Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Sanity

"What's going on here?!" a deep voice shouted in confusion while footsteps approached us.

With a smirk on my face I faced the door, faced the person running towards us as I wiped the blood around my mouth off of my shoulder.

The tall figure came closer and closer, his body shape slowly coming in sight, revealing that he was well-built and very tall. Once I realized that he was wearing a tight uniform and actually saw his dark, short haircut and sharp face, I figured out who was coming for us.

What is he doing here..

"Help me!!" the female yelled.

He drew his weapon and continued running towards us - no, towards me. I immediately dropped my anger in return, knowing that those quinques could easily kill me and that.. I didn't want to die. Not right now and at least not by the hand of my former friend and.. Co-worker.

Amon.. His department used to be somewhere else.. Why is he here.

As soon as he realized who I was, he stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brows in even more confusion.

It was easy to see that he was not expecting me here and not expecting me to hurt someone.

Maybe he didn't even know about me being a ghoul yet..

One of his hands ran through his hair as he began shaking his head, probably because of the huge pool of blood behind me.

"Kill her!" the female shouted.

Hearing such a weakling calling out for someone to kill me was quite pleasing - someone was finally scared of me for once, someone feared I could kill them. A smirk gave my motifs away and my eyes slowly wandered to her body that was covered in blood of someone else.

"I could use another snack.." I growled.

Her reaction was priceless. She screamed even louder and tried to struggle away but she was in too much pain and shock to move properly. As I turned my body towards her, completely blotting out that Amon was still standing there and ready to kill me, her eyes filled with tears. The wet mixture of blood and tears running down her cheek, leaving nicely visible traces, made me feel powerful. Only being here, only my presence had an effect on her, I didn't do anything beside grinning and watching her while she was going insane. Even though my hands were cuffed, she was terrified of me.

A conflict inside of my head was starting to form. An internal conflict. Part of me really wanted to ravish her, to destroy her until all that was left would be her clothes but on the other hand. I knew that was wrong. I knew it was wrong to take my anger, my frustration, and all my mixed emotions out on someone that didn't harm me in any way.