[18+ Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

23 | First Blood

"Give me one good reason why I should let you live," Meowscarada whispers. "You have ten seconds."

"I-I have people I care about too!" Cinderace blurts. "Just like you! You... you can't just threaten me over him like this—"

"And who says I can't?" Meowscarada leans in, licking her lips as she looks down upon her helpless prey. "This is my house. My rules. And he is mine all the same." For the time Cinderace is unable to muster up the courage to speak, Meowscarada revels in the sorry sight of the rabbit. The sweat trickling down Cinderace's fur. The way her body vibrates with cold tremors. Being in this position, the rabbit can only assume the worst will come to pass. Last time she was underneath Meowscarada like this, she learned of the magician's most renowned trick -- the ability to make anything disappear, whether it be an inanimate object or rife with flesh, bone, and blood.

"Go on, then." Wiggling her eyebrows as though this is all just one big joke, Meowscarada proceeds to effortlessly mock Cinderace without a tinge of remorse. "Speak up. Choose if you don't want me to choose for you."

"I don't wanna die," Cinderace says, her voice trembling. "I don't wanna die. But... I want to stay. Trainers can have multiple partners! That's the way the world works!"

Wearing a blanked out expression, Meowscarada hisses at her. "I didn't ask how the world works, slut bunny. I asked if you'd like to lose your life right here or not."

"Slut... bunny?" Cinderace's fear melts into a plastered expression of confusion. She tilts her head to the side, her long ears twitching as she speaks. "That's what all of this is about? You still think I want him as... as a mate? When will you stop being so paranoid?"

"Paranoid? I'm not paranoid. I'm protecting him from harpies like you -- you and these other pesky girls who are so out of touch with reality that all they see when they look in his direction is a man who can bring pleasure to their otherwise worthless lives." Meowscarada doesn't take a breath as she speaks. Her eye twitches every now and again. Cinderace feels the feline's body language is just as toxic as her voice, yet so very coherent that she believes she can read exactly what's on the feline's mind. She lets Meowscarada spew her nonsense, then when the Pokémon is finally taking a breath, Cinderace sits up fully, positioning herself in a less unpleasant place beneath Meowscarada's legs. She looks forward into the feline magician's eyes, wondering what kind of buried emotions lie just beyond the surface of those red jewels.

"You're describing yourself," Cinderace speaks calmly and soft. Just those three words have Meowscarada feeling like her head is gonna come screwing off of her head -- she opens her mouth to spray her fiery wrath in the form of bitter, angry words, but nothing comes. Meowscarada stops. She thinks. For a fraction of a moment, there's the brief flash of awareness in her mind that she truly was describing herself. Her eyes dart frantically around, bouncing from Cinderace to the sheets below and the wall behind the bed. Her silence speaks volumes.