#not to mention the 'torture/confinement makes you Evil and Crazy and Broken and the only narrative path is death'

[gloriousmonsters]

sorrowland is kind of a funny book bc on one hand it’s very obviously a power fantasy about mutating into a cool monster and killing bad guys but the author is like. self aware about it just enough that we keep on hitting the pause button to be like ‘hey guys so... i know we just popped a woman’s head off like a cork and defended against a hail of bullets with cool bone wings so we can then absolutely slaughter some soldiers..... but Violence Is Bad. Addiction To Power Is Bad. I mean yes we’re still killing these people and not trying to like communicate with them at all but it’s ok we put a little sign up saying Don’t Do This Cool Thing, It’s Not That Fulfilling Actually, so it’s fine right? right. ok back to the protagonist murdering the shit out of people with magic fungi powers’

[theodora3022]

Solitude Madness

BSD Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader

Setting: Confinement can make people crazy. Before all of this happened you would never dreamt about submitting to an evil man like Fyodor. The demon does have his way of breaking down even the toughest minds.

Notes: This may or not relate to my quarantine and seasonal depression and my need for a cuddle session with my favourite rat man. There will be no torture in this since I am not familiar with writing graphic violence.

Word count: 1.1k(Sequal to a fic, but my muse kind of ditched)

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, self-indulgent garbage, implied abduction,mindbreak, mentions of surgery, general Yandere content

When was the last time you had seen the sun again? How long have you been trapped in this dark underground facility? 

You are well aware who can answer those questions, but you refused to ask him anything. After all, Fyodor is the one responsible for your present condition. 

You hate this, you never wanted this, being in this little cell against your will, just because you are the object of his affections? Has he ever heard of what love is?

True love is seeing your loved ones happy, whether they are with you or not. If they are happy, you should be content and guard their happiness. You were happily enjoying a normal life in the sun, but now this damned Russian terrorist had dragged you into eternal darkness, all in the name of love? He calls this selfish obsession, this bone-chilling possessiveness love? Just what made him this way?  “You are absolutely insane.” “Glad we are in agreeance, dear.” Those amused chuckles made you look away trembling, leaving another scar on your already scarred mind.

You are a nuisance, a distraction to Fyodor’s grand plans. He hates this feeling of you being out on your own, where anyone could just whisk you away as you are such a helpless little creature. Surveillance feed from hidden cameras failed to satiate his desires before long, Fyodor has to do something to make sure no one(else) hurts you.

You have been screaming and crying less whenever he comes into sight, Fyodor could consider that to be good progress. He fully understands that nobody likes to wake up in a strange place one morning and that loss of freedom. Why else do you think you have been getting away with punishments for yelling at him? The last person who dared to do so is no longer in the land of the living. But you are different, Fyodor is surprised to find himself willing to be patient with you, to tolerate your inconvenient behaviours. Which makes him wonder when this state of transition would pass, what would you be like when you finally accepted your place here. How long? A few months? A year?

Call him as many names, scream whatever sharp words as you like. One day you would understand you belong to your god, your master Fyodor. There is no need to force you to do anything, you will do them by your own “free will” soon enough.

You are particularly quiet today, no noises whatsoever when he brought you the meal. Just curling up against the wall, hugging your knees with a grim expression. 

Well, just as he expected. Long periods of isolation can do amazing things to one’s mind, he knows that all too well. This nearly effortless tactic is surprisingly effective.

That day begins like any other. He was about to put the food tray down and return to his work as usual, but this time he felt a little pull on his cape.

“Don’t leave...please-” Now, now. What do we have here? Are you clinging on to the edge of his cloak? Do you want him to give you some much-needed attention? Has his little mouse finally learned how to behave?

Fyodor might not have hurt you or starved you just yet, but countless days would go by silently, without anything to keep you occupied within these empty walls. No one to talk to, nothing to keep your mind off these horrific conditions, all you can do is sob in that corner like a miserable animal. What date is even today again? It was bearable at first, but as the days went by you had become quite desperate for attention, to the point you do not care who you got it from. The endless boredom scares you so, this horror of being alone scares you also. You had imagined all sorts of things following your abduction, such as torture, but you failed to account for what to do with this utter silence and isolation. It may not hurt physically, yet it feels much worse. 

And that is exactly what Fyodor wants you to perceive. Everything is going just according to his little plan. 

Why would he apply violence when he can do this? That is for brutes, never for someone intelligent like him. He would hate to cause you any physical harm, as he does not have a doctor on-site for treatment. When it comes to your mind, however, that is a completely different story. Your mind will shatter by itself, so Fyodor can build up an ideal darling with those broken pieces, and he rather not perform that troublesome procedure again.

That scared expression you made when he pretends to not hear you is just so endearing. Feeling your grip tightens, almost tearing his cape off his shoulders, Fyodor finally stopped. Letting out a sigh, he turns back to face your trembling form.

“Do you need something, my little mouse?” That smile, that vile smile dipped in venom, the only thing that could peak your interest in these empty walls.

You do, you need some company, any company will do.

“I…” Your remaining conscience screams in the corner of your brain, do not submit, he is the one to blame! But it was ignored, unfortunately. What is dignity again?

Your captor was shocked when you straight up jumped up and wrapped your arms around his slender shoulders. He did not expect you to be this...passionate. 

“Fyodor, please. Do not leave me here alone any longer. I will do as you say, I’ll do anything!” Gods, you really are doing this. Begging for this rat’s mercy like a pathetic dog. But you had passed the point of having dignity. His chest feels surprisingly warm, compared to his icy fingertips, and you buried your face on those fluffy decorative fur trimmings. Soft, you should really have done this sooner. You belong to him now, so why not exercise the rights you have instead of being a brat? 

This is perfect, the result is almost the same as what he expected. Your affectionate nature has only been a pleasant surprise, and Fyodor is surprised about your resilience. Now all he needs to do is just sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labour.