Yandere Rochelle Goyle x Reader

Chapter 19:

You weren't sure how long you had been in the dorm room. It must've been days, seeing as though Rochelle was at school. You stayed in your corner, not moving from the spot that had protected you. You were sure the only reason you hadn't been killed yet was because you hadn't said a word.

You made a low hum, just to hear a voice. It was torture, not moving from your spot. Your joints were practically locked up, and you groaned as you stretched them out. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in the few days you had been there.

You stood slowly, fully experiencing the pain of crouching for so long.

You made your way to the mini-fridge she had, and you opened it. The amount of food made your stomach rumble again. You grabbed the nearest thing and began wolfing it down, trying to ease your stomach.

You stopped when the sound of the lock began to sound, and you retreated back to your corner with the food stuffed in your cheeks. You didn't bother to shut the refrigerator door, too afraid of what might happen to you to really worry about it.

Rochelle came in with a blank stare. She shut and locked the door back before looking to the fridge you had raided. She didn't say a word and instead walked over to shut it. Then, she sat down at the table and began doing her homework.

You chewed quickly, finishing off the small portion you managed to get. Rochelle didn't seem to mind, she already knew you had taken her food.

You wanted to test the waters. Just how far was she willing to take this? A sense of bravery came over you, and you slowly crawled to the fridge. Rochelle acted as if she couldn't see you, only focusing on her work as you snatched items out of the fridge. You ate happily, a bit of satisfaction resting in your stomach.

You inhaled deeply before gagging. Something smelled horrible. It smelled like death-

Oh, wait.

You turned to Venus, who hadn't been buried yet. You shivered as her stench wafted into your nose.

"Well? Are you going to eat or what?"

Your head snapped to where Rochelle was, her voice breaking you from your trance.

"I-I don't think I can." You replied, gesturing towards Venus.

Rochelle looked to where you had nodded to. Her eyes fell on Venus blankly, and she stiffened.

"Don't....Don't worry about her." She said, and she turned back to her homework. "Don't worry about anything other than eating."

Rochelle mentally cussed at herself. She was supposed to keep quiet! She was supposed to ignore you! But she just couldn't. She couldn't ignore the love of her life, even if she really tried or even if she really wanted to.

You nodded fearfully and continued to eat, ignoring the stench and hut turning horror you felt. Your life had never seemed so chaotic until now, and you worried for your future. How was someone your age able to do such heinous acts?

You had always pictured a kidnapped being old, ugly, and obvious. Rochelle was none of those things. She was the last person you'd expect. Yet she was the one that had done this to you!

Rochelle looked to the body and shivered. She'd have to get rid of it if she were to make you comfortable. She'd have to dispose of it completely. But how? She had never murdered before!

Perhaps a drain cleaner?

But what would she put the body in?

So many questions ran through her mind. She wasn't sure what to do by this point, this was a first for her as much as it was a first for you.

She figured she'd make small talk with you, anything to get your mind away from the decomposing body across the room.

"What're you eating?" She asked.

You froze, afraid that she had an issue with you chowing on a block of cheese.

You held the block up, showing her what you had. She stifled a giggle.

"You can eat a sandwich, you know. You don't have to eat just the cheese."

You scurried to the counter and grabbed a loaf of bread. You made a quick, sloppy sandwich and began to eat it. Rochelle stood from her seat, causing you to swirl around.

You looked feral, with your pupils wide, your limbs scrawny and your adrenaline high. Your body shook from the anxious excitement.

"Do you want a shower?" She asked. "I have a shower."

You nodded, too scared to disagree with her in any way, shape, or form.

"Go take one, then."

You shoved the remaining bit of the sandwich in your mouth and obeyed, stepping to the bathroom as quick as you could.

Rochelle shook her head as she looked to the ground. What has she gotten herself into?