The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 34 - (The Shopping)

The next morning, Damian had a new idea. 

"Let's go out," he said, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling excitement.

I looked at him, bewildered. 

"Go out? Where?"

"Just around town," he said, untying my bonds. "Get some fresh air, smell the roses. It'll do us both some good."

The thought of being outside, even under his watchful eye, was tempting. Maybe I could find an opportunity to signal someone for help, or at least gather my bearings. I had to be cautious, every move I made had to be calculated.

He handed me a dress and some shoes. "Put these on. We need to look presentable."

I dressed quickly, my mind racing with possibilities. Damian watched me closely, his expression unreadable, his eyes scanning me as if trying to gauge my thoughts.

Once I was ready, he took my hand, leading me out of the mansion. The sunlight felt almost foreign on my skin, and I blinked against its brightness. Damian's grip was firm, a constant reminder that I was far from free.

We walked down the driveway and onto the sidewalk, the familiar sights and sounds of the town surrounding us. People were out and about, going about their daily routines, blissfully unaware of the nightmare I was living.

This is it.

My chance.

I have to stay sharp, look for any sign, any chance to get help.

Someone has to notice something's wrong.

Damian kept a casual pace, his demeanor relaxed. To anyone passing by, we must have looked like a perfectly normal couple out for a stroll. But every time I glanced at him, his eyes were sharp, watching my every move.

Stay calm.

Keep your head clear.

Look for an opening.

There has to be something.

As we walked, he chatted amiably about the town, pointing out different landmarks and recalling stories about the people who lived there. His knowledge was disturbingly detailed, a testament to the years he had spent watching and lurking in the shadows.

"Look at that," he said, gesturing to a flower shop. "Mrs. Garvey's roses are in full bloom. Aren't they beautiful?"

I nodded, my eyes scanning the street for any sign of potential help.

Yes, they are.

But I can't just look at flowers.

I need to find a way out.

We continued on, passing by the park where children played and couples lounged on picnic blankets. I saw familiar faces, people I had known my whole life. It took all my willpower not to scream for help.

Focus.

Don't let your emotions show.

Find a way.

There has to be someone who will see, someone who will help.

"Isn't it nice to be out in the fresh air?" Damian said, his voice smooth. "We should do this more often."

I forced a smile, trying to keep my tone even. 

"Yes, it's... nice."

He's trying to make this normal, to make me forget.

But I won't.

I can't.

As we walked, Damian's grip on my hand tightened. 

"You know," he said, his voice lowering, "if you try anything, I will know. And it won't end well for either of us."

I swallowed hard, nodding. "I understand."

I need to be careful.

Every move, every word.

He's watching.

I can't afford to make a mistake.

We stopped at a small café, and Damian ordered two coffees, chatting with the barista as if we were regulars. I sat quietly, my mind working frantically to find a way out of this nightmare.

This is it.

A chance to blend in, to look like everything's normal.

But I can't let my guard down.

I need to be ready.

When the coffees were ready, he handed me mine and led me to a bench outside. We sat there, sipping our drinks, the normalcy of the scene almost too much to bear.

"You see?" he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "This could be our life. We could be happy, just like everyone else."

I looked at him, a mixture of fear and anger bubbling up inside me. 

"This isn't happiness, Damian. It's a prison."

He sighed, shaking his head. "You still don't understand. But you will, in time."

We finished our coffees in silence, the tension between us palpable. When we finally stood to leave, I felt a flicker of hope. Being out in the open, even under his control, had given me a taste of freedom. And that taste had reignited my determination to escape.

This was a step, a small one, but a step nonetheless.

I have to stay focused.

I have to find the crack, the moment to break free.

As we walked back to the mansion, I kept my eyes peeled for anything I could use to my advantage. A familiar face, an open door, anything. But the opportunity never came.

Back inside the house, Damian's demeanor shifted once again. He tied me up in the main room this time, a change from the hidden confines of his secret room.

 "We'll do this again soon," he said, a strange smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, my mind still racing. "Yes, I'd like that."

He patted my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. 

"Good. Now rest, darling. We have a lot more to do."

As he walked away, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I had been out in the open, had seen the world beyond my prison walls. And though it was a small step, it was a step nonetheless.

I will find a way out.

I have to.