The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 24 - (The Sheriff)

My heart pounded as Damien advanced on me, his eyes wild and unhinged. This couldn't be the same man who had always been our kind, attentive neighbor. And yet, the evidence was staring me in the face - he had been the one living in the walls, watching our every move like some deranged voyeur.

How could I have been so blind?

How did I not see this coming?

"Damien, what...what is going on?" I managed, backing away slowly. "Why were you living in there? Spying on us?"

He let out a harsh laugh that made the hairs on my neck stand up. "Spying? Is that what you think I was doing?" He shook his head slowly. "Oh no, no, no my dear. I was simply...observing. Waiting for the perfect moment."

The perfect moment for what?

God, I don't want to know.

A chill shot down my spine. I turned to run, but Damien was alarmingly fast. In two strides he had me by the arm, his grip like a vise as he yanked me back around to face him. Up close, I could see the feverish glaze in his eyes, the manic energy thrumming through him.

This isn't happening.

This can't be real.

"Let me go!" I cried, struggling against his hold. But he was inhumanly strong, dragging me back into the house and slamming the door behind us.

"You just don't understand," he growled, slamming me up against the wall hard enough to make me see stars. "From the moment I saw you, I knew it was meant to be. You and me, together forever."

No,

no,

no.

This is so much worse than I thought.

My blood turned to ice at his unhinged words. This was so much worse than I could have imagined. Damien wasn't just a squatter or a thief - he was completely unraveled from reality.

"Please..." I whimpered as he produced a length of rope, his dark eyes boring into me. "Damien, you're not thinking clearly. We can get you some help..."

"Help?" He barked out a laugh that was more of a snarl. "I don't need help. I just need you to finally see what's meant to be!"

Someone, anyone

please help me.

With dizzying speed, he had me bound and gagged, my muffled screams useless against the rough fabric jammed into my mouth. Damien stood back to admire his handiwork, a twisted grin stretching across his face.

"Don't worry, my love," he crooned, caressing my cheek in a parody of tenderness. "Once you realize how perfect we are together, you'll be thanking me for this."

This isn't love.

This is madness.

Tears streamed down my face as he turned and strode away, whistling a jaunty tune that sent chills down my spine. I was trapped, alone with a clearly deranged man who fancied himself my soulmate.

As the shadows lengthened and darkness crept through the mansion, a new wave of panic set in. What did Damien have planned for me? And how could I possibly escape this nightmare?

I need to get out of here.

I need to find a way to escape.

I struggled against the ropes binding my wrists and ankles, my muffled cries for help useless against the gag jammed into my mouth. How could this be happening? Just hours ago, Damien had been our friendly, if a bit too attentive, neighbor. Now he had revealed himself as unstable, with a deeply disturbing obsession.