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YB x Murderer Reader

Y/N POV:

I wiped the blood from my face as I continued to saw off the remaining limbs from {Random victims names body}. When they said it was a lot of work they weren't kidding. Took me half an hour just to saw an arm and a leg off. Either this saw is dull or i'm just bad at this. This wasn't even the worst part. I had another son of bitch tied up in my basement and their screaming is giving me a fucking headache. Finally having enough I dropped the saw, Put the body back into the bathtub and closed the shower curtain. I ran down the basement stairs and switched on the light. She was still screaming. I stomped over to her and struck her across the face. The screaming stopped. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed at her, gripping her shoulders tightly. The girl stayed quiet in shock from the hard blow. I Held my head. "For the love of god why are you still screaming? No one can hear you because the wall have been sound proofed. I was gonna be nice and let you live a little longer but YOUR FUCKING GIVING ME A HEADACHE!" I said, trying to calm myself down. I sighed in frustration and looked at the wall. A board hung on it with a bunch of useful tools. I walked over to it and pulled a small pocket knife off one of the racks. I took it out of the case and flipped the blade open, turning back to the tied up girl. they noticed me and started to scream again. the ringing in my ears driving me crazy. I came over and kneeled down in front of her. using one of my hands to squeeze her cheeks so she'd shut up. "Okay bitch. You won't shut the fuck up so I guess I'll have to do it for you." I said, and stuck the pocket knife in her mouth. She tried to yell but the knife choked her. placing the knife on her tongue I slowly dragged it along, blood gushing out and her screams fading.  I was so relieved. I watched her tongue fall out and land by my feet. looking down at it I smiled and picked it up, shoving it in her face. "No more talking for you~" I chirped. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the front door upstairs. "Shit." I mumbled, tossing the tongue onto the table next to me. "Make any noise and i'll make your skin into a blanket." I said holding the tip of the pocket knife to her throat. The knocking came again and I quickly got up and went up the stairs to the door. looking through the peak hole my eyes shrunk. it was Peter. I realized as much as I wanted to open the door and greet him my appearance was unsanitary as I was covered in blood from my face to the bottom of my pants. Anxiously I thought of an alibi. I couldn't go up to my room and change, that would take too long and It would even be harder to explain why I had it on me. Maybe I can make it look like injury. Barley thinking I rushed to the kitchen and took out a small knife. The knocking on the door came again. "Just a second!" I called, turning back to the counter. I gulped and reached out my arm, placing it  on the counter and pressing the blade against it. Digging the knife slowly into my skin all my nerve stung in pain and I bit my lip to prevent screams from coming out. Scarlet red blood gushed from the wound when I finally stopped cutting. Ignoring the pain I grabbed a roll of bandages from the cabinet and wrapped my injured arm. Running to the door I flung it open obviously catching peter by surprise as he jumped back. I Held onto the door frame and smiled at him awkwardly. "Hey Peter." I said. He smiled at me but his happy expression turned into fear when he seen my clothes and arm. "Darling? What happened to you?!" He asked, gripping my arm gently. I flinched from the prick of pain. "I had a little accident in the kitchen." I lied through my teeth. "You cut yourself that badly?" He asked staring into my eyes. I looked away, acting embarrassed and nodded. He sighed. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up. Just go sit on the couch and I'll go find your first aid kit." He said. I nodded, letting go of his hand and we walked inside. I plopped on the couch and peter went to the bathroom to go find the med kit. Sitting on the couch I rocked myself back and forth thinking of what to do. I had a girl without a tongue in my basement, Peter was in the bathroom searching for a med kit, and I had a body in the-

....

In the bathtub...

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

I Jumped up from the couch and rushed down the hall into the bedroom where the bathroom was attached too. "Peter...?" I whispered, peeking into the doorway. I saw Peter standing in the middle of the room. The shower curtain was open...fuck...

I stepped inside quietly, there was a small wooden board strip from the door frame that fell of a while ago. I grabbed it and continued to walk slowly inside. carefully placing into a baseball position I walked up to his side. turning my head to his side he was just staring blankly at the disemboweled body. "Peter..." I said. He turned his head slowly to me. "You killed someone?" He asked. Ashamed, I lowered my head. dropping the wooden board to my side. "I did..." I mumbled. He blinked. "Why...?" He asked. I didn't speak. "Y/N?" Peter said, reaching his hand to my shoulder. before he could I picked up the board and smashed it over his head. He grunted in pain before collapsing to the ground next to my feet. Kneeling down I pressed my ear against his chest. He was alive. I smiled and gently picked him up. shutting the shower curtain and taking him to my bedroom where I placed him on my bed, covering him under the blanket and stared at his unconscious figure.

"I'll see you tomorrow Darling..."

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Bye for now My lovely children~

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