The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 25 - (The Home)

I didn't sleep a wink that night, my body tense and aching from being tied up on the bed. Every creak of the old mansion made me flinch, wondering if Damian was coming for me again to act out another part of his deranged fantasy.

When the first rays of morning light began filtering through the slats, I could have wept from exhaustion and fear.

What new horrors did this day have in store?

The sound of whistling made me jolt upright as much as my bonds would allow. It was an upbeat, jaunty tune - the same one Damian had been whistling yesterday as he left me tied up like an animal.

I held my breath as his footsteps approached, dread coiling in my stomach. This was it, the other shoe was about to drop...

But instead of tormenting me further, Damian swung the door open and scooped me up with surprising gentleness for a man of his size and strength. I let out a muffled cry of protest as he cradled me against his chest, whistling that infuriatingly cheery tune all the while.

"There, there, my dear," he murmured, carrying me from the closet. "You must be so uncomfortable all tied up like that. Let's get you settled properly."

Properly?

What did that mean?

I struggled futilely as he brought me into one of the mansion's bedrooms and laid me on the neatly made bed with an unsettling tenderness.

"Just relax and get some rest," Damian said in a sickly sweet tone, brushing a stray hair from my face. "You're going to need your strength."

His words sent a fresh chill through me. For what did I need strength? I didn't want to find out.

Damian just gave me another disturbingly warm smile before turning and leaving the room, whistling once more as he went. Moments later, I heard the clattering of pots and pans, smelled the unmistakable aroma of bacon frying.

Was he...cooking breakfast?

As if this were just another normal morning after kidnapping and tying me up?

My brow furrowed in disbelief and confusion. After everything that had happened, Damian was just going to act like nothing was amiss?

Unable to wrap my mind around his bizarre behavior, I could only lie there and listen as he pottered around the kitchen, whistling his jaunty little tune. The sizzle of the bacon, the clink of dishes and utensils - it was such a painfully normal, domestic scene. As if he wasn't holding me captive just rooms away.

The smells of a hearty breakfast wafted my way, making my empty stomach grumble traitorously. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. How long had I been Damian's hostage?

Just when I thought his nonchalant routine couldn't get any more unsettling, I heard the vacuum cleaner fire up.

He was cleaning now, too?

Whistling and tidying up like a demented housewife, all while I lay bound and gagged on this bed?

Tears of bewilderment and frustration pricked my eyes. What game was he playing at? This had to be another part of his ploy, some new level of psychological torment.

Right?

As the morning stretched on and Damian kept up his cheery, domestic sounds, I realized with a pit of dread in my stomach - this was my new reality. Trapped at the whim of a madman who saw nothing wrong with keeping me tied up like a captive bride between his mundane chores.

And without anyone coming to save me, I had no idea how to escape this waking nightmare. All I could do was lie there, trying in vain to make sense of Damian's unhinged behavior as he played deranged house around me.