Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 11

"W-What are you going to do to me?" 

Stiles let out a grumble, reaching for a roll of tape and ripping a piece off. He placed it over the girls lips, shutting off her pleads and mumbles. 

"Get me that rope, would you?" He asked (Y/n), and she nodded in agreement before shuffling across the room. She gathered the heap of rope up into her arms, carrying it over to Stiles and dumping it onto the ground where he motioned her to. 

Over the past weeks, Stiles has been letting her wander around the basement, helping him with little things like cleaning knives and organizing things on the counter. Except today, he'd brought home another girl. This was something new. 

(Y/n) stood back and watched him, the way he strategically held the girl down while fastening her arms and legs to the chair with the rope she'd brought him. She wondered how many times he'd had to do this to be so good at it, but decided she'd rather not dwell on it too much.  

She liked to think of his man as a good one, but deep down she knew he was no good. 

He was a murder, for crying out loud, he'd kidnapped her, but she couldn't seem to focus on that. When she looked at him, all she could see was the soft side of him, not the one that killed. The one that brought her three meals a day, was gentle with her. 

She saw a human being with difficulties, and maybe if she tired hard enough, she could correct the thing everyone else in this world frowned upon. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Stiles' voice suddenly shouted, it making (Y/n) jump slightly. Her eyes flicked to Stiles ever so briefly before moving to rest on the girl tied up on the chair. 

"S-Sorry," She stuttered. "What did you say?" 

He sighed, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants, "I said, can you get me a knife?" 

The girl tied up whimpered loudly, eyes filled with tears as she desperately shook her head at (Y/n). She could tell how terrified this girl was, whole body trembling in the chair while she waiting for her fate. 

(Y/n) shook her head, eyes moving to the ground before nodding, and walking to the back of the room. Stiles had his knives set out on the counter, and she could hardly believe how clean they were. They shone in the light, her fingertips brushing the handles of each one. 

She settled on the simple butchers knife, fingers wrapping around the handle and walking it back over to Stiles. He took it rather forcefully, obviously impatient.  

He walked around to the back of the girl, twisting his free hand into her hair and tugging her head back. She was screaming behind the tape when Stiles rose the knife. He pressed it to her neck, and (Y/n) quickly looked away, eyes glued to her feet. 

The next thing she knew someone was grabbing at her chin, forcing her head back up. Her eyes met Stiles', and he was looking back at her with an eyebrow raised. 

"Nuh-uh," He tutted. "I want you to watch." 

She shook her head, eyes going wide, "N-No, I can't." 

Stiles forced her head in the direction of the chair in front of the two of them, "Yes, you will. Otherwise I'll make sure that she isn't the only one being harmed tonight." 

Her eyes froze on the girl, tears filling them as she watched Stiles bring the knife back to the girls neck. It was if she couldn't bring her eyes to look away anymore, breath hitching when she saw red. 

Stiles slid the knife cleanly over the girls skin, her sobs being cut off almost immediately. He dropped her head, it lulling to the side briefly before rolling back to the middle where her chin rested against her chest. 

(Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut tightly, bowing her head away from the scene. She felt sick to her stomach, knees weak as the scene replayed over and over in her mind. She felt Stiles grab at her upper arm, but she didn't bother opening her eyes when he began to lead her somewhere. 

When she felt her knees bump into something, she finally let her eyes slip open. He'd brought her to the bed, so she obediently climbed onto the mattress, back pressed against the cool wall beside it. She pushed her leg out in his direction, knowing this process now like the back of her hand. 

"C-Can I ask you a question?" She suddenly asked, voice quite and eyes not daring to meet his, instead watching as he wrapped the chain around her ankle. 

He hummed in agreement, "I suppose." 

"How come... How come you haven't, ya'know, hurt me yet? Like you do to those other girls? How come you haven't killed me?" 

"You're different." Was all he said before he clipped the lock onto the chain and stood again, shoving the key to the lock on her ankle into his pocket. 

She watched as he took a blanket from a heap on the floor and draped it over the dead girls body before walking towards the stairs. When she heard the basement door open and close, it being locked, she finally let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. 

Slowly, she pushed her body down until she was lying on the stiff mattress. Her eyes locked on the body only a few feet away from her, gaze lingering there for a moment before she screwed her eyes shut and moved herself so she was facing the wall instead. 

It was going to be a long night.