Requested by: Zodigeek
Tw: cursing, gore, violence (for once more than two tags!)
I came up with the idea and Geek wanted it written, I'm a fucking genius. (Says the one who just had to look up how to spell genius.) IT'S A HARD WORD! So is beautiful! I've only ever spelled that correct once on the first guess! Why am I exposing myself? Onto the story!
-Julieta's POV-
Y/N and I had been friends for a long time. Though I'm scared of losing her. So whenever someone gets close to her, I invite them over for a private lunch, and teach them a lesson. Speaking of, a new one was supposed to with meet me in just a few minutes. I've done this a dozen times now, though no one ever finds out what I do to people who get close to Y/N. And even if they did go up against me, it's not like they have any proof. Plus, I'm the nicest woman in town! Always helping out and healing people even though I don't really have too. I've practically dedicated my life to the village. So I'm not about to let anyone get in the way of mine and Y/N's friendship.
There was a knock on the front door. Ah, Malcom has finally arrived! I opened the door and stepped aside so he could come in. "Welcome to the Casita, Malcom! Follow me to my room, I prepared everything there. Normally we'd have lunch in the dining room but a few of my family members have occupied the space for the day." He bought it and followed behind me as I walked to my room. Fool. I held the door open for him and he walked in first. After he was far enough in I stepped in and locked the door behind us.
I pulled a small knife from a pocket in my apron. It wasn't big enough to kill you unless you were stabbed enough, but it would sure hurt like hell if it was just a few times. He turned around to look at me, immediately noticing the knife in my hand.
"Oh, uh... What's that for..?" He was clearly hesitant and backed away from me.
"I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry!" I smiled and gave him a small laugh. I could play it off just a bit longer, just until I was close enough to knock him out. "Relax, you do realize I'm the village healer, right? I'd never harm anyone!" Biggest lie ever. I pretend I was walking past him, to go further into the room. Before he could turn around to follow me, I elbowed him in the back of the head as hard as I could. Now I'd done this before, I knew exactly where I had to hit to get him down. He was out like a light.
When he woke up he would be bound, sat upright against a wall. If he struggled he'd just fall on the floor. He'd be able to see his surroundings just fine and would probably be more confused than anything. A large table sat across from him. Different knives and tools lay across it. In the corner a metal bucket that looked as though stained. And lastly on a small shelf, four fresh arepas. I stood next to the bucket waiting for when he'd finally open his eyes.
"J-Julieta.? What happened? What are you doing..?" I said nothing in reply. Instead, I grabbed the bucket by the handle and walked over to the table, quickly looking over the selection of tools. After debating I took a small but rather sharp knife, it was only about three inches long. But of course, depending on where you were hit, how many times, and how soon your wounds were treated; you could easily die.
I walked over and knelt down next to Malcom. I stayed silent as I grabbed his ear and held up the knife. He looked terrified as I let the knife hover above his ear. "Don't move and it with hurt less. Don't yell for help, they won't hear you. And try not to be too unbearable, please. You're annoying as it is." He let out a small scream as I made one quick tear through his ear. It didn't go all the way through and was mostly just dangling there. I held the bucket under the now cut ear and let the blood drip into it.
After he calmed a bit down and the blood mostly stopped I grabbed his ear again. It was easier to hold now that most of it wasn't as close to his head. I took the knife and made one more cut, now fully severing the ear. I dropped it into the bucket. When torturing people I often cut off small body parts and later cook them to get rid of evidence. And I would always force the victim to eat after, removing any trace of being harmed. No one would ever believe them.
Malcom was crying now, though he tried to keep his sobs quiet. Probably trying to listen to my warning from earlier for fear I'd do worse. Just being quiet won't cut it. He flirted with Y/N, for that I'll never forgive him.
I kept the bucket in place on the floor to catch any blood as I went back to the table. "There's an old tradition Malcom. Want to play a game? Win and I might make the rest of this lunch less painful." He nodded.
After a few minutes everything was set. One of his hands laid on the table, another holding a knife. Both his legs had been tied to a chair so he couldn't run. He spread his fingers and began placing the tip of the knife between each of them. He must have good hand eye coordination because he was rather good at not hitting his fingers. But it got increasingly difficult as he sped up. He soon hit his ring finger, cutting it clean off. I grabbed it and threw it in the bucket with the ear.
"Keep going, You're not done!" He continued to play and his thumb was gone next. Again, it went in the bucket. I forced him to keep playing until one of his hands had no fingers.
And that was that. I was done with him. I gave him an arepa but kept him bound. He happily ate it, just wanting to be rid of the pain. After he was fully healed I knocked him out again.
When he woke up the bucket and table of tools were gone. He was unbound and free to leave. "This was a great lunch Malcom! One thing before you leave though. Don't you dare, flirt with Y/N again. Or I will make this, much worse. Now be on your way." He left just as fast as my other victims have. I trusted he wouldn't be telling anyone anything.
(Already 1000 words and it was all just violence-)
The next day I had Y/N over to hang out. "Yeah it was really weird! Malcom was just so skittish for no reason. Do you think I did something wrong?"
"That's new for him? He's always acted that way around me. But I doubt you did anything wrong Y/N. That's just Malcom for you."
"You're right, thanks Juli." She pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. I smiled.
"Of course N/N."
Sadly, it just went downhill from there. I month later and I was torturing someone else when there was a knock on my door. "Hey Julieta? Pepa said you didn't want to be disturbed but I really need to talk to you!"
"Hush." I said to Eric, he has been crying for a while now and I didn't want him being loud while Y/N was around. I walked to the door and opened it, quickly stepping out and closing it behind me. "Yes Y/N?" I said, putting on a smile.
"Listen I've been..." She went quiet, looking at my apron. "Is that blood? Are you okay? Is someone hurt?!" I forgot to check myself flor blood before I left my room.
She's going to find out. She's going to find out. She's going to find out. She's going to find out.
"Oh that? That's mine, I ate some food and I'm fine now really. I was actually just about to change my clothes into less blood stained ones." I gave a small laugh to try and seal the deal.
"Well may I come in? I have something really important to tell you!" She smiled.
"I'm not so sure-"
"What, scared I'll find something to use against you?" She pushed past me and opened the door. "Whatever it is I-" she went quiet. She quickly looked over the room. Eric was bound against the wall, blood running down his face. The table displayed different weapons and tools, some already covered in blood. "Juli..." She turned back to me, horror in her eyes.
"Y/N... I.. I'm sorry..." What was I supposed to say? Congratulations, I hurt people who flirt with you?
"Feed him and let him go!" I did as she told. Unbending him and giving him an arepa. He happily took it and ran out of the room. "Why would you do this.?"
"They flirted with you. I didn't want you to date one of them and leave me behind..." That wasn't the full truth but, oh well. "I suppose you hate me now.." I didn't make eye contact. The floor was looking great today. Was it always this shade of light gray? Huh.
"Juli.. I could never hate you. And I would never leave you behind. You're too important to me. Just, stop doing this okay.? Promise me that?" I looked up at her.
"Okay, I promise."
"Good. Now come here." She held out her arms for a hug, which I gladly accepted. "Let's get this place cleaned up and then I'll tell you the news I had from earlier."
And with that she helped me pick up everything. A bunch was thrown away as I had promised not to use most of it again. But a bunch of the knives just went back to their rightful places in the kitchen. After we finished cleaning up we got sat on my bed so she could tell me what she wanted to.
"Julieta, you know you're my best friend right? And I'd do really stupid shit for you? And it's pretty clear you'd do stupid shit for me too. And- Where was I going with this? I had a speech planned but that's all gone to hell so I'll just come out with it! Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
I was quiet. I certainly wasn't expecting this. What do I say to not sound like I've been dreaming of this for years? Sure? Okay? Y/N looked at me worried I'd say no due to my silence. I sighed and looked her dead in the eyes.
"Of course, you fool!" I jumped at her making her fall onto her back. "You think I'd do all that for just anyone? I've loved you for years!"
"I'm glad we're on the same page." She gave me a big smile.
(YES! Okay I loved writing this! One of my favorites!)