Delusional ((Yandere Howleen Wolf x Human! F! Reader))

Choice 1: Stay With Howleen

Howleen kept you behind her as the group of men grew. There was no escape, you thought. There was no hope.

Between Howleen and the men, you couldn't think straight. There was no logic. There was only emotion.

"Come here, it's okay." One of the men hummed gently.

"Stay." Howleen barked.

"Let her leave." A man pointed his gun at Howleen.

Howleen turned to you, determination in her eyes. "Go if you want. But don't forget, I warned you."

You inhaled. What could you do?

"I..." You stuttered. Howleen smiled lovingly at you.

"Come on, choose."

You inhaled again. This was it, you thought. You could choose the loss of freedom, or the loss of your life. Which was more important?

You gently took Howleen's hand and squeezed it. She smirked.

"Run as fast and as far as you can. I'll find you. I promise." She smiled. "Now go."

You turned on your heel and ran, not listening to the screams of the men that Howleen had chosen to kill.

Your legs thumped with pain, but you kept going. Howleen said to, and Howleen's word was law.

You wondered if you'd ever regret it.

●6 YEARS LATER●

You regretted every second of your life after you ran. You hopped motels for years, until finally Howleen got a decent, steady job and made a nice established home for you.

Well, at least she thought it was nice.

It was a small, one bedroom house in a small neighborhood with a high crime rate. You were allowed to leave the house whenever you wanted, but only because everyone knew Howleen, and everyone stayed loyal to her for good reason. Anyone who defied her was found missing, and she'd always come home with a good chunk of meat for dinner. You didn't dare ask what it was.

You simply cooked, cleaned, and sat around for the most part. You could feel yourself withering away. Often times, you found yourself staring at the television, even when it was off. You wouldn't think. You wouldn't move. You'd barely blink.

You were empty. Howleen had broken you a long time ago, leaving only a shell of who you were.

Sometimes, on the good days, the neighborhood kids would come and visit you. Nearly everyone in the neighborhood understood your situation. They all took pity on you, but they never stepped up.

It was almost as if they were scared.

You weren't scared of Howleen anymore, however. You weren't scared of death. You just didn't want to do it yourself.

If only you could-

"Hi, baby!" A high pitched voice sounded through the quiet home.

You didn't look away from the blank television, and instead you peeked over to the doorway. Howleen stood on the door mat, kicking off her work boots and sliding on her house slippers.

You turned your eyes back to the black screen and exhaled.

"Don't give me that attitude." She smiled. "I know I was a little late today, but look! I got us a whole chicken!"

You closed your eyes to stop the tears from spilling.

It wasn't chicken, and you knew that.

"We just have to skin it first, okay?"

You swallowed the vomit that piled into your mouth.

"Can..." Your voice came out shaky and weak. "Can you cook it tonight?"

She grinned happily. "Of course, baby!"

She made her way to the kitchen and plopped the chunk of meat in the clean sink. You allowed the tears to steadily make gheir way down your face as she carved into the meat.

"Who was it?" You asked, finally finding the courage to question her.

"Hm?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"Who's arm is that?"

She stayed silent for a second. Then, she cracked a smile. "It's not arm. It's thigh. And it was some guy who lived down the street."

You sniffled.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

You shook your head and wiped your tears away. "Nothing."

"Good." Her tone turned dark. "Come help me."

"I-I really don't want to." You replied. "It's always so bloody."

"That's why I need your help."

She turned to look at you, and you did the same to her. You stared with pleading eyes. You didn't want to do it anymore.

"Come. Here."

You stood and walked to her. You took a glance at the meat, and almost instantly, you broke down.

You fell to the ground and sobbed, clinging to the cabinets as if they were your comfort.

"Stop crying." Howleen rolled her eyes and cut into the slice of thigh. "I didn't bring the rest of him this time. You should be grateful, you know."

You cried harder. "I-I am grateful."

"Then stand up."

You stood, the tears still spilling from your eyes.

"Baby." Howleen sighed. "I don't like to see you upset. Why are you sad?"

"Why?" You scoffed. "Why am I sad???"

You stopped yourself from exploding. "I'm tired."

"Go take a nap hunny. I'll cook and wake you up when dinners done."

You nodded and wiped your tears before walking to the bedroom.

God, you regretted so much.