Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 42 - Snooping/Ew 🔞

I found myself wide awake in the bedroom in the dead of night, my mind swirling with questions.

What the hell just happened?

And what was that man hiding?

Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I unlocked it and began scrolling through. I couldn't shake the nagging worry about Mel. It wasn't like her to go silent for two days.

I quickly read an email from The Artist Muse, trying to distract myself from the unsettling thoughts gnawing at my mind.

"I hope this email finds you well. I wanted to touch base regarding the art project we've been working on. Whenever you have a moment, I'd love to schedule a time to review the latest pieces and discuss any adjustments or additions we might want to make.

Additionally, I've been considering a second project and I wanted to get your thoughts on whether you'd be interested in collaborating again. Your talent and creativity were invaluable in our previous endeavor, and I believe we could achieve something truly remarkable together once more.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon."

I saved that email; I'll reply to it tomorrow. But something really bothered me, a gnawing feeling deep in my stomach. Then, a thought crossed my mind:

Jake.

It was a dilemma.

Should I go snooping around the library and risk getting caught, possibly traumatized, and falling into the trap Chris set up?

Or

Should I do nothing?

I definitely wasn't picking the first option, but Chris didn't say anything about snooping through anything else.

I rose from my seat and began making my way through the house, my curiosity piqued. First, I peeked into the den, finding it unoccupied. Then my attention was drawn towards a dimly lit hallway, from which emanated the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking rapidly.

Oh god, please don't let that be what I think it is

Well, there was no turning back now.

With a steadying breath, I proceeded down the corridor towards the source of the noise. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, only to be met with the sight of an empty bedroom.

Huh? But I could have sworn...

Yet the creaking persisted, seeming to beckon me further. Puzzled, I ventured deeper into the room, and that's when it struck me - the space appeared to stretch on far longer than it should have, the walls extending into the distance in an unsettling, distorted way.

What in the world?

An eerie sense of trepidation washed over me as I stood there, transfixed by the room's bizarre, elongated dimensions. This can't be real.

Rooms don't just... elongate like that.

And that's when I heard the grunting sounds. A shiver ran down my spine as suggestive phrases reached my ears in Chris's unmistakable voice, laced with an intensity that could only be described as...possessive.

"No one can have you but me, my sweet" He grunts

"Mine... all mine"

"I can't get enough of you, my perfect little creation" He continued, his voice growing more frantic with every word

My mind screamed at me to turn back, that I would deeply regret pursuing this further. But an inexplicable force seemed to propel me forward, drawing me down the hallway until I found myself on my knees before the door to his room. With trembling hands, I slowly pushed it open, bracing myself for what lay beyond.

The sight that greeted me drained the color from my face. There was Chris, his expression one of primal desire as he fucked a doll that looked exactly like me.

I stood there, watching the scene unfold in front of me. My mind was racing trying to process the scene in front of me.

No

This can't be real...

He wouldn't.... He can't...

But there he was, his back a picture of pure strength and power, every muscle tense and defined as he drives deep into the doll. Sweat glistened on to his skin, tracing a path down his spine. He was in a throne of pure ecstasy

And I was in pure shock and horror.

His body moves in a rhythmic, almost primal dance as he thrust into the doll, wearing my clothes. Each move was precise and deliberate, an testimate for his inanimate object that bears an uncanny resemblance to me.

A low moan escapes his lips, punctuating each thrust into the doll. It was the sound of pure pleasure.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Why can I not look away?

"Oh god, yes!" He cried out, giving into the doll with all his might. His moans fill the room growing louder and more urgent with every thrust.

His dick glistening in the light, It's hard and throbbing, slick with a combination of sweat, lube and his own cum.

"Nnnngh.... T-take it!... Fuck...!"

On his desk, I spotted a familiar photo.

It's me.

Taken without my knowledge or consent. And now, it's covered in his cum.

With a growl, he thrust even harder into the doll. The force causes the table to shake and rattle against the wall. He grabs onto the doll's hips, fingers digging into plastic as he pounds away.

I tore my eyes away from the grilling sight before me, my stomach churning. But one detail on the camera feed caught my attention - a single staircase, the lens squarely focused on it. I don't know why, but I found myself unable to look away, transfixed.

So it really was a trap?

I tried looking away, but I couldn't. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. The way he moans and writhes in pleasure, the way his dick thrust into the doll again and again.

"Your mine" He moaned, his voice husky and filled with desire.

"I own you, and you own me. Mind"

Thrust

"Body"

Thrust

"And soul"

With a final, mighty thrust, he releases his cum deep inside the doll. He let out a loud moan of pleasure as his body trembled with satisfaction.

But instead of pulling out and stopping, He started back up again.

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(A/N) 

the crazy part of this is i actually wrote this while listening to straight up silence, in the dead of night. 

Like it was so quiet not even the crickets were making noise.