandere.

*small pause*

(small gulp)

Please, don’t do this. I don’t love you. I can’t feel that way about you.

*listener disagrees*

We’ll see? Wait, isn’t that what I said before I started the isolation?

[stairs creek]

Wait! I don’t want to get Stockholm’ed! Please!

[door shuts]