Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 19

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the shadows grew long and thick in the office building, swallowing any semblance of safety or sanity. The air grew colder, a harbinger of the dark deeds that were about to unfold. Y/N's heart raced with excitement, the thrill of the hunt a potent drug coursing through his veins. He had done this before, knew the steps like a dance, and he was eager to lead Christy through the macabre routine.

With a grim determination, they rolled the detective's body into a plastic tarp, the rustle of the material echoing through the empty hallways. Christy's eyes remained fixed on the floor, her mind a swirl of fear and revulsion. She felt like a puppet, her strings pulled by Y/N's sadistic whims. Together, they maneuvered the lifeless weight into the elevator, the cables groaning with the burden of their shared secret.

The night was a velvet cloak, shrouding the city in a cocoon of darkness that seemed to hold its breath as they approached the car. Y/N's grip on the tarp was firm, his movements calculated and precise. Christy's trembling hands helped guide the body into the trunk, the thud of the detective's head against the metal a sickening sound that seemed to resonate through her very soul.

Once the body was secured, Y/N slammed the trunk shut with a finality that made Christy's heart stutter. The car's taillights reflected off the chrome, painting the alley in a crimson glow that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her racing heart. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was an accomplice to this madness.

The drive was a blur of dark streets and the oppressive silence that hung between them. The weight of the detective's body in the trunk was a constant reminder of their grim task. Y/N's eyes remained on the road, his face a stoic mask that offered no comfort. Christy's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, expecting to see the ghostly apparition of the detective's eyes staring back at her, but all she saw was her own haunted reflection.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence with a nod towards her. "Nice ride," he said, his voice devoid of genuine interest but filled with a forced cheerfulness that made her skin crawl. "It's got a certain...sophistication."

Christy looked over, her eyes glazed with fear. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a strange detachment from the words, as if they were coming from someone else's mouth. The car had always been a source of pride, a symbol of her independence. Now, it felt like a getaway car in a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

The lake was a mirror of black glass, reflecting the cold indifference of the moon above. Y/N killed the engine and the silence washed over them like a wave of cold dread. "This is where we say goodbye to our little problem," he said, his voice a chilling caress.

Christy nodded, her eyes fixed on the inky water. The idea of disposing of a body was something she had never imagined herself doing, but here she was, knee-deep in a nightmare she couldn't wake from. Y/N got out of the car and opened the trunk, his movements efficient and practiced. He pulled the detective's body out with surprising ease, the plastic tarp crunching under his grip.

Christy's breath hitched in her throat as she stepped out of the car, the cold night air doing nothing to quell the nausea that swelled within her. The moon cast a pallid glow over the scene, illuminating the stark reality of their situation. Y/N slammed the trunk shut with a finality that echoed through the silent night. "Let's do this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Together, they approached the lake, the detective's body a heavy burden between them. The water lapped at the shore, a gentle reminder of the vast emptiness that awaited them. The sound of their shoes on the gravel was a grim counterpoint to the serene beauty of the moonlit night. Christy felt the bile rise in her throat as she stared at the water, wondering if she could go through with it.

Y/N's grip on the tarp was unwavering, his eyes never leaving the lake. "We're going to make a clean break," he murmured, his voice a promise of a future unmarred by their grisly past. "Once he's in there, it's like he never existed."

Christy nodded, her eyes on the rippling water. The moon cast a silver path across the lake, beckoning them closer. "What if they find him?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Y/N's grip on the tarp tightened, his eyes never leaving the lake's surface. "They won't," he assured her, his voice a calm counterpoint to the chaos in her mind. "We're going to weigh him down."

Christy's eyes widened as he pulled a duffle bag from the back seat, the clank of metal giving away its contents. "What's in there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic excitement. "Just a little something to make sure our friend here doesn't come back to haunt us," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Christy swallowed hard, her eyes on the bag, the horror of what was happening crashing down on her. The lake looked so peaceful, so serene, the perfect place for a romantic picnic or a quiet evening stroll. Now, it was a dumping ground for the detritus of Y/N's twisted mind.

They approached the water's edge, the detective's body a lifeless weight between them. The water whispered a greeting, the moon's reflection dancing in a grotesque ballet of light and shadow. Y/N's grip on the tarp was tight, his muscles taut with anticipation. Christy felt like she was moving through a nightmare, her body on autopilot as they carried the corpse, now bound in heavy metal chains, to the water.

Y/N's eyes searched hers, his smile a twisted knot of satisfaction. "This is where it ends," he murmured, his voice a serenade of madness. "Our little secret, forever buried."

Christy nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I just want to go home," she whispered, her voice a shaky plea.

Y/N's smile grew colder, his eyes never leaving hers. "But we're not done yet," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise of horrors yet to come. "We have to make sure he doesn't come back."

With a grunt, they heaved the detective's body into the air, the chains attached to the tarp glinting in the moonlight. Christy watched in horror as the body arced through the air, a macabre parody of a lover's embrace. The splash was muffled by the plastic, the water barely disturbed by the heavy weight sinking into its depths.

Y/N's smile was one of grim satisfaction as he watched the chains disappear beneath the surface. He turned to Christy, the coldness in his eyes unsettling. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a snake coiling around her heart. "Let's go to your place. You could use some...comfort."