No More Tears (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

Act 1 - Chapter 9 - Differing Convictions

Author Note: Gore is fun to write :D. How do I continuously miss so much on my first proofread... Each time takes like 20 minutes..

'Y/n's not the type to physically harm someone... He's not coming for me. Derrick told me how that bitch is blackmailing him... It's all on me... and me alone to do something...'  The small blooded teen thought, pretending to be knocked out due to exhaustion.

It had been two days since Derrick had taken her down into the basement and locked her up. Thankfully, today was Monday and thus the psycho went to attend school, leaving her alone. Derrick had assumed that Chloe's severe blood loss combined with her weak constitution from birth, a fact he had learnt from the PI he had hired, would result in the teen being unable to escape form the situation. Thus he concluded It would be fine to leave her alone.

Only water was allocated to the girl. Starvation was another method of torture that Derrick had wanted to try out. Chloe sat on the metal chair stained with blood, her newly vermillion coloured hair obscuring her vision as she lent forwards, slowly making attempts to shift about and push the leather belts which had confined her, resulting in the belt holding her right hand down to loosen slightly.

Sunday had been the worst day for the young teen so far, the worst thing Derrick had done to the girl was dig her left eye out with no anaesthetic. Screams filled the chamber throughout the whole procedure and she could still feel pain where her left eye used to be. Derrick had crudely padded her eye up in order to stop excessive blood loss that might kill the girl, as he "wouldn't want his new toy to become broken so soon now would we!" he had said in a singsong fashion

That night, whilst scarcely being able to sleep due to the absurd amount of pain that radiated throughout her body, she had nightmares of her father condemning her for his death. The older woman had truly had a lasting impact on the younger teen's mental state that could not easily be fixed. She slowly wept whilst apologising towards her father, a sight which Mikhail would be incredibly sorrowful to see.

Slowly rebelling against the old leather belt located on her right wrist, It unloosened completely allowing her to put much more force in removing the rest of the belts located on her right arm. Taking over one stale hour to regain control over her feeble right arm, the rest of the constraints were swiftly dealt with.

The devilish metal trolley was located right next to the stained chair, most of the sharp objects and devices had been covered in blood by now, not a pretty sight to see indeed. Grabbing a large red serrated combat knife that she was well versed in due to being cut with it several times, she slowly attempted to move around the room, limping due to injuries on her legs.

By now, Derrick had stripped the girl of most of her clothes in order to inflict as much pain as possible everywhere on the poor teen's body. There were only two doors leading out of the room; Y/n had seen Derrick leave for school through the door behind her, whilst all of the tools and weaponry had came from the door located to her left.

Even though she had decided that the serrated blade was all the small girl had required, she sluggishly advanced towards her door beholding the extra weaponry, swinging the door open in order to buy some extra time later on if she was found to be gone, before moving towards the other door. 

The deranged man was definitely not very smart. Not only had he kept the old leather belts due to it reminding him of all the people he'd tortured before her, resulting in her escape, he also left a tray of dangerous weapons that Chloe could use and left none of the doors locked.

The small girl scoffed at his care-free behaviour, she'd sworn to herself that he would receive payback in kind to what he served to the girl. Pain consuming his face was a sight she had yearned to see after going through hell and back for the bastard's enjoyment. Some of these wounds would never heal and would give torment her with pain for the rest of her life.