Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Yandere!Jack Torrance - Hanging

(Eugh... I strongly dislike the word Yandere)

You were walking through the hotel, wondering where your friend might be... Mr Torrance sent you out to get firewood for the large fireplace, letting your last fellow worker with him. Walking through the halls of the hotel you started smelling some... foul smell. Like something burning. If it was covered in 3 day old blood, dog food and fish. It was a very distinctive smell. Something that you hadn't smelled before.
You turned left, to get up the stairs, into the fireplace room faster.
As soon as you lift your head, you screamed loudly, letting go of all the firewood.
You shivered and shaked, backing up really quickly, until you hit a wall and slid down to the floor.
You covered your mouth, your face disfiguring with fear and sadness.

A dead body, was swinging from side to side, hanging from the upper level. You only recognized the staff suit the corpse wore. You heard quick footsteps come down the hall.
"Ms (Y/l/n)! What happened, why are you- oh sweet jesus..."
It was Mr Torrance. He aproached you because he heard the bloody scream you let out. You finnaly looked away from the corpse, looking at the caretaker. You only wept and sniffled more as you stretched your arms out to him. He obliged, grabbing you and lifting you up, your legs refused to work though. You fell onto Mr Torrance, trying to catch your breath from the crying.
"Jesus christ okay... It's okay" He grabbed you more firmly, pushing you close to himself.

He liked it. He liked you in fear, he liked how you seeked him out for comfort. How you clung to his chest.
It was sick, he knew, but he didn't know any better.

He started dragging you out of there.
What was weird... Mr Torrance never looked at the body.

Of course it was him. That boy was just eating up too much of your attention. Attention that should've been brought to him. Jack would've let him live too. If he hadn't said that thing. That one thing. The boy wanted to move your relationship. He flirted with you, and that was the snapping point for Mr Torrance.
Wife or no wife, he snapped, murdering the boy in an act of love sickness.

The older caretaker dragged you off to a room, sitting you on the bed. You just toppled over and fell onto it, barely missing the floor.
"(Y/n), I need you to tell me what you saw" He quietly asked, crouching near the bed. You only shook with fear, your eyes being the only thing you could move with.
"I. I went to. I went. I went to grab. Fetch. The the. The firewood you asked for. And. And. And I come to stairs and. And and he's hanging there. He. He's all dead." You shaked cutting off your words.
Jack wanted you to see his body, but he didn't expect you to be in such a shock.
It was normal to him. He forgot what feeling it at first is.
"I think there might be someone else in the hotel besides you and me..." Jack quietly said, comfortingly petting your arm.
"Your. Your lady." You couldn't even finnish the sentence.
"Maybe..." Jack wandered off thought before getting up from the carpeted floor.
"We'll stay in this room for the night. I'll figure things from there, and watch outside the door" He got up, walking towards the door.

"Mr Torrance!" You suddenly yelped out. "You won't leave me here right?" You asked, shaking slightly.
"Course not, try to rest" Jack answered with a smile, after he got a good long look at you.

As soon as he was behind the door into the room, he had to smile to himself.
The murder of the kid went better than expected.
He just hoped that the plan would go on as he imagined.
You finding comfort in Jack, and even trust. It was like drugs to him.

And he needed more.

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