Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.20) De Matre

L/n residence

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Lenz pov

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I slowly, silently descended from the attic. Tonight I was more giddy than usual. Her pent up rage made me nervous but exited. Something about her was bubbling inside, and I loved it. Billy was mad earlier...very mad. She talked to him like she knew he was there. Like she would hug him if she saw him. she talked to him. but didn't talk to me..no..she hates me.

She hates me.

          She hates me.

Stupid Billy.

                  STUPID.

It's okay...

she'll love me..she has too, she has to love me. She feeds me she has too... I scratched at my face as I walked down the Hall growling at the creak that followed me too.

"Leave me alone..." I tell him.

"Leave her alone" he replied...that irritating voice, he spoke childishly, like a little boy.

And He talked back!? I kick the wall and growl. How dare he. Walking to her usual resting place the dim light barely revealed the contours of the room, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. His gaze wandered over her belongings as he went through his habitual routine of exploring her personal space. "This one....pretty..." I said as I lifted up a shirt.. It said... 'KoRn'?

Idiots can't even spell properly... She wore this today. I glance over at her sleeping form before giggling and holding the shirt close to my face and taking in a euphoric inhale...

Approaching her bed, I intended to repeat my nice gesture of brushing my hand against hers as she slept, I studied her face..she looks mad. Nightmares? She talked about those with doll boy... I got to brush my hand through her hair. However, tonight was different. As my hand neared hers, her eyes burst open. Her grip instinctively tightening around my wrist.

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As his hand neared hers, her eyes burst open, her grip instinctively tightening around his wrist.

"You... YOU!!!" she exclaimed, surprise and fear evident in her voice, anger just as much. The sudden awakening startled Billy, to the point all he could do was yell. "AGHHHH!" and the next thing she knew she was being stranggled. He was on top of her straddling her as he choked her.

She looked so pretty with hands wrapped around her throat

She hit his arm and in a quick sign of defense poked him in the eyes and he fell of the bed into the floor. The walls sounded louder tonight.

Y/N's breathing was rapid, a mix of fear and repressed anger from the stress she had endured. The room felt charged with tension as they locked eyes.