𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

small A/N- got inspired to make this chapter by a song, Bitch Came Back- Theory of a Deadman so idea credits to them?? i will be quoting lyrics from them, so if you wanna listen the video is ^^
also, some of the inspiration came from my friends idea so credits to her Todoroktea
⚠️ !!TW!!: ABUSE, so pls do not read unless you don't get triggered from it.⚠️
enjoy~~
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they were happy. well, most times. like every adult in a relationship they had work, bills, friends, you know, adult stuff. too many assumptions were made, causing them to break up. but she came back.

"the bitch came back, the very next day."

he didn't think she would come back after what happened. he didn't want her to come back either. he liked her so much better when she was down on her knees.

cause when she was in his face he saw what his friends would see. that's she's so fuckin' stupid that she's singing along to their insults. she was laughing with them, but they were laughing at her.

see the trouble he had with girls was that he believed they were all the same. they didn't want anything but a ring. she was different though, but maybe not in a good way.

"see the problem with girls is they're all the same, forget the diamonds and pearls they just want a ring,"

he thought she was trying to control him, even change him. like a dog on a leash. but she came back. she couldn't stay away.

"don't you know the bitch came back?"

there she goes again. somehow no matter what he does it's always his fault. she says he's cheating cause he silenced his phone, but in reality that's the only way she'll leave him alone.

he thinks the problem with girls is that nothings ever enough. they love to complain and whine, though they never shut up. they try to tell you the way it has to be. they try to blame the world but just don't blame him.

she'd always laugh at him, making jokes and bringing him down. he started to rely on violence. she thought he was joking when he said he wanted to throw her out.

"i really mean it, i really mean it."
"look who's laughing now."

he didn't like how she came back. so he tried fixing it. remember how he liked her better when she's on her knees?
well.
she was.
but not for what it originally was.

she was tied up on the floor. he was laughing, the sadist side coming out. she was scared, regretting coming back, regretting that she ever tried to manipulate him.

he didn't know why he resorted to violence. was he hurt? no, he didn't care all that much. since he didn't care he couldn't be mad.

violence makes others vulnerable, maybe he liked that. being in control, having dominance.

"violence for the sake of others makes it admirable." - Tomura Shigaraki.

was he trying to be admired? by his friends? by her? maybe by higher ups? he knew that this wasn't self defense, so the higher ups wouldn't impressed.

maybe if he got away with it, maybe then someone could be impressed.

what could he get away with? sure there was murder, but that was too much, even for him. he would torture her, maybe manipulative her into not going to the police.

she never gave any fucks about him. she was just bored, he was her board game. he never communicated, she was just a play date to him.

why couldn't they just tell each other the truth? say how they really felt from the start. they're both manipulative in their own way. she was mentally abusive, he was physical with it.

he walked up to her, crouching down. she whimpered, tears already staining her skin. he smiled, pulling out a taser. her eyes widen as she tried to scream. i wasn't too efficient, considering they were in a garage and he lived alone.

he started with her eyes. putting the taser up to her left one, pressing the button. the cries of pain and the screams of fear flooded his hearing. seeing someone in that state gave him a sense of mind. almost like he was superior to everyone.

she knew he had problems, but not this many. he did the same to her right eye. he took a sharpened piece of glass and stabbed holes in her hand. he then crushed her larynx, so she couldn't call for help.

a few minutes later a knock was at the door. he opened it to revel an electric chair. oh how she wanted him to end her right there.

days passed, the torture getting worse. he wasn't feeding her, giving her water. she was just there, almost like she was just a door mat. she hated it. she couldn't sleep. she'd tried on the first night, but the things she had seen in her nightmares was too much.

the past few nights she hadn't slept, she was exhausted. she'd accidentally almost fallen asleep, causing her to fall into sleep paralysis. the demon that stood above her was more terrifying than the nightmare she had night before.

it was her.

she was her own demon. but why? shouldn't he be her demon? he put her in this position.

actually, the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. if she had never came back, this wouldn't have happened. if she would've been a good girlfriend, this wouldn't have happened.

she blamed herself more as the next week passed. she didn't cry anymore. she was numb. he did that to her. it was more effective than some numbing medicine.

she didn't have to feel the pain anymore. he envied her. he didn't want to feel. the only friend he had anymore was the walls. he wanted to be numb. she didn't, but deep inside she thanked him. it was better for her given the situation.

he left that night. leaving her there to starve to death. he couldn't take it. he drove a long way, he was going insane. he knew she was gonna die in the next hew days. he did himself one better though. he found a cliff.
he stopped there.
called the police on himself.
then jumped.