Not So Over You (A BajanCanadian x Reader)

Chapter 19.5

*mature language warning*

A/N: This is just filled text, which is why I don't considerate it a real, complete chapter.

No, NO, NO FUCK!

This cannot be happening. I will not allow it! I punch the small lamp with a blue bulb, shattering the only source of light in the dark area. I huff and stomp over to the cabinet to grab another.

Unpatiently, I screw a new blue bulb in and flick the switch.

I'm pacing around the basement, my previous black sunglasses laying limp on the cold and pale blue tarp.

This isn't how it's supposed to go, no!

She's not supposed to be with him. God, everything was going so well.

God, my life is on the line here, she can't be falling in love with him right? That's right. They just met basically.

My fingers are fiercely gripping the hair at the left side of my head now, pulling and yanking out hairs, only for blood stained strands to coat my hands. I won't lie, it's incredibly painful but I like pain.

Always have.

The idea of blood leaking out of a flesh body wound and it's warm texture spilling from bright red organs is too much for me. I could get myself off to just the thought of it.

My eyes are bloodshot, my finger nails are lop-sided and unevenly trimmed due to me scraping at the hard wood table, and my clothes are stretching because I can't keep my hands calm.

But I bet they have pictures, what if she invites him over and he sees the pictures. God, I'm an idiot. I've been trying hard to keep myself contained but it's just not working.

Fuck it, I need more pills.

I rush over to the top drawer and frantically search for my blue medication; throwing and tossing anything in my way.

Where are the damn things?!?!

Whatever! I slam the draw shut.

You know what I need? I think to myself.

Jesus? the voice in my head says.

"SHUT UP, BASTARD!" I yell to myself. I hear a groan behind me.

Shit, she's waking up.

I quickly tap the chip implanted on the back of my neck and test the effects.

I feel my cheekbones loosen and my eyebrows thicken. My jawline slims and sprouts of hair form on my upper lip. My nose begins to shape its self to fit its description, while my lashes shorten. "I'm Shawn" I utter in a low ruggly voice. Perfect. I quickly snag my sunglasses and fluff up my short quiffed hair.

"Where am I?" the small voice in the darkness mumbles.

I flip another switch and it casts a spotlight on my subject.

Poor Klarissa. Shackled by her wrists upright on a metal lab table with chained cuffs. Ankles bound with the same tough material, and a tight wool strap  laced around her abdomen, getting tighter with every struggle. A dog collar is restraining her neck in a stiff position; complimenting the two red pigtails I gave her. I would've left the redhead's hair down, but pigtails are eaiser to viciously yank. While her face....is bloody to say the least.

Her right eye is a dull purple that is completely swollen shut, dripping with blood. Her left is only black, but is also swollen and is half open. Her lip is busted and has an open cut, that is a bright pink. Her chin is completley slashed with red cuts all over. How lovely work I have done.

"Im not gonna rush into details but you're dying, slowly, just the way I like" I say with a slight toothy grin.

"W-wh-w-wh-" she mumbles but with failure because of her largely swollen lips. "Shawn I l-"

I cut her off. "Honey, the Shawn you think you know doesn't love you. But this Shawn..." I begin.

I then press the chip on the back of my neck again. Reseting my personal features, I walk closer to her and remove my glasses.

"Is only a decoy". My long blonde hair flows over my shoulders and I run my hand through it, only to reach out to Klarissa.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer" I finish with a smile.

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MUCH LUV

- JB <3