Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 20

Christy's eyes searched his, the fear in her heart a pounding drum. She knew what he was asking, the implication heavy in his tone. "Y-yes," she stammered, her voice a trembling thread. "I...I could use that."

Y/N's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a sinister excitement. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. "Good," he murmured, his voice a silky promise. "Let's go home."

The drive to Christy's apartment was a tense silence, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the distant wail of a siren, a mournful echo of their crime. Y/N's hand remained on her, a constant reminder of his control. Christy's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, her mind racing with the fear of what was to come.

When they arrived, Y/N took the lead, his movements calculated and confident as he guided her into the elevator. The doors closed with a final thud, trapping them in a steel cage with their secrets. The ride up to her floor felt like an eternity, each floor number a step closer to a fate she wasn't sure she wanted to face.

Christy's apartment was a rough contrast to the opulence of Y/N's penthouse, but it was her sanctuary, a place where she felt safe and in control. Until now. The moment they stepped inside, she felt the walls closing in on her, the air thick with the scent of fear and the memory of the detective's blood.

Y/N moved with the grace of a predator, shedding his bloody clothes and tossing them into the corner. "Why don't you pick some music?" he suggested, his voice smooth as silk. "Something to help us unwind."

Christy nodded mechanically, her eyes never leaving the Y/N. She walked over to the stereo, her hands shaking as she rifled through her collection of CDs. She settled on something soothing, a classical piece she hoped would dull the screaming in her mind.

Y/N watched her for a moment, his eyes gleaming with a malicious pleasure. He picked up the phone, and dialed Evelyn's number, his eyes never leaving Christy.

"Evelyn," Y/N said into the phone, his voice deceptively calm. "It's been a while. I hope you're not still upset about our little...misunderstanding." His eyes never left Christy, his smile a knife edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

Christy busied herself with the stereo, trying to ignore the one-sided conversation that was playing out in her living room. The classical music swelled, filling the space with a melody that seemed to mock the horror that had taken up residence in her life. She felt like a puppet, her strings pulled by Y/N's twisted narrative.

Y/N's voice was smooth, almost soothing as he spoke into the phone. "I know you're just confused, darling," he cooed. "But everything's going to be alright. We'll work it out, just you and me."

Christy's heart raced as she turned up the volume of the classical music, trying to drown out the sound of Y/N's manipulation. She couldn't believe he was calling Evelyn, bringing her into this twisted game of cat and mouse. She knew that if she didn't find a way to get out, she would be the next to end up in the lake.

Finally, he hung up the phone, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're trembling," he said, his voice a gentle reprimand. He walked over to her, his feet silent on the plush carpet. "Let me take care of you."

Christy's eyes searched his, the fear in her heart a tangible thing. "What do you mean?" she whispered.

Y/N's smile grew colder, his eyes never leaving hers. "You've been through so much tonight," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "You need to relax."

Christy's eyes searched his, the fear in her heart a pulsing beacon. "I'm not sure I can," she whispered.

Y/N's smile was cold, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let me," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently massage her shoulders from behind her. His touch was firm, his thumbs pressing into the knots of tension that had formed there. Christy's body tensed, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each more terrifying than the last.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice tight with fear.

"Just helping you relax," he murmured, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. "You've had quite the evening, haven't you?"

Christy flinched at his touch, but she didn't pull away. "I just want it to be over," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. The music swelled around them, a symphony of strings and woodwinds that seemed to underscore the tension in the room.

Y/N's hands paused for a moment, his smile fading. "I can make it happen," he murmured, his voice a promise of something dark and dangerous. "I can end this nightmare for you."

Christy's eyes widened in horror as she felt his hands tighten around her neck, the air leaving her lungs in a choking gasp. She tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron, unyielding and unforgiving. "P-please," she choked out, her hands clawing at his arms.

Y/N's smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Shh," he murmured, his voice a serene counterpoint to the chaos in the room. "It'll all be over soon." His forearm pressed harder into her neck, the pressure increasing until she felt her vision begin to fade.

Christy's eyes fluttered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "P-please," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N's grip on her neck hardened slightly, his forearm pressing into the soft flesh of her throat. "Shh," he murmured, his voice a seductive lullaby. "I'm sorry you had to see that side of me.

Christy's eyes bulged, her nails digging into his arms as she desperately fought for air. The world around her grew darker, the music fading into a distant hum as her body begged for oxygen.

Y/N's grip tightened, his smile never faltering, his eyes gleaming with a cold satisfaction. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice a gentle lie. "You're just...going to sleep."

Christy's legs gave out, her body a limp ragdoll in his arms. The music swelled, the crescendo of the violins a mournful echo of her fading life.

Y/N's eyes remained on her, watching the light of fear and panic slowly dim until all that was left was the cold, emotionless stare of death. His grip loosened, his hands dropping to his sides as he let her body crumple to the couch.

He took a deep breath, the scent of her perfume mixed with the metallic tang of fear a bittersweet reminder of what had just transpired. A twinge of sadness pierced his heart, but it was quickly drowned by the soothing relief that there was one less witness to his crimes.