Electronic Darling || Yandere!Mobster X F!Reader

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Giovanna was true to her word. You got a call Friday evening, before the end of the week, instructing you to come down from your room. Sure enough, there was a black SUV --the same one from the night you visited The Midnight Rectory?-- parked outside your house. You grabbed your bag of essentials and tip-toed down the stairs so as not to alert your parents.

You didn't bother saying goodbye. Not then and not now.

Undoubtedly, your parents loved you, but their love was... Wrong. Your father's love was too much. He saw you as a symbol of his and his darling's love. And your mother's love was never enough. She loved you as much as a ship could ever love an anchor.

You couldn't blame her, either. If you were in her shoes, forced to resign yourself to staying with your kidnapper because he was now the father of your child, you'd be resentful too.

That's not going to be me, you promised yourself before bed every night as you stared out the sliver of your window not covered by your curtains, wondering if the silhouette outside was a peeping tom or just your imagination. That's never going to be me.

And, with the mob's protection, you just might be able to keep that promise.

Giovanna was waiting for you in the backseat. She had traded her vinyl minidress for a starched white blouse with a deep v-neck --sleeves rolled up to her elbows to better show off her tattoos-- and a pair of high-waisted black trousers. It was still sexy, but this time it looked much more comfortable.

She eyed your backpack with casual disdain. "You're not going to need that," she drawled. "You'll be very well taken care of."

That was good to hear. Still, you shrugged. "It'll be nice to have something from home. A keepsake of sorts."

She just shook her head. "You can keep it so long as it doesn't prevent you from adjusting to your new home."

"Are we headed to the safe house now?" You asked. Dread and excitement were tangled inside your stomach.

"Not yet. We're making a brief stop at the photography studios to get you some photo sets."

"Why?"

"If you must know, they're necessary for advertising, seeing as you're new to the e-darling scene. You have to chum the waters if you want to catch sharks." It was a good, if somewhat disturbing, metaphor. But chumming the water was easy when you were the one on the boat and not in the shark cage.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"I'd rather you didn't," Giovanna said, looking at you sharply from the corner of her eye. It wasn't quite a glare, but it certainly had the potential of turning into one.

You quickly back-tracked, not wanting to upset her. "Nevermind then. Maybe some other time?"

"I wouldn't count on it."

...

While you'd never been to a photo studio before, you knew as soon as you walked through the door that this one was Fancy with a capital f. It was huge, open and airy. Charm and sophistication practically oozed from the walls.

You didn't know much about photography, couldn't judge how good or bad a photo was. Did a more expensive photographer, with a top-of-the-line camera, take better pictures than the selfies you took with your phone? You supposed you would find out. That was, if Giovanna even let you see the set once it came out.

As you stood there gawking, a middle-aged man emerged from a side room, wheeling a large clothing rack behind him. He was tall and practically as skinny as a green bean, with a downright unnerving Cheshire cat grin that stretched his face out of proportion.

"Is this the newest addition to your flock, Gio?" He asked, smile growing impossibly wider. You resisted the urge to hide behind the mobster. Instead, you just wrung your hands and nervously shifted your weight back and forth between your two feet. "Hello, little lamb! Aren't you just the cutest thing? I'm not surprised, though. Miss Romano has excellent taste."

"I pay you to take pictures, Jeffery. Not make small-talk," Giovanna said. "I assume the stylist already dropped off the pieces?"

"Yep!" The p popped like bubblegum. He gestured behind him to the clothing rack, whose bar was sagging in the middle under its heavy load. Was all that for you? "Everything's here, and the set is all ready. We can begin right away."

"Good." Then she turned to you. "Get undressed."

You let out a little squawk of indignance. "Right here? Right now?"

"When I offered you this job, I told you that you'd have to be comfortable getting naked in front of other people. You accepted. So strip."

You wanted to argue, say she promised nothing would be in-person, but you knew it wouldn't get you anywhere. Defeated, you started to unbutton your jeans.

It was little consolation, but at least Giovanna and Jeffery didn't stare, didn't watch you undress. He adjusted his camera lens as she flipped through the rack.

By the time you were down to just your bra and panties, she had picked out the first outfit. It was a sailor fuku but in milky pink as opposed to navy blue. In fact, there wasn't a single jewel tone on the rack. It was all pastels: soft pinks, baby blues, and pale purples.

Every outfit you tried on was exceptionally cute, girly, and --dare you say-- a little childish. Most, but not all, featured an adorable animal of some sort, be it a bear, bunny, kitten, or puppy.

The worst part wasn't being almost naked in front of strangers or the doll clothes... It was how controlling Giovanna was. No matter how tiny and insignificant the detail, she just had to fix it. Every hair had to be in place. There couldn't be a single stray thread. You had to look perfect.

It took forever. By the time the photo session was over, you were completely exhausted. You didn't even bother changing out of your last outfit, just bundled the clothes you came in with up under your arm. She didn't seem to mind.

"Have the rest of the clothes sent to The Convent," she instructed Jeffery. "And I want those pictures in my inbox by tomorrow morning." God, she was demanding. But he just nodded along, still smiling eerily.

"Can we go home now?" You whined.

Giovanna took out her phone to check the time, before nodding. "It's about that time. Let's get you home."

The photographer waved to you as you walked out of the studio. "Hope to see you again soon, lamb. Real soon."

You didn't run like you wanted to, but you did quicken your step.