(Quite a bit of violence in this :))
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you hated it, knowing he was riding on some power high because of it. Schlatt smirked at you, the bundle at his feet squirming and kicking. "This the person who you smiled at?" He pulled the sack from the person's head, the cashier from that morning looking at you with pleading eyes. You nodded slowly, resisting the urge to close your eyes. Schlatt always wanted you to watch.
The tape was ripped off the cashier's mouth, and they opened their mouth to scream, before a foot stomped down on their head, a sickening crack echoing around the room. You bit your lip, holding back sobs, eyes wide and gazing at the blood that trickled down the cashier's head.
"You don't get to scream," Schlatt stated calmly, pushing his foot down on their head when they cried out in pain. "Shut up!"
Pulling the cashier up by their collar, Schlatt held them up like a trophy, grinning at you. "Look at this! Pathetic."
He swung his arm, practically throwing them down onto the floor, grimacing at the pained noise they made. You couldn't turn away from the scene, the image of their mangled body now etched into your mind, limbs pointing in directions they shouldn't be. They were now completely silent, mouth swollen and bleeding to the point they couldn't talk anymore. To add insult to injury, Schlatt kicked them again, seemingly unsatisfied at their response. "I guess I should help them sit up, right, Y/N?"
You nodded, choking on your own sobs, watching as they were pushed into a chair. They looked almost relieved. Oh, how wrong they were.
Schlatt moved away, rummaging in his bag, and you made eye contact with the cashier. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, this is all my fault-"
The bat made a nauseating crunch sound when it connected with their arm, it going completely limp. They were now sobbing with you, blood, spit and tears all mixing together.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop, I'm sorry!" you cried out, pleading, begging Schlatt to stop making you watch this.
"Sorry sweetheart, you gotta learn your lesson somehow." He swung his arm back, connecting with their head, frowning when they couldn't hold themselves up anymore. "Boring."
"They're dead," you pointed out, nauseated. "Please stop."
Schlatt pushed them off the chair, looking down at disgust at the body, poking parts of them with his foot. That was enough to disgust you even more, and you leant over the handles of your chair, gasping for air. You were dangerously close to being sick.
Dropping the bat, Schlatt moved to your side, rubbing your back comfortingly. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
You tried to stand, knees buckling before you could even take a single step, so Schlatt picked you up in his arms, easily carrying you to your room. Tucking you in, he gave you a kiss, smelling like blood. "Now you've learnt your lesson. Sweet dreams."
The door slammed shut behind him, and you were left alone with your thoughts, the crunch of bones breaking never leaving your mind.
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