Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Impression and Meet

A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

After the crumb incident, she had been mostly left alone. Her book would occasionally slam shut on her, and she wasn't able to get a bite of any of the popcorn. It would be moved away from her every time she had tried to get some. So, she had been forced to eat the crumbs at a certain point. It was humiliating, but she was hungry. She had tried to leave the room to quickly grab some new food, but her room door would lock itself every time.

The entity's intention was apparently to make her starve, and her stomach grumbled for the rest of the day and through the night. Luckily, she had the option to sleep and forget about the hunger for a bit. This also permitted her to dismiss the entity haunting the house. It left her vulnerable, but again sleep was a necessity if she wanted to be able to think clearly.

Currently, though, she was dreaming about eating a feast of her favorite foods. A thin trail of drool was leaving the right corner of her lips, causing Drem to chuckle a bit. He had to admit to himself that it was cute, but he couldn't leave her like forever. After all he had some interesting plans in store for her.

His brown eyes glanced over to the wristwatch on the right nightstand in the room. It was nine in the morning. Just a few more minutes and he could initiate his plan. Excitement coursed through his veins; however, he would have to leave the little doe for a bit. Originally, he had made the promise to keep her in his sight at most times. Drem realized, though, that the plan would be so much more enjoyable if she were asleep at the start of it.

So, he took the risk of leaving her alone again. He went into the living room and looked out the window. Any moment now, his opportunity would arrive. A smile painted his lips when he saw the truck pull up. The mail was arriving, and this mail man always brought it to the front door. Granted, Nathan probably would have had the worker only put it in the mailbox had the antique collector known that his old buddy would escape his imprisonment.

Eagerly, he watched the mail man walk up to the front door of the house. He could have made the action sooner, but he wanted to be polite and open the door for the man. Once the mail man came close enough, Drem unlocked the front door and opened it, so that the doorbell wouldn't be rung.

Confusion was written across the unsuspecting worker's face, as he saw no one on the other side of the door. Stepping into the home, the mail man looked around for someone, while Drem closed and locked the door behind the worker. By now, a look of concern crossed the worker's face, but Drem was only grinning from ear to ear.

Within the next moment, he flew into mail man and pushed the worker into an unconscious state, while he had free reign over his body. The mail dropped to the floor, but Drem could care less about it. He was more focused on the various sensations he was feeling again. The male now possessed every sense again, and he could feel the blood running through his veins. For once in five years, he felt warm.

He could feel his fingers touching the palms of his hands when he moved the digits back and forth. His toes felt the softness of the socks, as he curled them. Drem breathed in through his nose and exhaled, taking his first real breath. Beforehand, he could breathe, but the air passed through him and had no affect on him. Of course, he would execute his plan soon, but he wanted to take a moment to just enjoy the feeling of having all of his senses back.