The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 46 - (The Sleep)

The weight of Damian's body pressing into the mattress beside me was suffocating. He had insisted that we sleep in the same bed tonight, saying something about wanting to "keep me safe." As if he wasn't the very thing I needed protection from.

I lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. Every breath felt shallow, every muscle in my body tensed. I could feel his presence beside me, his arm draped casually over my waist, as if we were just another couple in love.

As if everything was normal.

But nothing about this was normal.

Damian shifted slightly, his breath slow and even, a clear sign that he had already drifted off to sleep. His grip on me, though gentle, felt like a chain keeping me locked in place. I didn't dare move. I couldn't risk waking him.

How did I get here?

The question repeated itself in my mind, a constant, torturous echo. I thought back to the person I used to be before Damian. Someone with dreams, someone with freedom. It felt like a lifetime ago, like that girl no longer existed.

I shifted my gaze toward him, careful not to make any sudden movements. His face was relaxed, peaceful even, and for a fleeting moment, it was hard to reconcile this version of him with the man who had destroyed my life. How could someone who claimed to love me so deeply also be the one to take everything away?

I tried to slow my breathing, to stop my heart from racing. But the truth was, I was terrified. Not just of Damian, but of the way he saw the world, the way he saw me.

He truly believed that this was what a relationship was supposed to be. In his mind, I was his, and nothing I said or did would ever change that.

How long do I have to pretend?

How long until I break?

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. Everything felt still, yet the storm of panic inside me was raging. I wanted to scream, to cry, to fight—but I knew I couldn't. I had to play along, at least for now. I had to survive.

A small part of me wondered if there was any way to convince him to let me go. If I played the part long enough, if I said the right things... would he eventually release me? Or would I just be sinking deeper into his delusions?

I could feel his breath against the back of my neck, soft and rhythmic. It was unsettling how calm he was, how easy it seemed for him to fall asleep while I lay there, paralyzed with fear.

What does he think this is?

The answer was clear. In his twisted mind, this was love. A relationship. A life he had carefully crafted for us, one where I had no say, no escape.

His arm tightened around my waist, as if sensing my thoughts. I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm, to not flinch.

"Don't leave me," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with a deep, possessive longing.

His grip loosened again, and I listened to his breathing, wondering what went on in his head. How did someone get to this point? How could he justify everything he'd done? The worst part was, I didn't think he even saw it as wrong. He didn't see himself as a monster. To him, he was the hero of this story—my savior.

I waited until I was sure he was completely asleep before allowing myself to breathe more freely. Every part of me screamed to get up, to run. But where would I go? The house was locked, and Damian had eyes everywhere. Even if I made it out, he would find me. He always found me.

Tears stung my eyes, but I swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't help. Nothing would help unless I found a way to get out of this. But for now, I had to stay. I had to be smart, careful. Pretending was the only way I'd survive.

Damian stirred beside me, his arm slipping slightly off my waist, and I took that as a small mercy. His warmth was too much, his closeness overwhelming.

What am I going to do?

The question weighed heavy in my mind, but the answer was still out of reach. I couldn't see a way out, but I knew one thing for certain—I wasn't going to let him win. No matter how long it took, no matter how hopeless it seemed, I would find a way to escape. I had to.

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to breathe evenly, trying to mimic sleep. Tomorrow would be another day of playing the part, of pretending everything was okay. But tonight, as Damian's presence pressed in on me, I allowed myself one final thought before drifting into a restless, uneasy slumber.

I will get out of this. One way or another.