Indecisive ((Yandere Cleo De Nile x F. Reader))

Choice 1:

You froze. If you chose Cleo, Jax would get hurt. If you chose Jax, Cleo would get hurt. Either way, you lost.

Tears slipped down your cheeks. You were done. You didn't want to do anything anymore.

You slowly stepped away from Cleo, putting distance between both Cleo and Jax. You stopped.

"Come here." Jax waved for you to join him.

Cleo gave you a light smile, despite the tears that ran down her face. "Please, baby. I can give you everything. I will give you everything."

You shook your head. "I don't want to do this anymore!!"

You took off, running directly to Nefera's old room. You slammed the door shut and jumped under her blankets, the smell of her expensive perfume still lingering on the sheets.

Jax lunged at Cleo, finally deciding he had enough of the game she played. Before he could register, Cleo had slashed his throat. He fell, his body tense and his blood sleeping from the cut she had made. She watched him bleed, a triumphant smile on her face.

She called you back in the room, and you slid out from the door and walked to her. You looked away from Jax, his eyes following you in his final moments.

"Grab his legs. I'll get his arms." She instructed.

"But-"

"Do it."

You grabbed Jax's legs, trying your hardest not to cry. Your only parent was dead. You sobbed lightly, knowing any loud sounds could make Cleo upset.

She lead you to the hole you had dug, and she dropped his arms in it before instructing you to drop his legs. You did.

She handed you a shovel, disregarding her bleeding arm all together.

"Cleo....your arm." You cried.

"It's okay, baby." She patted your hair. "I'll be okay. Now cover him."

You scooped the dirt and threw it in the hole, going back and forth between scooping dirt and flinging it. It took hours, and your back had multiple cramps, but Jax's body had been covered. You cried more.

"It's okay." She reassured you.

You clung to her, and together you walked back to the house. She let you take a shower, and you did so emptily. You felt so drained, both physically and emotionally. Your crying had ceased, but your mind hadn't.

You had sealed your fate, all by running away. Your only chance of escape, and you blew it.

Coming to terms with it wasn't easy, but you did it.

Finally, you were all Cleo's.

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