Festered Lulluby: A Jerome Valeska Fanfic

#18- Living

I inhaled sharply and tapped on our bedroom door. There was no reply, but I decided to enter anyway. The room was eerie and silent and dark.

I stood by the half opened door, unsure of what to do. I knew what I did was uncalled for and Jerome was not one to take a beating having not given a punishment to the person  afterwards. He made that clear after killing his mom.

Be assertive.
No, submit.

"You guys are supposed to agree and help me with this sort of stuff." I hissed at them, still no movement.

I'm you're Jerome advisor. I know what Jerome likes. Submit, hotness. He'll go easy on you.

"J-" I started, but didn't get another word out when the door closed and the lights flicked on, revealing Jerome at the door. I felt a twinge of pain in my wrist as he twisted it around to pin me to the wall. His hand held my neck to the wall as I struggled to breathe.

I held myself together, soaking in the pain which surprisingly kinda felt good. Was that weird?

Oh great, now you're a masochist.
Perfect. Fake Jerome cooed seductively.

"Don't you ever hurt me ever again, or I'll do more than hold a hand to your neck." He looked at me angrily as he tightened his grip and then suddenly his body relaxed. He let go and unexpectedly held me close to him. "You know I have to do this. I give an inch, you'll take a mile. Basic psychology, dollface. You'll get it in time. I really don't like marking you up, so let's not make a habit of this."

God I'm messed up.

"In every perfect way." I whispered.

"Huh?" Jerome asked.

I leaned away from him and smiled, catching him off guard. If it's one thing he taught me, it was to always smile- it confuses people.

"You're so messed up." I admitted to him, then seductively cooed in his ear, "In every. Perfect. Way."

He didn't say a word except look at me blankly. He probably expected me to burst in tears or maybe shake so hard that I'd fall to the floor. Too bad he wouldn't get that from me, not anymore.

"I deserve much worse." I cooed as he looked at me with awe. Then my face turned sad as I shook my head. "I can't believe I hit you like that. He just- he called Barbara a bitch and I-"

"The voice in your head?"

"One of the two. He says he's my Jerome advisor." I admitted sheepishly, almost embarrassed to admit such an odd thing.

"I'm flattered. Does he sound like me? What is he telling you now?" Jerome stroked where he strangled my neck, my flesh sensitive to the touch.

"He says I should submit. What do you think?" I smirked and ran a hand down his stomach and to his jean waistband.

"I think," Jerome started to unbutton my shirt while he spoke. "He is a very wise guy. You should listen to him." There was a moment of silence before he added, "You really are everything I hoped for. I spent years wondering what you were like, but this... this exceeded my expectations. My girl." My shirt fell to the floor as he traced my bra line. "But don't go confusing him with the real me. Remember, it's all in that pretty little head of yours, but don't let them get into your head. Got me?"

I nodded as I unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to join my shirt on the floor.

(:NOPEEKING!:)