Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

120.) Coup de grâce

(Y/n) was finally alone in the dining room, but the silence felt heavier than anything she had ever known. The chaotic noise of the past hours - the shouting, the gunshots, the brutal struggle - was gone, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. She couldn't hear Keiji's manic humming or Yuuto's angry muttering anymore. The only sound was the faint drip of blood from Asahi's body, a slow, rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo in the silence.

Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the aftermath of the madness. Shattered plates lay scattered across the floor, the remnants of a meal that would never be eaten. Broken glass glistened in the dim light like sharp little stars scattered across the floor. The once-pristine white tablecloth was stained with dark streaks of blood. Her throat tightened, bile rising in her chest, but she fought it back. This wasn't the time to crumble.

She shifted in her seat, her body trembling with both fear and exhaustion, but the ropes binding her to the chair were still tight. Her wrists burned where the rope had bitten into her skin, and her hands, already bloodied from her earlier struggle, were stiff and swollen. She tipped the chair back carefully, inching it toward the floor. The movement was slow, agonizing, but she had no other choice. She needed to get out. She needed to break free.

With a sudden clatter, the chair fell over, dragging her down with it. The impact sent a shock of pain through her skull, and she gasped, her vision swimming for a moment as stars exploded in front of her eyes. But she forced herself to push through it. The pain in her head was nothing compared to the cold, calculating fear that gnawed at her insides. The blood from her scalp trickled down, but she ignored it, focusing only on the task at hand.

Her arms were still bound, and with a quick, sharp intake of breath, she moved her hands, desperately feeling around her on the ground. Glass shards. Broken dishes. The floor was a minefield of debris, but she kept reaching, her hands trembling as she dug through the shards, the edges of broken plate pieces cutting into her skin. Her right hand was already in agony from the missing index finger, and each sharp edge made her wince, but she couldn't stop now. She couldn't let herself be helpless any longer.

Then, she felt it.

Her fingers closed around something cool and sharp, and her heart skipped a beat. A glass shard. She could feel it biting into her palm, the sharp edges drawing blood, but it was the only thing she had. She gripped it tightly, feeling its weight in her hand, and set to work. She pressed it against the ropes that had been tightly tied around her wrists, trying to saw through them. The jagged shard felt awkward in her grip, its edges cutting into her palms, but she kept moving, each tug on the ropes a small victory.

The pain in her hands was unbearable, the blood trickling down to her wrist as she fought to break free. Her muscles burned from the effort, her mind reeling from the events of the night. Her stomach was a tight knot of fear, but she refused to give up. The ropes were tight, the knots stubborn, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the rope snap. Her right hand was free. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and then immediately reached for the next knot. She was so close. One more restraint to go. Her hands shook, the glass shard slick with her blood, but she continued, gritting her teeth as she worked through the last of it.

The final knot gave way with a satisfying snap.

She was free.

For a moment, she just sat there on the floor, panting heavily. Her body was on fire, every muscle screamed in protest from the strain, but she couldn't waste time. She had to move. She could get to their garage. Steal the car keys, get the hell out of here, and save Emi. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get revenge tonight - maybe the anger that burned through her was nothing compared to the pain of everything she had just witnessed - but she could leave. She could get them both out.