Yandere Grell x Male!Reader

Cleaning up

You woke up to just about your whole body throbbing in pain, your wrists still tied up from this morning. Judging by the sunlight being much more dim, it was probably later in the afternoon. You were still shirtless, but your pants were put back on and the blood and semen had been cleaned off of you. You were propped up slightly to the point where you could you could easily sit up without having to use your arms. Even pulling yourself yourself up sent shooting pains through you body, grunting as you did so. You looked around, Grell was nowhere to be found. Not even a note was left for you this time, it was obvious why she didn't leave a meal; you had no hands available to eat it. She had probably gone to work, quite possibly doing yours too as she had done before when you first came here. Unless she was still pissed at you, and for good reason. But you had a pretty damn good reason to be pissed too, she- you shivered, it repulsed you to think about what she had done. Your body ached and smelled, only making the pain worse as you suddenly flinched at the loud noise of the front door being swung open. "I'm home my love~!!" She chimed, obviously having returned to her playful state, or it could've just been her acting. You've given up trying to decipher between the two. You heard the door unlock from the outside, then swing open as she grinned at you in the doorway. "Sorry to keep you waiting for such a long time, my dear~. I was almost late for work, though that could've been prevented.." she growled a bit at the last part, then her tone lightened a bit as she walked towards you. "Well, I can't stay too mad at you, seeing as you have such an adorable face too look at, and quite the body to match~" she leaned in next to you, kissing your cheek as you ached too much to pull away. She huffed at your current state, seemingly upset as her facial expression turned soft, almost sympathetic. "Sweetheart you must be aching so badly, perhaps a nice, warm bath may help.. Not to mention your horrid smell." You opened your mouth to object, but before you could she had already lifted you easily into her arms, carrying you bridal style to the master bathroom. "Grell, please put me down." Your voice came out soft, weak from all the yelling earlier. It was barely audible, and besides, it's not like you were able to walk on your own right now. In the bathroom was- holy shit, you had to take a moment to look at how nice everything was. There were two mirrors, a marble countertop with indentions to form the bottoms of the two sinks, where makeup was strewn about (which was quite an expensive amount due to how costly makeup is). Below was a dark wooden section with drawers and cabinets, matching the nightstands next to the bed. All the handles (including those on the nightstands, the shower, the bathtub, and all the faucets) were a rose gold color, surprisingly not red for once. The bathtub, just like everything else, was clean almost as if it was expecting you. You were placed on the side of the bathtub, which was built into the floor and the wall opposite of the counter. She knelt beside the tub and prepared the bath water, then let it run as the water became warm. Surprisingly, she untied your restraints, examining just how bad the marks were. And damn, they were bad. Parts of the rope had blood on it, and some dried blood on your wrists to match. She chuckled slightly and kissed your wrists, then pet your head regardless of you ducking away from her touches. "My dear, you have such an odd way of showing your love for me, but I must admit you are adorable when you're in fear~." You looked at her, your eyes widening. You didn't know what to fear more; the fact that she was still clinging to the (false) idea that you loved her, or that she was turned on by seeing you in fear. She then turned the water off and pulled down your pants before you could object to it, but caught her hand right before she picked you up. "I-I can wash myself, just give me some privacy." She looked at you confused, then giggled a little at your response. "No, darling. Can't you see; you can hardly walk on your own! You poor, sweet thing... and don't you dare even think about trying to resist this time." She lifted you up, growling as you flinched against her touch before placing you gently in the water. You could tell already what her expression was as you felt her eyes pierce through you, connecting with yours and rubbing her fingers over your injured wrists. "I'm deadly serious, sweetheart." Her touches made you want to vomit or grab at her, scratch her, punch her, do the same thing she had done to you and you honestly couldn't pick between the two. So you just sat there, your rage and repulsion of her sitting and churning in your stomach, urging you to escape as she rambled. She talked about her co-workers for a short while while washing you, then stopped for a moment as she turned to you. "Darling, you're being so awfully quiet, It would be so lovely to hear your voice. Tell me, what-" you cut her off as you mustered your voice enough to spit out; "Didn't you hear enough of it this morning?" She made a noise of shock, taking a sharp inhale and slapping you across the unmarked side of your face. "You brat!! How dare you-" you held your cheek, wincing in pain as she huffed and composed herself. She gripped your jaw, forcing you to face her and preventing you from cutting her off. "Well, my sweet thing, it was very lovely seeing you in such pleasure, I would've hoped that by now you've realized your resistance only further excites me~. I guess it's just your way of showing me how much you really need it, and perhaps this is your way of begging for more.." she let out a dark chuckle, but didn't make any further movements, which put you slightly at ease. "And as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, tell me sweetheart, what do you do in your free time? Perhaps I can make your stay more comfortable by giving you something to do other than waiting around and paperwork." She carefully released your jaw as you sighed and prepared your answer. Why was she asking you something she probably already knew anyway? You didn't even do much other than sit around and sleep anyway, but the situation you were in made those activities all the more terrifying. "I don't even do anything.. other than sleep." She looked displeased with your answer, but accepted it as she continued washing you. "You might want to watch your mouth and your tone, sweetheart, you know what happens when I'm angry. Just look at yourself, all bruised and battered. But alas, that's just love, my dear~." You eyebrows furrowed at this; 'watch your shit' there's no way you're watching anything! Although, it was now made perfectly clear to you that she wasn't afraid to hurt you in any way, if anything it turned her on. She could kill you if she wanted to, and now you knew that damn well. She was short-tempered and impulsive, with claws for nails and a shark's mouth; a horrid combination. Plus as you had heard from when you were first introduced she had an A average, acing the practical technique course. She could kill you in any way she wanted, and with flawless execution of that plan. You became increasingly fearful of her, your train of thought being cut off as she lifted you up and wrapped you in a towel, shivering at both the sudden cold air hitting your skin and yet another display of her strength. She gently placed you on the bed, grinning and kissing you out of nowhere. You had no time to react, but you pulled back, pushing away from her. Luckily, she let go, then walked to the closet. You assumed she was changing, but was shocked to see her come out with a set of comfortable clothes for you, placing them in front of you after she had changed. "Here, these should be comfortable for tonight, perhaps I should invest in some more clothes for you, hm?" You took the clothes, without saying a word and headed to the bathroom to change, only to hear Grell ramble from the bed through the door; "Oh my darling you and your obsession with privacy.. There's no need to be shy, sweetheart, it's not like there's anything I haven't seen~" You shook and damn near vomited, but held it down. You hated that she's seen all of you, and shoving it in your face at every given opportunity only made you even more uneasy. You opened the door and walked slowly back to the bed, then was suddenly pulled into a spooning position with her. She held you tightly, planting kisses all over your cheek before whispering "I love you so much, (y/n). My sweet boy~" She kissed the top of your head and yawned, seeming to go to sleep quite easily with you trapped in her arms. Despite your nap earlier, not to mention the slap in the face, you still felt tired. You tried to escape her grip, but it only tightened as you tried to slip away. So you waited a while, your eyes slowly becoming heavy, and drifting off to sleep yet again.