11 - Growing Obsession
Moran was seeming to go crazy. At school, he was asking people about you, trying to find something or someway to get you back and away from that psychopath. Only problem was nobody knew anything about you or your kidnapper. He seemed to be the only person that who had ever realized you existed.
Your father sent him an email on the second day of your disappearance, thanking him for taking charge of the investigation since he and your mother were so, very busy. Moran punched his computer so hard he broke the screen and cut his knuckles very badly.
People noticed his strange behavior only growing stranger. All of his peers suggested he cash in his days off and take a break to calm down, but he refused. Moran knew he needed to be at work, or else your disappearance would drive him mad.
As if that wasn’t already happening. He was going crazy in searching for you, while everyone else seemed focused on Markus. It angered Moran that such a sweet person like yourself was so horribly neglected by society.
While Moran pleaded with the police to do more in looking for you, you were trapped in the bedroom, handcuffed to the bedframe to make sure you wouldn’t escape.
Shockingly enough, Aristotle took great interest in you, constantly checking in to see if you were bored or needed something. You would always respond with a sarcastic and witty remark. Sometimes he would smile, sometimes he would roll his eyes. You battled yourself whether or not this murderer was really as bad as you originally thought.
Then you remembered everything that he had done. He killed innocents. He murdered your classmates.
But they never cared about you. Nobody ever did. Why would you care if a few bastards got their just deserts?
No, it wasn’t good to think this way. They were still people. With families and loved ones.
Who cares? They weren’t good. Everyone turned a blind eye to your suffering.
But it isn’t right to think like that! This isn’t right!
Who taught you what was ‘right’ and ‘wrong’? Them. Those monsters outside of your mind. The ones you were now battling with yourself over. Everyone always taught you to fear the voices inside your head, to give them no mind and no power. Maybe it was only because they didn’t want you to know what was really happening…?
STOP! This can’t be! You can’t do this! You couldn’t do this! You were a good person! You were kind, and sweet! It didn’t matter what they’ve done to you, this isn’t right!
…. You were a good person. If it never mattered what they’ve done to you, why would it matter what Aristotle had done to them?
The door creaked open and you jumped as Aristotle entered the room. He jumped when he noticed you were awake and staring at him. He shuffled into the room, a cardboard box in his hands.
“I… uh… thought you might be bored,” he murmured as he hesitantly approached the foot of the bed. “So, I… um…. Brought you something….” He set the box down in your reach and jumped back, as if he thought you would try to hurt him. You looked him up and down. He rubbed his hands together anxiously. With your uncuffed hand, you pulled the box closer to you and set it in your lap. Opening it, you found an old book with a blue cover, a board game of ‘Operation’, a few more small and old fashioned kids toys, and a stuffed animal.
The stuffed animal was a small (f/a) that fit perfectly in your hands, and it had black button eyes and (f/c) fabric as it’s skin. Around its neck was a black ribbon tied in a small knot. It was adorable.
“I… uh… I have to go to work tomorrow, and I won’t be home for a while, and I didn’t want…. I didn’t want you to be bored… while I’m gone, I mean…”
You stared at him blankly.
Just… what the fuck? What was happening? Why was this happening?
“Don’t pretend like you care,” you murmured as you looked at your hands. “Just get on with it. Stop pretending like you care about me and do whatever you’re gonna do. Get this over with.”
Aristotle bit his lower lip and clenched his fist as you looked away towards the window. Light poured in, but from where you sat you couldn’t see much.
“IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU EXPECT FROM ME!?” Aristotle unexpectedly shrieked. You jumped at the sudden sound. “LISTEN HERE, YN, I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG! I WILL SHOW YOU THAT I AM NOT WHAT YOU THINK I AM. AND I WILL FUCKING LOVE YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”
His chest rose and fell with strained breathes, his fists clenched so tightly he was leaving crescent shaped marks in his palms. Your body trembled in fear. You hadn’t been prepared for such an outburst. Aristotle looked you over, seeing your shaken state. His hand released and a wave of guilt washed over him.
He scared you.
“I… I’m sorry, YN… I just…” He hung his head in shame. “I’ll leave you be. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Without another word, Aristotle left you in the silence of the room.
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Hey, y'all. I'm bored, I have no purpose in life, and today I had no school because of yet another snow day. We can barely step outside without falling flat on our ass in the drive way. So, without further ado, here's a second chapter for the day. I apologize greatly
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Silken Shackles
RomanceYANDERE SERIAL KILLER X READER You are a freak. Plain and simple. You live in Ashmer City. And recently certain events have been taking place in your city. Murders. Your peers have been being found dead around town, and there's one man to blame. Ari...