You're Mine | A Yandere Story

Three

[this chapter contains mature scenes]

Her skin is so soft in my hands. Her voice is so sweet, yet so demanding. How could I refuse her? My hands traveled up her thighs, lifting her skirt. A lace thong - she was so naughty. I tsked, now she would have to be punished. Teasingly, I lowered my head and -

"Tyler!" I jumped at the sound of my name and looked in the direction of the voice. It was the red-haired boy I usually saw hanging around Elise. I hated him.

"Class is over," he said, slinging his school bag over his shoulder.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled, gathering my things. As I stood to leave, the teacher called my name.

"Could you take these supplies to the art room?" She asked, handing me a cardboard box full of crayons, paper, scissors, and other art supplies.

"Sure," I agreed unwillingly, considering she probably wouldn't take no as an answer. I took the box in my arms and began to make my way to the art room. About halfway there, I was stopped yet again.

"Tyler!" I turned to see a girl run up to me.

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Can I talk to you about something?" She asked, nervously twirling the end of one of her braids.

"I have to take this box to the art room," I deadpanned.

"I'll come along," she chirped. Sighing, I began waking, this time followed by some annoying girl I didn't know.

"So, what's your name?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, Rosemary, but my friends call me Rose," the girl chirped.

"Uh huh," I hummed, reaching the door of the art room, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Rose's face reddened, "Um, well, I was wondering if you'd like to, uh, go out sometime?"

I opened the art room door and gestured for Rose to step inside. Annoyance bubbled up inside me. How could she ask me such a ridiculous question when my heart belonged to Elise!?

I set the box of supplies on one of the art tables before grabbing a pair of scissors and tucking them into my waistband. A smirk formed on my lips as I shut the art room door.

"Tyler?" Rose asked, her voice wavering.

"Rose," I said, letting the word roll off my tongue. Slowly, I made my way over to Rose and bent down to her level.

"T-Tyler, what're you-?" She squeaked. I could hear her thrumming heartbeat.

"Shh," I hushed her, my eyes locked on her vulnerable throat. I placed one hand on her lower back and used the other to pull the scissor out of my waistband.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, my lips grazing her ear lobe. Rose did as she was told, such a good girl. I readied my hand, adjusting the scissor so it would cut just right.

Deep breath in and - slice!

Rose's body fell heavily into my hands. I grimaced at the blood spurting so eagerly from her throat. It was pathetic how easily she had died. Luckily, there was a kiln in the art room.

I carried Rose bridal style to the kiln.

"Oh, and if you hadn't guessed, the answer to your question is no. I can't have other girls getting in the way if my relationship with Elise," I said before tossing her into the kiln. Quickly, I gathered the scissors,  stripped, then tossed the scissors and my clothes into the kiln.

I walked over to one of the sinks and began to wash the blood off of my body. The water was so cold on my hot skin. I shivered at the pleasure of it.

Although I was dripping, I didn't bother with clothes as I reached for the mop in the supply closet and began mopping up the sticky blood. Once I finished with the mop, I tossed it in the kiln and started it.

I found old art shirts and work pants in another closet. Quickly, I dressed myself and left the building. Since Elise wasn't in any clubs or sports, it wasn't long before she left the building. I made sure she was safely home before making my way home.