𝐑𝐔𝐍 - Yandere kidnapper x reader
Summary: Your kidnapper chases you through the woods, and you nearly escape. But, as always he catches you before you can get away.
Warnings: Violence
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You ran as fast as you could, not knowing when to stop. Tall trees surrounded you in every direction, with no roads and no sign of civilization anywhere. It was just you, the birds chirping above, and the man chasing you through the woods with a rifle.
He seemed to enjoy the chase. He fired at the trees nearby, the shots cracking through the forest, but he never aimed directly at you. It was all part of the game to him. He enjoyed the way you flinched at every shot, covered your head, screamed, and kept running.
Keep going, you told yourself. Every time he forced you into this cruel game, you repeated the same words. No matter what happened, you refused to give up.
You didn’t hear another bullet go through you had turned around to see no sight of him. You probably lost him. You continue running every branch you step on hurts since you were on bare feet’s, but you didn’t care.
That’s when you spotted a lake in the distance. A smile spread across your face when you noticed a small boat tied to a wooden post near the shore. Hope surged through you, and you ran faster.
Reaching the boat, you dropped to your knees and hurriedly worked at the rope, trying to untie it. Then you heard the sharp snap of a branch behind you.
You gasped and spun around. A man stood a few feet away.
He looked like a hiker. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance—your dirty clothes, bare feet, tangled hair, and terrified expression. It didn’t take long for him to realize something was wrong.
"Hey..." he said cautiously. "Are you lost?"
“Get away from me!” you shouted, stepping back. “I’m taking this boat, and you’re not stopping me.” The man immediately raised his hands. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”
He glanced at the boat. "I was heading for it too. I'm lost as well." You narrowed your eyes, not sure whether to trust him.
“You’re a hiker?” you asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Do you have a phone with you?” you asked. He nodded. “Yeah, but there’s no service. I’ve already tried calling for help.” You glanced nervously toward the trees. Any minute now, he could appear.
“Hurry up and help me get this thing loose,” you said.
The hiker rushed over and grabbed the rope. Together, you worked quickly, finally freeing the boat from the post. The rope fell to the ground.
“How did you get lost?” he asked. “You don’t have any hiking gear with you.” You hesitated, your eyes fixed on the dark forest behind him.
“A man…” you began, your voice shaking. You swallowed hard before forcing the words out. “A man is trying to kill me.”
The hiker’s expression immediately changed. The confusion vanished, replaced by concern. “What?” he asked. “What do you mean?” Before you could answer, a distant gunshot echoed through the woods.
You both flinched as the gunshot echoed through the woods. Birds burst from a nearby tree, scattering into the sky.
He’s here.
“We have to go, now!” you shouted. The hiker didn’t argue. Together, you rushed into the boat and pushed away from the shore. The boat rocked beneath you as you climbed in.
“Go, go!” you urged.
Grabbing the paddles, the two of you began rowing as fast as you could. The distance between the boat and the shore slowly grew, but neither of you dared look back for long.
Your heart pounded in your chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, you had a chance to escape.
The hiker kept paddling, glancing over his shoulder at the shoreline. “Hey… I don’t see hi—”
Another gunshot cracked through the air.
“Aah!” the hiker screamed as the bullet tore into his arm. Blood immediately stained his sleeve. He dropped one of the paddles and clutched his injured arm, crying out in pain.
The boat lurched violently.
“Hold on!” you shouted, reaching for him, but the sudden shift in weight threw the small boat off balance.
It rocked once. Then again.
The next second, it flipped completely over.
The icy water swallowed you both.
You plunged beneath the surface, the shock stealing the air from your lungs. For a moment, all you could hear was the muffled rush of water around you.Panicking, you kicked upward until your head finally broke through the surface. Gasping for air, you wiped the water from your eyes and searched frantically for the hiker.
A few feet away, he surfaced, coughing and struggling to stay afloat with his injured arm. Then you heard another gunshot echo across the lake. Another gunshot rang out, striking the overturned boat and sending splinters flying across the water.
“Come here!” you shouted.
You grabbed the hiker and pulled him along as you swam toward the opposite shore. Every stroke burned, but adrenaline kept you moving. At last, you reached land and dragged yourselves into the cover of the trees.
The gunshots stopped. The sudden silence was almost worse. The hiker leaned against a tree, clutching his injured arm. Blood seeped between his fingers as he grimaced in pain.
“He’s crazy!” he whispered harshly.
You knelt beside him, pressing a piece of torn fabric against the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
“I need you to be quiet,” you said urgently. “If he hears us, he’ll find us. Please… just stay quiet.”
The hiker nodded, but another pained groan escaped him.
Then—Snap.
The sound of a branch breaking echoed through the trees. Your heart nearly stopped. Slowly, you looked toward the darkness between the trunks.
“Oh gosh…” you muttered under your breath.
“Don’t leave me,” the hiker pleaded, his voice trembling.
You swallowed hard. Every instinct told you to run, but if you left him behind, he wouldn’t stand a chance. The forest had gone completely still, as if even the birds were afraid to make a sound.
“I’m sorry!” you said, backing away.
The hiker stared at you in disbelief as you turned and ran deeper into the trees. Panic took over. All you could think about was escaping. You barely made it a few steps.
Something struck you from the side, sending you crashing to the ground. A sharp pain shot through your body as you hit the forest floor. Dazed, you tried to push yourself up, but your strength was gone.
A familiar voice broke the silence.
“So close.”
Your heart sank.
You squeezed your eyes shut as tears filled them. After everything the running, the lake, the boat you had still been caught. The footsteps stopped beside you.
You didn’t even look up. For a moment, all you could hear was your own shaky breathing.
The hope you’d been holding onto slipped away, and silent tears rolled down your cheeks. “Found you.”
His voice was calm, almost amused. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet.
You let out a pained whine as he dragged you across the forest floor. “Please…” you whispered, your voice shaking.
He ignored you. A few moments later, he stopped and shoved you forward. You stumbled to your knees.
Looking up, you saw the injured hiker still sitting against the tree. His face had gone pale, and his eyes widened when he saw the man standing behind you.
“What do you want?” he asked, trying to sound brave despite the fear in his voice. You lowered your head, fighting back tears as the hiker finally understood the danger the two of you were in.
“Nothing from you,” he said, his eyes fixed on the hiker. The hiker tensed against the tree. The man’s grip on your arm tightened slightly.
“Except for one thing,” he continued. “You touched her.”A chill ran through you. The hiker looked confused for a moment before realizing what he meant.
“What?” he asked. “I was helping her.”
“Exactly.” His tone remained calm, which somehow made it worse. You pulled against his grip. “Stop it. He was just trying to help me.” The man ignored you.
The hiker swallowed hard but held his ground. “She said you were trying to kill her.” A faint smile crossed the man’s face.
“And yet,” he said, “here I am, and she’s still alive.” You felt your stomach twist. The hiker’s eyes narrowed. “You’re insane.” The smile disappeared.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. The forest seemed unnaturally quiet around you. Then the man looked down at you. “Come on,” he said. “It’s time to go home.”
Your heart sank.
“No!” you cried, trying to pull away. You fought with everything you had left. You pushed, kicked, and struggled against his grip, refusing to give up. “Stop!” you shouted.
But he was stronger.
With one rough shove, he knocked you to the ground. Your head struck the dirt, and a wave of dizziness washed over you. You groaned and tried to crawl away, your arms trembling beneath you.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he snapped. A moment later, he lifted you off the ground.Your vision blurred. You were too exhausted to keep fighting.
Then suddenly—He let go.
You hit the ground with a gasp as he stumbled forward.
“Agh!”
You looked up. The hiker stood behind him, breathing heavily. Despite his injured arm, he had managed to get to his feet. In his good hand was a large rock.
“Come on, run!” the hiker shouted.
You didn't hesitate.
Turning around, you sprinted into the darkness of the forest once again. Branches brushed against your arms as you pushed through the trees. Your legs ached, and every breath burned in your chest, but you forced yourself to keep moving.
You didn’t look back.
After a while, you realized you couldn’t hear anyone behind you. Just the sound of the wind moving through the trees.
The hiker wasn’t with you. Had he gone in another direction? Had he escaped? You didn’t know.
Part of you hoped he had gotten away and was already finding help. Despite his injury, he had risked everything to give you a chance to escape.
You hoped he had survived.
The forest grew darker as you continued forward. Alone once again, you wrapped your arms around yourself and kept walking. You were exhausted, frightened, and lost.
But you were still free.
And as long as you were free, there was still hope.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with you.You found a spot hidden between thick bushes and the roots of a large tree. Curling up against the trunk, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to stay warm.
The night air was cold.
Your clothes were still damp from the lake, and shivers ran through your body. Despite your fear, your eyes slowly drifted shut.
You didn’t know how long you had been asleep.
A sound woke you.
Crunch.
Your eyes snapped open.
Footsteps.
You froze.
The sound of movement came from somewhere nearby. Your heart began pounding immediately. Without thinking, you clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid even the sound of your breathing might give you away.
Crunch.
Another step.
Closer this time.
You pressed yourself farther against the tree, hardly daring to move. The forest was too dark to see clearly, but you could make out a figure moving between the trees. You held your breath.
Please don’t be him.
Please don’t be him.
Slowly, you peeked out from behind the tree. Your heart skipped a beat. An orange jacket. The bloodstain on the sleeve. It was the hiker.
Relief washed over you. He was alive. A small smile appeared on your face as you pushed yourself out of your hiding spot. But the moment you stood, your exhausted legs gave out beneath you.
You stumbled forward with a thump. The figure immediately went still. “Hiker…?” you called softly. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then the figure turned around.
Your smile vanished. The breath caught in your throat.
No.
It wasn’t the hiker.
The orange jacket hung loosely over a different frame. The bloodstain was there, but the face staring back at you wasn’t the hiker’s. It was him.
Noah.
Your captor. His eyes locked onto yours. A slow smile spread across his face. For a second, neither of you spoke. Then your stomach dropped as you realized what had happened.
The jacket.
The blood.
He had found the hiker.
And now he had found you, too.
“There you are!” he said. You scrambled to your feet and tried to run, but your exhaustion had caught up with you.
Before you could get far, he grabbed you and forced you back to the ground. “No!” you screamed, your voice hoarse and dry. You struggled against him, twisting and pulling, desperate to break free.
“You’ve had your fun,” he said. “It’s time to go back.”
He fought to keep you pinned down as you continued to resist. His hands locked around your wrists while you kicked at the dirt and tried to pull away.
“Let me go!” you cried.
The forest seemed to spin around you. You were exhausted, cold, and running on what little strength you had left. Still, you refused to stop fighting. For a moment, neither of you noticed the sound coming from deeper in the woods.
A distant voice. Then another.
Noah froze.
You heard it too.
People.
Somewhere nearby, voices were calling out through the trees. Your heart leaped with hope.
Noah reacted instantly. He clamped a hand over your mouth and pulled you backward into the cover of the bushes. You let out a muffled cry and tried to struggle free, but he tightened his grip.
“Make a sound," he whispered harshly into your ear, "and you'll regret it." You froze.
The voices were still out there somewhere, drifting through the trees. So close.
Tears welled in your eyes as you sat perfectly still, afraid to move. Noah’s hand remained firmly over your mouth while he listened for any sign that the searchers were getting closer.
“Boss, there’s nothing here,” one of the voices said. “Was the call a false alarm?” another replied. “We haven’t found anyone.” Your heart raced.
The hiker. He must have managed to call for help after all.
For a moment, the forest fell silent then the leader spoke again. “We’ll continue the search tomorrow morning. Pack up and get ready to leave.”
A chorus of acknowledgments followed. You watched through tears as the beams of their flashlights drifted farther and farther away between the trees.
No.
No, no, no.
They were leaving.
The voices grew fainter with every passing second until only the sounds of the forest remained. Beside you, Noah let out a slow breath. His grip didn’t loosen. In fact, it seemed to tighten.
You lowered your eyes, fighting back the urge to cry out. The rescue team had been so close. Just a little closer, and they might have found you. As the last traces of light disappeared into the darkness, Noah leaned closer.
“See?” he murmured. “No one’s going to find you.”
The moment the search party disappeared, the last bit of hope you had been holding onto shattered.
You broke down in tears.
Curling into yourself, you wrapped your arms around your knees and cried. You couldn’t stop. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how far you ran, Noah always found you.
Always. For a moment, he simply watched. Then he stepped closer. “You really went too far this time, darling,” he said.
His hand closed around your arm, and he pulled you to your feet. You winced but didn’t fight back. You were too exhausted.
“You know how hard it was to find you again?” he continued. “Of course you don’t.” You looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
Noah reached out and gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His gaze traveled over your tangled hair, dirty clothes, and tear-stained face.
“You look like a mess,” he said with a sigh.
Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the wind moving through the trees and your uneven breathing. Then Noah released your face and tightened his hold on your arm.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s time to go home.”
The words made your stomach sink. Slowly, he began leading you deeper into the darkness of the forest. It was a blur the way back. By the time you reached what Noah called “home,” you could barely keep your eyes open.
The long chase through the forest had left you exhausted. After making sure you were cleaned up and had something to eat, he led you down the familiar hallway.
You already knew where he was taking you.
The room. Without a word, he opened the door and guided you inside. The room was small and bare. There were no windows, only four walls, a thin mattress on the floor, and a heavy door.
Nothing else.
You stood there silently as he stepped back into the hallway.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then the door closed. A second later, you heard the lock click into place. The sound echoed through the room.
You slowly sat down on the mattress and pulled your knees to your chest. You wondered if the people searching would come back tomorrow.
Most of all, you wondered how much longer you could endure this. The room was silent except for your breathing.
Outside, footsteps faded down the hallway. Then there was nothing. You lay on the mattress for what felt like an endless stretch of time.
The silence in the room pressed in on you, heavy and suffocating.
Then the door handle rattled. Your body tensed immediately. The lock clicked, and the door opened. Noah stepped inside.
You shot up from the mattress and pressed yourself against the wall, putting as much distance between you and him as possible. He closed the door behind him.
The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the small room again. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Noah glanced at you, taking in your defensive stance, your wide eyes, and the way you refused to move closer.
“Relax,” he said calmly, as if nothing was wrong. You didn’t answer. The room felt even smaller with him inside it.
He stayed by the door for a moment longer, watching you carefully, before slowly taking a step forward.
“I want to know if you’re going to run away again,” he said patiently. You stayed silent, pressed against the wall, your eyes fixed on him.
He stood at the end of the mattress, watching you closely. The room felt suffocatingly small. Only silence answered him.
“Answer, Y/N,” he said again, his voice sharper this time.
Still, you didn’t respond.You turned your face away, refusing to give him what he wanted. A tense pause followed.
Noah exhaled slowly, as if trying to control his frustration. He didn’t move closer, but his presence filled the room completely.
“I’m asking you a simple question,” he said more quietly. You hugged yourself tighter, remaining silent. The air between you grew heavier with each passing second.
“Okay,” he said.
Your eyebrows furrowed as he suddenly reached for your leg and pulled you forward. You screamed and tried to scramble backward, panic rising instantly.
“I won’t—okay! I won’t!” you yelled. Your voice broke as you struggled against him, fear taking over.
He stopped.
His grip loosened, and he released your leg, letting you pull away. You quickly moved back, pressing yourself against the wall again, breathing hard.
The room fell into an uneasy silence. Noah watched you for a moment, expression unreadable.“Good,” he said quietly.
He didn’t move closer this time, but he didn’t leave either.
And the space between you felt just as heavy as before. Till he smile. “Did you enjoy your run with the hiker?” he asked suddenly. You swallowed hard.
“No…” you said quietly. It was the only thing that felt safe playing along. “Liar,” he replied immediately. “You kept helping him instead of letting him go.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong!” you snapped back before you could stop yourself. Noah’s expression tightened.
“Still,” he said, voice rising slightly, “you could’ve just left him. Now I had to get my hands dirty.” Your breath caught.
“You—” your voice shook. “You didn’t…”
He looked at you for a moment, then nodded. “I did.”
The words hit you like a punch. Your knees felt weak as you stared at him, unable to process it fully at first. The forest, the hope, the search everything suddenly felt farther away than ever.
Noah watched your reaction closely, calm again now that the truth had landed. “And now,” he added quietly, “there’s no one left to interfere.”
He brought you back home again like he always had, and he would no matter what got in the way—you were his.
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A/N: This is my first time writing something like this, and I feel like it was really bad…lol (I’m new at this)
