No More Tears (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

Act 1 - Chapter 8 - Deja Vu

As Y/n was furiously weeping, the assailant of the whole situation slowly shuffled around in the king sized bed, clearly disturbed by the noise. Rubbing her grey orbs, she recalled what had happened the night before and sighed with utter satisfaction.

"That was amazing Y/n... I bet you'll never want to say that trashy peasant's name ever again after what we did yesterday... I'd be up for a round two If you're up for it?" she slyly said whilst grasping his shoulders tightly and slowly slid her hands down his naked torso.

The black haired teen's hand had never moved as fast before, hastily slapping away the purple haired assailant's hands. The moment he was touched by the teen, he recoiled in terror, as if he had been electrocuted by a lighting bolt that had came down from the heavens in order to condemn the boy for his betrayal towards the girl of his dreams.

"You... You drugged me... and used me... And you think that I'm going to do that again whilst in my right mind? I thought...  you were Chloe! Not some disgusting, manipulative, ugly whore such as yourself. You... You really think you'll get away with this?" he shouted with hatred.

Natasha's brows scrunched up tightly, clearly unhappy to receive what she thought was a torrent of unwarranted verbal abuse. 

"I was trying to be nice, at least I allowed you to think it was the "girl of your dreams"." she paused, a sly smile coming to her face, "Y/n, oh sweet Y/n, I don't think you understand the position that you're in... That girl... Y/n was it? Right about now she should be sleeping in her own sweet and blood. Derrick is quite the psychopath. I guess that's what happens when you have everything you'd ever need from birth. You... start wanting more." she explained.

"If you don't abide to my every beck and call, I'll have Derrick kill the peasant. He'll get away with it even if you know about it, after all what I've said could be all made up... Do you want to take that risk? You might lose your the bitch, you know? She seems pretty important to you... It'd be a shame to see her fucked up, lying still." she laughed manically.

The silence was deafening, Y/n was at a loss for words, His Chloe... was currently... being tortured? By Derrick, one of his closest friends? That had to be a lie, It couldn't be true. Never would Derrick do such a thing.

"I don't believe that Derrick would do such a thing." he defiantly stated. 

The purple haired girl sighed, as if she was tired of Y/n's useless struggling. "Fine, fine, I'll call the crazy bastard and tell him to make the girl scream a few times as proof." she bargained.

Dialling Derrick on her top of the line phone, a male voice was soon heard and, after a conversation or two between the teens, a few horrendous wails of pain erupted from the phone alongside a few words from a feminine voice;

"Y/n! Y/n! Please Save Me! He's been at it... all night," another howl of agony interrupted the girl, "But don't let them force you to do anything... I care more... about you than myself... Only you..." she finished before seemingly fainting.

Derrick started to scream at the girl to wake up before Natasha ended the call, once again, a thunderous silence grasped Y/n as tears once again erupted from his now dull orbs.

"Ah, that's much better! What a wonderful sight to see indeed, you've been betrayed by one of your best friends, and now the one you love the most will soon meet an early grave if you don't do as I say." Purple hair flooded Y/n's sight as he was pinned down on the bed, a screeching laugh crawled out of the woman's mouth.

"Now, now, this is not the time for sobbing! Cheer up! I'll make you feel good shortly! Actually, I changed my mind. I'd be even better if you took the lead this time," pausing her grey orbs stared into Y/n's, "otherwise you know what will happen to the sow."