Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 14

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Evelyn, don't you understand?" His voice was a purr, a serpent whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "I can't let you go. You're the only one who truly gets me. Who truly sees me."

Her hand trembled, the sculpture feeling heavier with each passing second. His words wove around her like a noose, tightening with each sweetly spoken lie. "Please," she whispered, the word a shard of shattered glass.

Y/N's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with a victory that made her stomach churn. "You know I can't do that," he murmured, his voice a caress that made her skin crawl. "We're in this together, now. Whether you like it or not."

Her grip on the sculpture wavered, his words cutting through the last of her defenses. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, hot and bitter on her skin. "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed, her voice cracking with the weight of her despair.

Y/N stepped closer, his hand reaching out to wipe away her tears. "It's not your fault, darling," he cooed, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You just don't understand the game we're playing. But I'm sorry you had to be a part of it." His voice was a gentle caress, the softness of his tone a stark contrast to the horror of his actions. "You should have just kept our secret."

Evelyn's hand tightened around the sculpture, the cold, hard reality of the weapon a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. "I had to tell someone," she choked out, her voice a tremble of anger and fear. "I couldn't let you get away with it."

Y/N sighed, a deep, put-upon sound that made her blood boil. "But why, Evelyn?" He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to her again. "It was just a mistake. I've told you I'm sorry. Can't we just move on?"

Evelyn's hand tightened around the sculpture, her knuckles white with the effort of holding back. "A mistake?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You call this a mistake?"

Y/N's smile never wavered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding. "Darling, it was an accident. You know how stressed I've been lately. And you," he said, his voice a serpent's hiss, "you're just making it worse."

Evelyn's eyes widened with shock and anger. "An accident?" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the apartment. "You think you can just apologize for this?"

Y/N's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with a malicious pleasure at her distress. "Of course, darling," he said, his voice soothing and patronizing. "We all make mistakes. Can't you forgive me?"

Evelyn stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Forgive you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hiss. "You think an apology is enough for what you've done?"

Y/N's smile grew sad, his eyes pleading. "Evelyn, darling," he murmured, "you know I didn't mean it. I just snapped. It was the pressure, the stress. It's all just too much for me."

He took another step closer, his hand reaching out to her again. "Come on, let's just put this behind us," he coaxed, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "Let's just go to bed, and we can talk about this in the morning."

Evelyn stared at him, her eyes searching for any sign of remorse, any hint of humanity in the monster before her. But all she saw was the same cold, calculating gaze that had haunted her dreams for weeks. "You're not human," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disgust.

Y/N's smile never faltered, his eyes searching hers with a desperate need for validation. "Do you love me, Evelyn?" he asked, his voice a low, insidious whisper that sent a chill down her spine. "Do you still love me?"

Evelyn's hand trembled, the sculpture feeling like a lead weight in her grasp. His question was a slap in the face, a twisted reminder of the man she had once known, the one she had once cared for. "How can you ask me that?" she choked out, her voice a mix of anger and pain. "After what you've done?"

Y/N's smile grew sad, his eyes pleading. "Evelyn, darling," he murmured, his voice a serpent's hiss. "You know how much I love you. Can't you see that I've just made a mistake?"

Evelyn's hand holding the sculpture quivered as she stared at him in horror. "Love?" she spat, her voice a ragged whisper. "This isn't love. This is madness."

Y/N's eyes grew misty, his face contorting into a picture of pained regret. "Oh, Evelyn," he croaked, a tear sliding down his cheek. "You don't understand. I've never felt this way before. I'm sorry, I just snapped." His voice cracked with the effort of his forced emotion, his eyes never leaving hers.

Evelyn felt the sculpture slipping from her grasp, the weight of his manipulation too much to bear. "Y/N, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Just tell me the truth."

Y/N's handsome face crumpled into a mask of despair, and to her horror, a tear slid down his cheek. "The truth?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "The truth is that I'm not perfect, Evelyn. I'm just a man who made a mistake." His voice grew stronger, the pain in his eyes seemingly genuine. "Can't you see that? Can't you forgive me?"

Evelyn felt her heart wrenched in two, the sculpture in her hand growing heavier. She had seen him cry before, but never like this. It was a performance, she knew, but the sight of his anguish was almost too much to bear. "Y/N," she began, her voice shaking.

He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Evelyn," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You know I love you. You know I would never hurt you on purpose."

Evelyn's hand, which had been gripping the sculpture with white-knuckled determination, began to relax. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with his manipulation. She searched his eyes for any sign of truth, any spark of humanity that might still lurk beneath the monster's mask.

"You know I'd never hurt you, don't you, Evelyn?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with the effort of his performance. He reached out to her again, his hand shaking with what she desperately hoped was genuine regret. "It's all just a misunderstanding, a terrible, terrible mistake."

The sculpture felt like it was made of lead in her hand, the weight of his manipulation bearing down on her. She wanted to believe him, to let the comforting warmth of his words wash over her like a soothing balm. But she knew better. She knew the truth that lurked behind his tears, the monster that he truly was.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I... I don't know what to say."

His smile grew sadder, his eyes never leaving hers. "You don't have to say anything, darling," he crooned, his voice thick with false emotion. "Just tell me you understand."

Evelyn felt her knees threaten to buckle under the weight of his words, his pained expression tugging at the last strings of her doubt. He was so convincing, so...human. "I understand," she murmured, her voice a barely audible whisper.