Imprisonment (Childe x Fem!reader)

Chapter Eighteen: Childe's POV; The Ex

⚠️WARNING⚠️

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND WEAPON USE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!

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It was easy to find this ex of hers. He told her he was out and drug free, living peacefully in her hometown and having a sustainable job.

Well, he lied about it all. I wasn't surprised at all, In fact, it made things easier for me.

He lived in some abandoned house down the block selling meth, cocaine, and every other drug you could think of. Junkies would roam around the house, getting high and regretting their life decisions. Small arguments break out here and there.

So I waited until he was alone.

When all the junkies left, he would sit underneath a small wooden table and pull his phone out.

I bet he's trying to text Y/N...

As I walked inside the shackled house, you could hear my footsteps echo through the halls. I entered the room he was in and everything went quiet. The sound of tapping stopped immediately.

"Oh Brian!" I shouted through the room, pretending I didn't know where he was. Now I could've just shot him through the window and called it a night but, what's the fun in that?

"Let's have a chat. I need to discuss something with you."

I looked around the room and at that small table. I begin to walk closer and closer, trying to scare him. But to my surprise, he wasn't under the table.

I heard small tiptoes to my left as I turn to see him trying to dash out of the house. I let out a sigh and throw a knife at him. Unfortunately, it hit the side of the door as he was trying to open it. The knife was so close to him, he froze out of fear. He turns to look at me as I walk up to him.

"Please! Don't send me back to that center! They're ruthless!"

My theory wasn't too far off. I assumed he escaped rehab and lied to everyone that he was better, or they kicked him out because his family wasn't going through with the money.

"Do you know Y/N?"

His eyes told me everything. How he felt, what he was thinking. Everything he was going to say or do was out of fear.

"Y-Yes! I-I do, she's my girl-"

I cut him off by holding another knife up to his neck. He froze mid sentence, shaking profusely.

How dare he call her his "girlfriend." With such a filthy mouth like his, he shouldn't say anything about her.

"Give me your phone."

He reaches for his pocket slowly, not breaking eye contact and hands it to me.

"Unlock it." I demanded.

He presses his fingers on the home button and unlocks it. All I saw was her on his Home Screen. All he had was Instagram and iMessage. As I went to both, the only person he was following was her. He tried to send multiple dms to her claiming his love for her and lying about his situation. As I went to messages, the only contact he had was her. No mother, no father, not any other family members contact. As soon as I clicked the messages, I wanted to slice his throat right then and there.

I turned his phone off and slipped it into my pocket. I grabbed him by his jacket and lifted him up.

How dare he.

He stalked her, assaulted her and caused her pain. No man like that deserves to breath the same air as Y/N. He must die.

"W-Wait! I-I'm sorry okay! Lo-Look I'll give you w-whatever you wa-"

I grip him tighter as he started flailing in the air. Before he could say anything else, my knife went slowly up to his chin and into his skin. He screamed and choked as the blood rushed into his throat. I throw him down onto the dirty broken floor as he tried to crawl away.

But I wasn't going to let him. I walked slowly towards him as he saw the devil rising from hell to take him away. He hits the side of the wall, letting him know there was no way out. I grabbed the knife that was stuck in his chin, took it out and sliced his throat.

Piece by piece, I slashed his neck slowly being able to see his organs and neck bone poking out. His blood gushed through the dry wooden floors and some onto my shoes.

I didn't count how many times I did it. But it felt good. Too good. I haven't killed this many times since my last girlfriend and she left me in a heartbeat once she found out about my occupation and obsession.

I stood up and wiped my shoes and the rest of my face with his nasty blood. He looked so much better covered in his own blood. A masterpiece truly.

I would call Scaramouche to clean this up but consider the last time I asked him to do it, it was on the news. So it was my turn to clean this up.

I dragged him to the back of the house near the door and grabbed a body bag from one of the cars I hijacked earlier. Now I could just throw him in the river and call it a night but, over time I have a feeling the body would rise back up. The ocean isn't a bad idea but that's too far of a drive and my dearest Y/N is waiting for me at home. So my last option was to burry him. Yes it's time consuming digging and digging, but no one will find him or look for him.

I stuffed him in the back of the car and drove out into the nearest woods. Covered by trees, in the night where no street lights came on, it was perfect.

I grabbed a shovel and found a good spot to dig. My phone began to ring as I stopped mid-way. It was Scaramouche. I answer and put the phone close to my ear and continued to dig.

"What's up?"

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Finishing up my work, why?"

"Jackass has been waiting for you."

"Couldn't he have just done the meeting without me?"

"You know well as I do that no boss is gonna start a meeting without all it's members."

I let out a sigh in frustration.

"I'll be there soon."

"Well hurry up. People have other things to do."

"And since did you care about other people?"

"Since I've been in this room filled with idiots. Now hurry the fuck up and get here."

He hangs up before I could even get a word out.

I let out another sigh and continue digging. By the time I was done, I threw the body in the whole and filled it back up. I placed the shovel in the back of the car and drove off.

I park the car back to where it was originally was and surprisingly, no one came out or even got suspicious of this car missing.

I walked down a bit and down an alley way to head inside our building. People stared at me, wondering why I was covered in dirt and dried up blood. But I didn't give them a reason and not did they ask. They were smart enough to figure out pieces of the story.

As I entered inside the room, everyone turned their heads and stared at me with dagger eyes. This didn't scare me the slightest. I walked passed them like this was my room and that I run shit around here. The boss man stands up from his chair and greets me.

"Look who finally decided to show up!"