Terrorforming || Yandere!Harem X F!Reader

Bluebeard's Brides

You tried not to think about what Elizabeth had said, dismiss it as the screaming of a child who had her new toy taken away, but her words repeated in your head like a broken record.

If only dangerous girls were assigned to Temperance, and Rosasharon was once among their ranks, didn't that make her dangerous too? You knew she would deny it if asked, say she was a lamb that was led astray, just like you.

But... But, but, but, but-- You had no proof that Louise and Chaeyoung hurt Salome and Delilah. You only thought so because Rosasharon planted that seed of distrust in your heart and mind.

So that night, while Rosasharon showered, you took a look around the cabin, searched the place from top to bottom. You didn't know what you expected to find. Probably some grisly trophies. The husk of a wasp's nest? A bottle of drain cleaner? A diary detailing her evil plot to completely isolate you?

You found none of the above. But you did find something. A binder, secreted away in her underwear drawer, the one you never opened out of respect for her privacy.

You sat on the lower bunk bed and cracked it open.

It turned out to be a scrapbook, full of photos. This came as no surprise. Rosasharon fancied herself an amateur photographer. She'd taken countless pictures of you and the rest of the Faithful on her Polaroid camera throughout your time at camp. You hadn't thought anything of it.

Now you did, though. The book was organized by years. Each year listed focused on one particular girl. Some photos were posed, but most were candid. It was a little unsettling, knowing these girls had been photographed without their knowledge or consent.

For all these different girls, there was a similar picture at the end of their section. It was so obviously staged that it looked like it was supposed to be a portrait. Rosasharon and her muse would be standing on the chapel's altar, smiling uncannily. They were all trussed up in their sterling white uniforms and veils like little brides, but the similarities didn't end there. They wore identical sacred heart brooches.

You didn't know how to feel, but something like jealousy gnawing away at the inner lining of your stomach. You did your best to ignore it, soldier on.

You were surprised to find that you recognized one of her brides: Louise. She was a little smaller, her afro was less full, but it was definitely her. While you had left the rest of the photos alone, you slipped the picture at the end of her section out of its plastic sleeve and set it on the cot beside you.

Once you finally flipped to the section marked this year, you found... You. Your section was bigger than the rest of the girls' combined, taking almost all of the remaining pages of the binder. It was creepy --gut creepy-- and made you feel a little violated for some reason.

You closed the scrapbook and tucked it back under all her neatly folded panties. You didn't know what to make of the scrapbook. But you had an idea who you could ask about it.

Louise wasn't hard to find. Camp Bethel only had the one latrine, seeing as it was an all-girls summer camp. You just staked out the bathroom, keeping your fingers crossed that Rosasharon didn't wrap up her self-care session early.

As luck would have it, you didn't have to wait longer than what felt like an hour before little Louise walked in.

Her expression crumpled when she saw you there, sitting on the edge of one of the sinks. Her lower lip wobbled a little like a bowl of jello.

"Hey," you said, unsure of how to breach the relevant topic.

She ignored your greeting, marched into one of the stalls and locked the door behind her. With a long suffering sigh, you stood up and walked over to her hidey hole.

"Listen... I really need to talk to you," you told her, rapping two knuckles on the door.

"Too bad. I could get in serious trouble for speaking to you. Plus, why would you want to talk to me when you think I almost murdered another camper?"

"I don't know for certain that you were the one who hurt Salome. I found something, and only you and Rosasharon can tell me what it is."

"So go ask her."

You ignored her answer, slid the photo under the stall.

"What's going on in this picture?"

For a while, the only sound was the shifting and shuffling of Louise behind the door. Just when you were ready to give up the ghost, figuring she was just going to ignore you, she spoke up.

"It was taken at my Confirmation. Before the service, Rosasharon gifted me that broach and insisted on taking a picture together to commemorate the occasion. All summer, she gave me her utmost attention, made me feel special, like I was different from the rest of the Faithful.

"But, once autumn came, she didn't attempt to contact me. Not once. Not even after I slit my wrists and had to be admitted to a mental hospital. And when I landed in Camp Bethel again the following summer, she barely acknowledged my existence, didn't bat an eye when I was assigned to Temperance."

There was a long pause, during which she let that information sink in.

The only thing that came to mind was, "Why?"

"I don't know for certain... But, my guess? She lives for the chase. Once she's won you over to her cause, has you wrapped around her finger, she loses interest and moves on to the next big challenge. I tried to warn you, Y/N. I told you she was a liar and a manipulator. You didn't want to listen."

You swallowed hard around all the raw emotions clawing at the inside of your throat. "I'm listening now."

"But do you believe me?"

You did. You really did. You told her as much. And you also said, "I'm sorry. You've been nothing but nice to me, and I've treated you like shit."

"It's okay. It's not like I'm not used to it." She replied, sounding so resigned to mistreatment that it honestly broke your heart. She kicked the photo out from under the stall. "Do me a favor? Burn that picture. I never want to think about that summer again. Nothing but bad memories."

You left with the picture in hand, only to toss it in the dying embers of the bonfire in the middle of camp as you walked by. You didn't stay to watch it burn.

The weather had been overcast the last few days. Now the sky looked ready to open up at any second now. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled overhead. A storm was coming. In fact, it was very nearly almost here. You hurried towards your destination.