Yandere Grell x Male!Reader

Getting used to it

Even though you've just gotten back into this hell hole, you were already loosing track of the days and how long you've been here. You wounds are slowly healing, which Grell has also noticed as her punishments have been becoming increasingly harsh each time you disobeyed her. At first she would just slap you, or grab you by your hair and force you to look at her while she yelled at you, but now it escalated to her scratching you with her razor-sharp nails, and on occasions where it applies, instead of just grabbing your head and yelling, she'd slam it into the wall too, or any hard surface near her. Punching wasn't an uncommon punishment either, but luckily so far you haven't been humiliated yet. Yet. All she really made you do so far is menial tasks; cleaning, organizing things, the like. You were never allowed to leave the room, and as she had stated, you were always under her supervision. Except for the few times when she left. She would leave after you fell asleep sometimes, with no particular schedule you could try to keep track of. You assumed she was buying groceries, as you could hear her footsteps in the kitchen and bags being rummaged through, cabinets opening, etc. As of now, she looked down at you with a smile on her face while you both sat on the floor of the bathroom, her hands laid out on the edge of the bathtub while you painted her nails bright red, matching just about everything else she owned. You glanced up at her, still feeling her eyes on you, then quickly looked back down at what you were doing. "They look wonderful so far, my love. Keep going~" She kissed the top of your head, then your cheek as she reassured you. You treasured the silence, you wished she would just leave you alone. As she had previously instructed, you worked slowly, trying not to get it on her skin, though you considered 'accidentally' spilling the nail polish on the floor. But, seeing as you were right next to the bathtub, it wouldn't be wise if she decided to bash your head against it. You tried to zone out, ignore her presence, but that seemed impossible as she gazed at you lovingly; staring with that stupid smitten look on her face. Quickly enough, you were done, taking your hands away from hers while she examined your work. "Very good, love! We'll wait a while before we do the clear coat, so you can take a break for now." You stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting with your back to her as you always did when she gave you time to yourself. There wasn't really much else for you to do, since you couldn't go out anywhere or look around the house. "Sweetheart, I'll admit, the cold shoulder is cute at times, but I would appreciate it if you would speak every once in a while." She called from the bathroom, you knew both by your ability to pick apart her words and her tone that it was an order. "There's not much to talk about, Grell." You could hear fabric sifting, but could tell she didn't stand up. "Excuse me? You're lucky my nails aren't done drying yet love, would you like to try that again before I make you redo them?" You could hear the threat in her voice, but at this point you really didn't care about her punishment. You stayed silent, but that didn't stop your body from becoming nervous as you heard her rise up, walking slowly towards you. As you refused to move, in a swift movement, she grabbed your throat, forcing the upper half of your body down on the bed, looking up at her to try to show her you didn't fear her anymore. But that's probably the worst lie you could tell yourself, as your body shook under her grip. "I know you still fear me, love. Your acting skill can be quite pathetic, and I would've thought I broke your spirit by now. It's cute but, you know just how deadly serious I can be, don't you, my love~? I miss how you were so submissive and kind for such a short while, but you were only really doing that just for a chance at escape, weren't you? Can't you see that it's better here? My love, you're never leaving, you know you're mine. I'll find that side of you again one way or the other. It's up to you how bad this will hurt, love. You know you love me, it would be so much easier if you accepted it whole-heartedly~" She kissed your forehead, then looked at her nails, a shocked expression coming across her face as the polish didn't come off at all. "Hm, dry already? Well, looks like it's time for you to continue, love." She walked back to the bathroom as if nothing was wrong, sitting down, and you could feel her glare in the back of your head as you sat up, but didn't go to her. "Must I put you in a collar and leash, darling? Come here, or you'll only make things worse for yourself." Your stomach churned at the mere thought of it, just when you thought you were safe from humiliation for a while. You walked back over to her, and sat down as she placed the clear nail polish next to the red one. "That's more like it, love. Are you clear on what I've said earlier?" You nodded, before she could reprimand you, you quickly added a "yes, madame" to your reply. She gave you a small look of disapproval, but it quickly washed away as she kissed your forehead. "Not quite my preference, but we'll work on that. Answer faster next time, just skip the nodding. Eye contact when you speak. Next time you forget, you can guarantee that I'll be more physical with your punishment. Understood?" You  stopped what you were doing, looked up at her, and repeated your previous statement. She looked more satisfied, kissing your head again. "Good boy. And next time, smile. I haven't seen it in such a long while, my love." You gave her another "yes, madame" and continued painting her nails, still without smiling. You could feel her hold herself back, just letting you get by with it as she didn't feel like wasting her breath again.