The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 29 - (The Fall out)

Days passed in a surreal blur of domesticity and dread. Damian continued to play the role of a loving househusband, cooking meals with elaborate care, tidying up meticulously, and speaking to me in a gentle tone that belied the darkness of our situation. Every smile, every tender touch, was a grotesque parody of normalcy.

One afternoon, as I lay on the bed, still bound, a knock echoed through the mansion. My heart leaped.

Could this be my saving grace?

Damian's eyes flicked to the door, and then back to me. "Well, well," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gag. "Can't have you calling for help now, can we?"

I struggled, but he quickly and efficiently gagged me, his fingers brushing my cheek as he did. "There, there," he murmured, planting a kiss on my forehead. "I'll be right back."

My heart pounded in my chest as he sauntered to the door. The sound of the lock turning seemed to echo endlessly in the silent house.

"Julia!" Damian exclaimed, a note of genuine surprise in his voice. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Julia.

Of all people.

My heart sank.

"Hi, Damian," Julia replied, her voice muffled but unmistakably concerned. "I was in the area and thought I'd drop by. Is everything okay? You look... different."

"Everything's fine," Damian said smoothly. "Just been busy with the house. You know how it is."

I could see the door from where I lay, could see Julia standing there with a hesitant smile. She glanced past Damian, her eyes scanning the room, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, our eyes met.

I'm here.

Help me, Julia.

Please see through his lies.

I tried to convey my desperation, my plea for help, through my gaze. But Julia's smile only faltered slightly before she turned her attention back to Damian.

"Well," she said slowly, "I just wanted to check in. Make sure everything's okay. Tell her I was here, would you?"

"Of course," Damian said, his tone still light and casual. "I'll let her know."

Julia hesitated, her eyes flickering back to me. For a moment, I thought she might say something more, might push past Damian and discover the truth. But then she nodded and turned to leave.

Please, Julia.

Don't leave.

"Take care, Damian," she said over her shoulder. "Tell her to call me."

"Will do," Damian replied, closing the door with a soft click.

The moment the door shut, his demeanor shifted. The warm, loving facade melted away, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.

"Close one, wasn't it?" he said, walking back toward me. "But you handled it well, darling. Just like I knew you would."

He removed the gag, and I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Please, Damian," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Let me go. This isn't love. This is madness."

"Love is madness, my dear," he said with a smile. "And in time, you'll see that this is the only way."

I closed my eyes, fighting back tears. My brief moment of hope had been dashed, and now I was back in the nightmare with no end in sight.

But as Damian busied himself with household chores, whistling that jaunty tune, I couldn't help but hold on to a sliver of hope.

Julia had seen me.

She had sensed something was off.

Maybe, just maybe, she would come back.