His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirty-nine

The fire was out. Not even embers to light the darkened room. You suffocated in the dark, only barely being able to find the man in the dark. You felt him though. He had shuffled next to you, one hand still tracing the outline of the now-scarred tissue branded on your thigh. The other was around your neck, not applying any pressure, but every time you tried to move, his fingers would tense, in a stern reminder that you were submissive to him.

Your tears had stopped, leaving stinging trails all over your face. Your eyes were swollen and sore and you were so very tired. The only thing keeping your body from crumpling to exhaustion was the haunting humming of the man next to you.

As his fingers teased the scar, his dark voice caressed the air. Soft and deep, something that you were sure you would find comforting normally, but now the sound put you on edge. He was taunting you, feigning relaxation whilst you were so on edge, you had to fight hard to control the tremble of your limbs.

You recognised the song, it was Wicked game by Chris Isaak, but a haunting and unnerving rendition. You could faintly make out the lyrics as he half-sang them under his breath

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

You shut your eyes, you wanted it all to stop, to just leave. In the intensity of the moment you had wished for death, and now, contemplating where your life had lead you, it seemed that this was the only way out. You couldn't see yourself escaping from his grasp. And even if you managed to, Feitan would stay with you forever. Because you loved him. In your own twisted way, you were connected to this man more deeply that you had been to anyone ever.

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you

You slowed your breathing, and decided. A quick death, maybe clot the blood in your brain and have a stroke, or a heart attack. Or perhaps you could just still all the blood in your body simultaneously. That sounded nice, quick, a few seconds at most. And then its over. It would all be over soon.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

You felt him shift next to you, the hand that was outlining your thigh pulled away and you felt his warmth leave from next to you

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

Your eyes cracked open, and you watched the shadow of Feitan reach behind him

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

He lifted something in the moonlight, and you recognised the sudden glint of fine steel.

The Katana, of which you had the matching blade. The one the pair of you had bought together what seemed an eternity ago.

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

He lifted himself up on his haunches and straddled over you, blade in one hand and the other still restraining your head. Now that his weight had settled entirely over your naked body, there was no way you could escape now.

He stopped humming, and looked down at you. His face was different. Distant but certain. His eyes were dull and his face was free from any emotion, as if he were simply carrying out orders. He looked dead inside, like the true heartless murderer he was.

"Remember this? The first time we met, and made love, you asked me to cut you"

He whispered as he brought the blade up to your chest. The cold metal made you flinch

"I cut you here, twice. It was beautiful..." he trailed off as he watched the steel dance over your collar bone, seemingly lost in recollection.

You dared not speak. How could you? What did he want you to say. Would he want you to beg, to bask in the memory, to fight, to profess your love. Your mind was whirling too fast that your brain and mouth seemed unconnected, the thought of having to speak now seemed impossible.

He kept circling the metal over your skin, until it settled just over your heart. A small hint of a smile ghosted across his face

"It's going to be okay my love, you are going to spend eternity with me just like this, perfect and happy.... You are happy aren't you?"

He glanced up at you and his hand tightened, threatening you to say anything but yes. But you couldn't speak. The pressure on your throat and the blade over your heart was too intense. You could only look at him with desperation, you knew where this was going, but you were so succumbed to exhaustion that you let it proceed.

"tch what am I saying, of course you are"

The blade pushed in a little further, breaking apart the first few layers of skin. You tried to gasp but the hand around your throat prohibited enough air flow. Your arms were heavy, everything was too much effort and you were spent.

"My darling, don't you see? I have won this little game of cat and mouse. You are nearly broken, and now, you need to be shattered, so that no one will be able to pick up those pieces and steal you from me. You are mine, for now and forever"

He lifted the katana off your chest and released your throat. You gasped as you saw both his hands grip the blade and raise it above his head. Time seemed to slow, as you saw his muscles contract as he brought the blade down. You tried to shout, to raise your arms to stop him. Tried desperately to do anything.

But all you could do was lay there, still and unmoving, and watch and feel as the steel cut through your chest and was plunged into your heart.