{mature; contains grape}
You knew it was only a matter of time before you could be killed.
By him.
Your loving husband, König.
He would be home soon; you knew. He made sure to come home at exactly 6pm. Like clockwork. Every day.
And, like clockwork, you would always put on the act that you cared for him.
That you loved him.
But you didn't.
You didn't want him to catch on, not yet anyway.
You just need to keep him off guard, keep him thinking you still love him.
Easy, right?
If only.
It was getting harder and harder. The longer you kept this ruse up, the deeper you dug your own grave you buried yourself into.
And one day, your little act will be the death of you.
As the clock hit 6pm, he walked through the door. He was home, just like clockwork.
He still looked the same; tall, dark, and handsome. But his demeanor had changed.
He seemed different somehow.
Almost as if he knew something that you didn't. You kept up your sweet little act, but you knew something was off.
"Welcome home, König." It took every muscle in your mouth to muster up a smile.
Almost.
Almost.
Almost.
You'll run away when he leaves to go to work. You'll run away somewhere far, far away. For now, you just have to survive the night.
With him.
"Y/n, my prinzessin. I'm home."
He spoke in his usual soft tone, but despite all the smoothness in his voice and his appearance, there was something wrong with him. His words seemed more forceful.
Perhaps it was your mind playing tricks on you, but everything about him felt different tonight.
Like he knew something he wasn't supposed to.
"How was...how was work?"
"Ah, boring. The same old, you know, ja y/n?"
"Of course."
No.
You didn't know.
How could you know what happened behind those cold eyes?
The eyes of a killer.
There was a silence that filled the room. You could feel a sudden chill and couldn't quite figure out why.
Was he thinking about killing you?
With a subtle flick, he pulled something out from his behind his belt.
A pistol.
He kept up his loving smile, though it no longer reached his eyes. He walked past you, straight to the kitchen counter all the while his pistol in his hand.
"Do you remember what today is, y/n?"
You said nothing as you just continued to watch him with wide, fearful eyes.
Of course you knew.
How could you not?
"I got something for you. When I saw it, I just knew it would look pretty on you."
Your breath caught in your throat. How you wanted to look away so badly. You wanted to run but couldn't move.
All you could do was hope that maybe you were wrong. Maybe he didn't know. Maybe all of this was just in your head and this would end well for you.
How sad.
How pitiful.
Nothing ever ended well with this man.
He made his way back to you, lifting up his left hand to show you a tiny wrapped package. The pistol still sat in his hand.
"Happy anniversary, liebe."
"König...you really shouldn't have..."
He really shouldn't have indeed.
Slowly and steadily, your shaky hands opened the small package.
It was a necklace. A simple one with a single diamond gemstone.
"Go on, liebe, put it on. I want to see it around your pretty neck of yours, ja?"
The necklace laced around fingers as you shakily put it on your neck, suddenly feeling like a weight around your neck.
Of course it felt like that.
It was his way of saying 'Your mine.'
It was your collar in the form of a necklace.
"Do you like it, schatz?"
"It's beautiful...thank you.."
You could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew everything.
There was no fooling him.
You tried to force yourself to keep up the charade, to try and talk your way out of this. But as you met his gaze, the act just wouldn't come to you.
"Turn around, I want to see you more clearly, y/n."
You did as he said, turning to face towards him.
The sound of the pistol being cocked broke the silence that followed. You froze.
Fear.
Terror.
You didn't want to die.
The necklace.
The necklace he got you.
You had to play along to make him believe you were still in love with him. You had to make him think he really did have you still on the hook.
And he did.
Just on the wrong hook, that's all.
"Well, liebe? Why don't you say something?"
"I..it's a beautiful necklace, König..."
He kept the gun pointed at you, his face as still as it could be.
"You really think so, y/n?"
You could tell that he wanted you to say it.
'I love you König.'
And for a second, you almost did.
Almost.
But the lie just wouldn't come to your lips.
What used to be a symbol of his love was now a symbol of your submission to his will, his love.
"It looks good on you, doesn't it schatz?"
You didn't answer. At least not verbally. No, all you could do, all you dared to do, was nod your head ever so slightly.
You knew that if you spoke you would never see another sunrise.
"Come here."
And you did. Taking every step with caution, you now stood in front of him.
"That's a good girl."
You looked up at him, those eyes of his that had once made your heart skip a beat.
Once.
"I just love it when you do what I want. You make me so happy, y/n."
'No, no, no.'
You thought you had more time. You thought that you had him hoodwinked.
How had he seen through your ruse even when he seemed completely blinded by love before?
Seconds passed as he just stared down at you.
One.
Two.
Three.
You held your breath.
Four.
Five.
Six.
But the bullet never came.
Just when you had started to hope that maybe you really would make it out of this alive, you felt his hand on your neck.
"Tell me you love me. Say it. Tell me you love me."
You could feel his hand tightening around your neck, cutting off your air inch by inch.
Maybe you made a mistake, maybe this was your fault...
Surely if you had just loved him more, if you had only done what he asked, if you had...
But the thoughts that your mind conjured up meant nothing against the reality of the situation you found yourself in.
His hand still tightening around your throat, cutting off your breath. He wanted you to say it.
"Tell me, y/n. Say you love me! Fucking say it!"
The words were forced out of you. Fear and desperation to live caused them to erupt from your throat like a tidal wave.
"I-I love you! I love you, König!"
You said it.
You said your little lie.
You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, but you knew it was a lie.
He knew it was a lie.
Tears welled up in your eyes. You were terrified, but there was nothing else you could do. You could only say what he wanted to hear. Or rather, what he forced you to say.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."
Again and again you said it.
You begged as his grip around your neck tightened.
You pleaded and whimpered as you watched your life flash before your eyes.
A lovely way to go, no?
By the hands of your husband.
"I love you, König. I love you."
Again and again you said it, not for love, not for joy, but for life. And each time you begged just a little harder, a little louder, a little more desperately.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
König said in a voice that was eerily calm. A part of you wanted to believe that the worst was over. His grip slighted.
Just a bit.
But you knew better than to trust him. You weren't off the hook yet. But you knew not to argue. To him, your submission was absolute.
"Look at me, liebe."
You slowly opened your eyes and turned them to meet his. You didn't want to, but you did.
He had a devilish gleam in his eye as he brought up the pistol and pressed it right against your stomach.
"Tell me one more time."
"I love you, König."
You said it again one last time as you watched his finger twitch against the trigger.
It was silent for a moment.
"....you don't love me anymore, y/n."
His voice was quiet as he just stared at you.
He stood there for a moment, his finger still on the trigger. It felt like forever, those final moments of your life playing out in front of you without any ability to turn back the clock.
"You don't love me anymore, don't you y/n?"
You stayed silent.
There was his answer.
"A shame, really. Because I still love you, y/n."
BANG
"I still love you."
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In the far corner of the room, there he was. Sitting in his favorite chair.
"Finally awake, liebe. Slept like a baby while I sat here, waiting for you to wake up. Are you comfortable, y/n? Hm?"
Of course you weren't comfortable. Your stomach screamed in pain, the rope he used to pin you to the bed digging into your skin.
You felt the cold air on your skin.
You weren't wearing a shirt nor pants.
Just your undergarments.
"K-König..."
You were supposed to be dead.
You thought you were dead.
So why?
Because he loves you, silly.
He was staring at you.
With his face as emotionless as ever.
"König, please. I can explain."
You wanted to turn away. But you couldn't look away. He was like the reaper sitting there, waiting for you to join him in death.
"Why lie to me, y/n? After all those years. Why lie?"
You didn't say a word.
You couldn't.
All you could do was lay there and be as still as the ropes and your wound would allow you to be.
And when it seemed like there would be nothing else, König stood up and walked over to you. He reached out and wiped a tear from your cheek.
How sweet.
How kind.
He bent down so that he was at eye level with you. Close enough that your faces were mere inches apart.
"Fucking answer me, y/n. Don't think I'm going to let you off so easy. Answer the fucking question, liebe."
You didn't answer.
What was there to say?
You never felt anything for him.
He knew it.
You knew it.
The man was a killer.
How could you love someone like him?
So how could you say it now? How could you say something that would send him into a violent rage?
"Fine. We'll see how long you can be quiet for, y/n."
You suddenly felt him press his fingers onto your wound, causing immense pain and for blood to seep through the bandage.
All you could do was bite your tongue, whimpering through the pain.
It hurt.
Of course it hurts, silly.
That's the whole point, y/n.
"Oh, it does hurt, doesn't it? That's how it felt, y/n. Knowing my own fucking wife never loved me. Did you think it wouldn't hurt me, y/n? Hm?"
His voice was dripping with contempt.
You said nothing, just keeping you eyes shut tight as tears of pain ran down your face.
Wrong choice, y/n.
"I asked you a fucking question."
König pressed his finger deeper onto the wound.
And you couldn't help it. You screamed. It hurt. It hurt like hell.
"Scream all you want, prinzessin. No one can hear you anyways. So I suggest you start opening that pretty, little, lying mouth of yours and start fucking talking."
"König, please! It hurts!"
You sobbed, choking out the words as your tears ran down you cheeks. You tried to squirm away from him, away from the pain he was causing on your fresh wound.
You couldn't; you were tied to the bed after all.
He pressed his fingers harder onto your wound. Blood trickled out from underneath the bandaging now.
"You know I love you y/n. I still love you. Even after you wanted to run away. After you fucking lied to me."
You were sobbing hysterically now, begging him to stop. But he had no intention of doing so.
"It hurts, doesn't it? You know why it hurts? You hurt me, y/n. You used me. You played with me like I'm some love sick puppy that just fell head over heels for you."
He squeezed your wound harder. The pain was unbearable, you screams were deafening as he watched you.
For the longest time, he said nothing but watched and watched as your tears and blood rained down onto the sheets.
"You look more beautiful like this, you know. Bleeding out, your pretty face crying. Yeah. You look fucking beautiful to me."
Humiliation.
Pain.
Fear.
Anger.
All the emotions ran through you.
"König...please...it hurts....."
You gasped through the pain as he pressed harder and more blood slowly trickled out from your wound.
"....I'm sorry.....please...Please stop...."
"Tell me what you're sorry for."
König said plainly, standing there towering over you while still squeezing your wound as you cried out in pain.
"Do it. Tell me that you're sorry for using me."
"I-I'm...sorry for using you."
You muttered between tears as blood trickled down your wound, staining the white sheets beneath you.
"What else are you sorry for, y/n? Come on. Tell me everything you're sorry for."
"I'm sorry for not loving you. I'm sorry for wanting to leave you."
The words were torn from you through sobs and cries of fear.
"I'm sorry for trying to run away."
"I'm sorry for hurting you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, König."
"I'll never do it again."
"I'll be good. I promise."
"I'm sorry, König, I do care about you."
"I love you, König."
"I love you."
You repeated to the man you hated more than anything, the man you loved more than anything.
"...do you mean it?"
The room was silent again as he waited for your answer.
"Yes, I mean it...I'll never leave you, König. I love you."
Liar.
You said it again, feeling as if the words were being torn from your throat.
"Liar."
Before you knew it, he was hovering over you on the bed. Painfully, he pulled your legs apart, positioning himself in between you and your legs.
His hands ran over every inch of your body as his mouth found yours, kissing you. Hard.
'No, no, no.'
"K-König, what are you doing...please?"
"Shut up."
He growled in the kiss as his lips didn't let go of yours.
Slowly, he worked his way down. To your neck, to your shoulders and then to your stomach.
To your wound.
"Wanna know something, y/n?"
You wanted to scream.
You wanted to cry.
You couldn't get away.
You couldn't do anything.
To say that you felt sick would be an understatement.
"König...please...don't this...I'm begging you..."
He ignored you as he ripped your underwear off, leaving you bare.
"I've always wanted to have kids with you. Two, maybe three. Hell, even six. But every time we had sex, you made sure to take your goddamn pills. Made sure I wore a goddam condom."
He was mad.
"And it had me thinking; you don't want kids. You don't want a family with the man you married. The man you fucking promised to love for the rest of your life."
There was a moment of silence.
A moment of peace.
A moment of calm.
But only for a moment.
Once again, you watched as he reached down and brushed his fingers against your wound. It was still bleeding, and still hurt like hell.
His other hand working to unbuckle his pants.
"Tell me you love me."
You couldn't tell the lie anymore.
You didn't want to tell the lie anymore.
It hurt to tell the lie.
It hurt to tell the lie more than it hurt to tell him what you truly felt.
So you said the truth.
"I hate you, König...I hate you."
And you meant it this time.
You meant it; that you hated him and he deserved to hear it.
"I know. But I don't fucking care. Love me or not, liebe, you're stuck with me. With me as your husband."
You didn't have time to process it. Hell, you didn't even realize he had himself positioned at your entrance.
Without another word, he slammed into you. Painfully.
He let out a laugh.
You let out a scream.
A laugh.
Your body was so small against his and you felt so tight around him. His eyes scanned every inch of you body as he relentlessly slammed into you.
He squeezed you by the hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you as close as possible.
"I-I hate you...König...I hate you so much."
All you could do was whimper out those words, tears staining your face again.
"I know. I know, y/n. But I love you."
It hurt every time. Him entering slowly, the open wound still bleeding in the now sweat and blood stained sheets under you.
"P-please stop..."
He didn't.
Of course, he didn't.
"I'm going to make you into a mom. Yeah. You'll be a fucking mom to my fucking kids. Then you won't leave me. You'll love me."
You felt your mind start to slip. You felt your consciousness beginning to slip and as your thoughts became muddied, your voice began to go hoarse.
"Don't don't this König...please."
"You'll understand why Im doing this, y/n. You'll understand...you will."
It hurt.
It hurt your stomach.
It hurt your mind.
To you, it felt like hell.
To König, it was heaven.
"I love you, y/n."
"...I love you too, König..."