CORPSE | one - shots

No. 22 | New Magic Wand

⚠️ This part contains very mature scenes. If you do not think you will be able to handle some of the scenes then please take care of yourself and skip this chapter. Stay safe, thank you for reading. 🤎⚠️

"You're mine."

He said to me as I he violently threw me inside of the very familiar closet.

Curly brown hair, dark eyes, taller than me, muscular, and a deep voice that made the walls vibrate anytime he spoke.

Corpse was never the type of guy I would imagine killing people just for the fuck of it.

But he did.

I watched him and he made me do it myself once or twice. I never asked nor found out if he made me murder those people because he didn't want a guiltier conscious or because he wanted someone he could drag down with him if he ever got caught.

Nevertheless, I still did my daily routine and fell to his knees anytime he asked anything of me.

"Y/n!" He yelled from somewhere in the large house after an hour of me being inside the closet.

I opened the closet door and stepped out hesitantly just in case he was standing nearby.

When I saw that he wasn't anywhere to be seen, I began searching for him and made it to where he was as fast as I could, which wasn't that fast seeing as he had beat the shit out of me not long ago, and looked down at the floor when I found him.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, "It's 6:30. Make us dinner." He deadpanned.

He seemed very angry. I didn't know what it was from because as far as I was concerned I hadn't done anything wrong yet.

But then again that didn't really matter to him. If I moved my foot on the wrong tile of the floor he would beat me and throw me back in the basement.

I shivered at the thought of being thrown down those stairs and back into the cold, damp basement again.

I had been lost in thought, chopping up some green onion when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist from behind and kiss my cheek.

"You're cutting it wrong. Let me help you?" He asked sweetly.

Without waiting for an answer, he took the knife out of my hands and began showing me the proper way to slice the onions.

I stiffened up when he hovered the knife over the green onions for a bit longer than what I thought was comfortable.

For a moment, I thought he was going to jab it into my stomach but instead he continued cutting the onions and then he moved onto talking about a different technique you could also use.

"You don't want to move your wrists like this, it could eventually create irritation. Instead move it like... this." He took my hands in his and then proceeded to guide both of our hands in the way he was speaking about.

"See? Isn't that easier?" He smiled at me.

I nodded my head and smiled back at him. He patted me on the head and examined my face for a moment.

"We need to replace your bandages. Finish cutting the green onions and we'll go to the basement to fix them." He said before sitting back down at the table and continuing whatever he had been doing before.

I turned my torso back towards the vegetables and cut them in the way that he had just showed me.

It honestly was way more efficient than what I had been doing and it felt better.