False Tears (yandere Vyn Richter x femreader)

cigarette daydreams

"Vyn richter, open up!"

a hard rap on the door came from Darius. three other police stood behind him, ready to help him get inside. 

there was silence, it was tense and horrible. 

Artems heart was beginning to sink. 

did he already leave? did Artems call scare him away?

he shivered to think about what he could possibly be doing to her. there were so many terrible, horrifying possibilities. 

"this is the police! we have a search warrant. we will use force to open this door!"

neighbors were crowding around, muttering amongst themselves, wondering why there were so many police banging on his door. 

darius backed away, and two other men came forward with a battering ram. they drove it into the door, the locks shattered and the door splintered forward. everyone rushed inside, flashlights shining over the walls. 

silence. 

deafening, horrible silence. 

"Y/n?" 

artem and marius walked frantically through the rooms. yelling for her. how could they be gone? they had just talked to Vyn not long ago. the only solace Artem had about her life was the fact he might've heard her struggle on the phone. 

but that wasn't much was it?

"shes not here." Darius finally said. 

"how?"

"honestly, it looks like no ones been here for multiple days. id say at least a week." Darius said. 

Artem felt like his knees might give out. how had he not realized sooner. everything was there for him to recognize. Vyns odd behaviour, everything. and yet he was stupid enough to beileivei n whatever lie or facade Vyn had managed to throw up for him. 

he rubbed the side of his face. 

"we need to look in any other properties Vyn might own. when you were on the phone did he say anything about being somewhere else?" Darius asked. 

artem shook his head. "he said he was at work. that's all."

"i doubt he would be telling the truth. ill have someone look into his financial records. there's gotta be a second pro-"

"sir?"

darius turned at the sound of a policeman coming up. he held his radio with a grim expression. 

"what is it?"

"we just got a 9-1-1 on the radio. some guy found a women on the side of the road..."

he trailed off for a moment, holding back. 

"and?"

"you need to come and listen to the call." he replied. 

"is it at the station?"

"yes, someones already working on tracing it. but its not near many cell towers. it'll be a while." 

darius motioned for Marius and Artem to follow him. 

"you'll be riding with us to the station. lets go"

(POV change)

the blankets surrounding her were warm. so warm and comfortable. 

and the man in front of her. god she loved him so much. 

he gently ran a cotton swab soaked in peroxide against her bruised leg. her ankle was wrapped in steamin hot washcloths, her wrists her tied above her.