The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 30 - (The Show Off)

Days turned into an agonizing blend of routine and torment. Damian continued his grotesque charade, meticulously tending to the mansion while I clung to the hope that Julia or someone else would come to my rescue.

One evening, after another forced dinner, Damian's eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "Come," he said, untying my bonds with unsettling ease. "I want to show you something special."

My body ached from days of confinement, but I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky. Damian held my arm, guiding me with a strange mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

He led me to a hidden door behind an old bookcase in the study. With a slight push, the door swung open, revealing a narrow passageway. "This," he said with a smile, "is where the real magic happens."

We stepped into the darkness, and Damian flicked on a small flashlight, illuminating the cramped corridor. The walls were lined with old, faded wallpaper, and the air was thick with dust.

"I've lived within these walls for years," he said, his voice echoing in the confined space. "Watching, learning, understanding the town and its people. It's amazing what you can discover when you're invisible."

We walked further into the passage, and Damian began to share his knowledge. He spoke of the townsfolk, their secrets, and their lives with an eerie familiarity. He knew the rhythms of their days, the undercurrents of their relationships, and the hidden skeletons in their closets.

He's like a ghost haunting this town, knowing everything and everyone.

"You see," he said, his voice carrying a chilling certainty, "this town is like a living organism. Every person, every building, every secret is a part of its body. And I... I'm the blood that flows through its veins, unseen but vital."

His words chilled me, but I knew better than to show my fear. Instead, I listened, storing every piece of information for the moment I could use it to escape.

Finally, we reached a small door at the end of the passage. Damian pushed it open, revealing a tiny room. It was furnished with a bed, a small desk, and shelves filled with books and mementos.

It was surprisingly cozy, but the knowledge of where it was situated made my skin crawl.

"This is my room," Damian said with a touch of pride. "My sanctuary. It's where I planned everything, where I watched you grow up."

I shivered at the thought of him spying on me, his eyes following my every move from these hidden depths.

He's been here, watching me all this time.

"Look," he said, picking up a photo album from one of the shelves. He flipped it open, revealing pictures of me, Julia, and others from the town. "I documented everything. Every milestone, every heartbreak. I was always there."

He handed me the album, and I leafed through it, my heart sinking with each page. There were photos of my childhood, my teenage years, even my college graduation. Moments I had thought were private, safe from prying eyes, all laid bare.

He knows everything about me.

"Why?" I whispered, unable to comprehend the extent of his obsession.

"Because I love you," he said simply. "And because I needed to understand you, to know you completely."

This isn't love.

This is possession.

"This isn't love," I said, my voice trembling. "This is a sickness."

Damian's face darkened for a moment, but then he shrugged, a chilling smile returning to his lips. "Call it what you want. But it's what brought us here, to this moment."

He stepped closer, his eyes intense. "You see, darling, this room is where we start anew. Where we build our future, away from prying eyes. Just you and me, forever."

I felt a wave of nausea, but I forced myself to remain composed. "What if I don't want this future?"

"You will," he said, his voice soft but firm. "In time, you'll come to see that this is the only way."

As we left his hidden sanctuary and returned to the main part of the mansion, I felt the weight of despair pressing down on me. Damian's knowledge of the town, his ability to move unseen, made the prospect of escape seem impossible.

But as he tied me back up for the night, I clung to the hope that Julia or someone else would notice my absence and come looking for me.