The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 32 - (The Walls)

As the days dragged on, Damian continued his charade of domestic normalcy, meticulously tending to the mansion while I remained bound by the ever-present threat of captivity. Each evening brought a new layer of tension, but this night seemed different.

Damian's smile held a hint of anticipation, unsettling in its familiarity.

"Come with me," he said softly, untying me from the chair. "I have something special planned for tonight."

Reluctantly, I followed him through the hidden passage behind the bookcase in the study. Dust motes danced in the faint light as we navigated the narrow corridors, my senses on edge. He led me to his tiny, hidden room, where a chill settled deep within me despite its superficial coziness.

The room looked unchanged—its small bed, cluttered shelves, and a worn book waiting to be read. Damian gestured for me to sit, and I complied, my eyes fixed on him with wary determination.

"I thought tonight we could spend some quality time together," he said, retrieving a worn book from the shelf. "I want to read to you."

He settled beside me, opening the book to a marked page. His voice, usually so commanding, softened into a soothing cadence as he began to read an old fairy tale, its words weaving through the stale air.

I listened, torn between the enchantment of the story and the stark reality of my captivity. The tale unfolded with nostalgic familiarity, a stark contrast to the horror of my situation.

Periodically, Damian glanced at me, his gaze unsettlingly affectionate. I masked my anxiety, feigning calm while strategizing my next move.

This could be a chance.

His guard is down...

After a while, he paused, his eyes searching mine. "Isn't this a beautiful story? It was one of my favorites growing up."

I nodded cautiously. "Yes, it's... nostalgic."

His smile widened, gratified by my response. "I knew you'd appreciate it. Stories have a way of connecting people, don't they?"

I remained silent, my mind racing for an opportunity to escape. I needed to find a crack in his facade, a moment of vulnerability.

Keep him talking.

Stay alert.

"Let's continue," he said, turning the page.

As he read, my attention flickered to a shadow dancing at the corner of the room. Hope flickered within me—could this be my chance? I resolved to investigate discreetly when Damian was distracted.

When he closed the book and returned it to the shelf, he stood and stretched. "We'll finish the story another time. For now, it's time for bed."

He bound me to the small bed in his hidden room, his touch lingering unnervingly. "Sweet dreams, darling," he murmured, before exiting, leaving me in darkness.

Alone, bound, my mind raced with plans. The shadow I'd seen gave me hope—there had to be a way out, a path to freedom.