Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

90.) Schism

"You won't be needing this little guy," he said with a mockingly playful tone, positioning the shears over her left ring finger. His lips curled into a smug smile, as if what he was about to do was a game to him. A game he had already won.

"No- no, please, Yuuto!" she sobbed, twisting her hand as much as the restraints would allow. She kicked against the chair, her back arching as she tried desperately to free herself. But his grip was unyielding, his strength far greater than hers.

The cold blades pressed against the base of her ring finger, the sharp metal digging into her skin. She gasped, her body writhing with panic, but Yuuto remained steady, ignoring her pitiful attempts to fight him off.

"You'd think this would get easier the second time," he mused, squeezing the handles together.

The first clamp sent a jolt of familiar pain shooting through her hand, just as agonizing as before. She let out a scream, the raw sound tearing from her throat as the blades bit deep into her skin and muscle. The pressure was unbearable, the sensation of metal grinding into bone making her stomach twist in revulsion.

The world around her spun violently, her vision going in and out of focus. She felt hot and cold all at once, her skin clammy with sweat, her heart hammering in her chest like it was trying to escape her ribs. She could hear her own blood rushing in her ears, loud and suffocating, drowning out every other sound.

"Stay with me," Yuuto whispered mockingly, his grin widening as he adjusted his grip on the shears.

(Y/n) thrashed harder, her body jerking against the restraints with every ounce of strength she had left. But it wasn't enough. The leather straps held tight, cutting into her wrists and ankles as she struggled.

With a grunt, Yuuto squeezed the handles again. The blades crunched through bone this time, the sickening sound sending waves of nausea through her body. She cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming, her mind slipping closer to the edge of unconsciousness once more.

And then, with a final snap, the finger severed completely.

(Y/n) gasped, her body convulsing as the detached digit hit the floor with a soft, wet thud. The sound of it, the way her finger lay on the cold metal floor, lifeless and wrong, sent a new wave of terror through her.

Blood streamed from the fresh wound, dripping steadily onto the ground and adding to the growing pool beneath her. The sticky warmth coated her hand and wrist, the sensation both horrifying and surreal. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse erratic, her mind reeling from the trauma.

Yuuto stood back, admiring his work with a satisfied smile. He gave the severed finger a light nudge with his shoe, watching as it rolled slightly, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

"See? Two tries," he said with a smirk, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "I'm getting better at this."

Though, when he looked at her face, he groaned as (Y/n) slumped forward in the chair, her body going limp. Her head lolled to the side, her breath shallow and uneven.

"Of course," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "Women can never handle anything."

He let out a long, exasperated sigh and placed the bloodied bone shears on the counter, far away from her. For a moment, he simply stood there, looking down at her unconscious form with mild amusement. Vulnerable, defenseless, and utterly at his mercy.

"Now to clean up the mess you made."