Secret Lover (Yandere!Claude Faustus x Reader)

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by Words-Of-Fate

by Words-Of-Fate

Chop.

You flinched at each and every sound of the butcher's knife, fearing Claude's silence and what meaning it may hold. You knew he was angry; you'd be a fool not to. It was all your fault, after all, but you thought your plan would work. Ordering him to go out to the market to grab a random list of items you managed to pile together was the only way you could ensure that he would leave the mansion, yet you never realized just how little time it would take him to do so.

How could you have been so foolish? He was Claude Faustus, for crying out loud! Doubting him only led to misery.

He wasn't just your butler, though. At least, not in his eyes. He saw you as far more than his mistress despite you having no feelings for himself. A lack of feelings wasn't enough to stop him. He wanted you and that's all that mattered to him. For as long as he continued to serve you as your butler, he wanted to be the only man you ever saw. You were to be given no other choice than to fall for him.

You thought you could go behind his back. Oh, how foolish of a thought it was, yet it seemed so full of potential in the heat of the moment. There was already a man you knew who struck your fancy. He wasn't of high ranking nor did he have much money, but none of that mattered to you. He was handsome, he was kind and most appealing of all, he wasn't Claude.

Yet the dream came crumbling down just as quickly as it began.

Claude arrived back at the mansion earlier than you would've ever expected and there was no time to hide your secret lover from him. What happened from there? Well, you don't know. He carried you kicking and screaming to the cellar where he locked you inside for what felt like hours until finally coming back for you.

There you sat on the kitchen floor with your hands bound behind your back. Only a few feet ahead of your stood Claude with his back turned to you, chopping up something that was hidden from your view in icy silence.

Chop.

It was driving you insane. You began to think that your heart was now beating in tune with the rhythm

Chop.

Chop.

Chop.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Claude, please. I need you to talk to me," you begged.

Nothing. Just more silence and chopping.

"I order you to speak."

His body noticeably stiffened, but it worked nonetheless. "What would you like, my young mistress?"

"I order you to release me."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that."

"And why is that? That was an order!" you snapped, growing impatient with his games. You'd rather be damned than to continue to allow him to keep you tied up like this.

"Our contract specified that I must keep you safe at all costs which I am doing right now. By keeping you bound, I am ensuring that no filthy man will ever be able to defile you."

You merely scoffed. "So in other words, you just want to keep me all for yourself."

"Only if you wish me to do so, my young mistress."

"You've got some nerve believing that only you are worthy of me. You, a demon of all things! That man before... He loved me - something you can never feel!"

Chop.

It was only at that moment that you realized that you weren't the only one who fell victim to Claude that night.

"Where is he?" you demanded. "Where is he, Claude?"

"There is no need for you to become so distraught, my young mistress," he reassured as he slowly put down the knife. "He is right here."

Ever so slowly, he stepped aside. Your heart plummeted in your chest and your eyes grew wide. The contents within your stomach could no longer stay down at the grisly sight before you.

What Claude had been cutting up was not for a meal he planned on serving. What he blocked from your view were severed limbs; several of them already chopped to bloody bits. Within the mess was a severed head that had been mutilated beyond recognition, yet you didn't need to recognize him to know exactly who it was.

Claude made sure you would never get to be with your lover again.