Female yanderes x shy male neko reader

Yandere Cheater

I didn't find out about her banging my best friend until we were a good few months into our relationship. I had gone over to her house to check up on her, seeing as she had been sick the past few days, or so I thought. She had given me keys to her house, so I entered without knocking. I called her name, but she didn't answer. So, I searched the house. That's when I saw them copulating in her bedroom through a crack in the door. So I took my own keys which I had given her from her coat pocket, replaced them with the ones she had given me, and left the house. I then picked the lock to lock it again.

I walked silently home, listening to the loud, blaring noise of cars, the incessant, drowning sound of people talking, and a plethora of other urban frequencies. I entered my abode, locked the door behind me, and made myself a cup of black coffee. While others would drink to the point of ruining their liver, and others would cry in their bed, I simply sat at the dinner table, drinking my coffee and watching the news.

I wasn't particularly paying attention to the news at all. I just enjoyed the fact it was cutting through the silence. I opened the book I was reading to the chapter I had left it at, and read away the hours. I was enjoying myself. Treating myself. I thought I deserved it after the revelation of my partner's infidelity. While I did support free will over one's sexual life, and believed in polyamory, I thought it was only decent to inform your partner of it. That was the bit I didn't like about this whole affair, as well as the lie about her being sick.

I turned off the news and close my book, the clock having just struck half past six in the evening. I washed my mug which now only had bean residue at the bottom of it. I went to my computer and played two hours of a rather amusing video game. It was about a man who knew all and saw all, and used his knowledge to get rich and be at the top. Surprisingly enough, it was a comedic game.

After that, I went to bed. And this continued for several days, each collection of 24 hours the same as the last. That is, until I encountered Holly, the one who had had sexual intercourse with my friend. She came over to me and enquired rather accusingly about the disappearance of my keys and the appearance of her's.

'Mind explaining?' She had her hands on her hips. 'It's been a nine days without a word from you! What's going on? Tell me!'

'U-umm... Well...' I stuttered.

'Yes?'

'I saw y-you... with James... having s-s... sex...' I looked down at my feet.

'I don't remember that happening.' She said.

'B-but I s-saw you...' She looked at me, almost pleadingly.

'S-so does this mean we're over?' She let her arms drop. She was no longer accusing. She was on the defensive.

'S-sorry...' I held my t-shirt tightly. I didn't want to look her in the eye. It would pain me too much.

'Okay. Fine.' She said, and walked away. I sighed and went on my way.

     And so a few more days went by. I had gotten a raise in that time and became employee of the month. It was the highlight of the past couple weeks. I celebrated with everyone else, then went home. And that's when things began to get weird. Things of mine began disappearing. First, some of my clothes. Then, my bathroom supplies. It felt like all my belongings were being taken away. And it made no sense, because they weren't taking the expensive stuff like the computer or my phone or my wallet. I didn't make too much of a fuss, because the things that disappeared weren't exactly important. But that changed when my passport disappeared, along with my travel card and driving license.

     The night I realised my important paperwork was disappearing, I heard my door open. This was odd, because I had locked it. So, I peeked my head round the doorframe and saw Holly there. She held a cricket bat. Shen then rushed me and pushed me to the floor, before I could get up, she placed a foot on my chest. It was enough to wind me, because her foot was essentially two third of the size of my chest.

'(Y/N). You have two options. Either come with me willingly, or come with me by force.' And at that moment, I stopped struggling. I knew I was trapped, and she had a bloody cricket bat! 'Good.' She picked me up, took me outside, and out me in the passenger seat of her mini van. 'Buckle up.' She smiled at me.

'H-holly. Wh-why--'

'Why am I kidnapping you?' She finished for me. 'Because I love you, and want you to be mine.' She smiled at me and began driving. 'You see, I didn't want us to be over. But you forced my hand. So here we are.'

     During the rest of the five minute journey, she spoke sweet nothings to me while I went numb with fear at the sight of what was in the back of the van. It was a bloody paste wrapped up in a carpet. But I said nothing. I knew if I did, it wouldn't end well.

     We entered her house, and she told me to walk down the stairs into the basement, where she locked the door behind me, telling me she had to tidy up a slight mess. It was obvious she was indirectly talking about the body. And so I waited for what felt like days in the small, concrete room. It most likely only took her six hours, tops, to hide the body, though.

     When she came back, she asked me a few questions.

'Do you love me?' She asked.

'Y-yes.'

'Good.' She walked towards me, and I instinctively recoiled. At that small movement, her expression grew dark. 'I don't appreciate it when people lie to me.' She grabbed me roughly and tied me up in a chair. 'It seems I'll need to teach you how to love.' She smiled at me. 'Don't worry. It'll most likely take less than a week, knowing you.' I stared at her in fear.

     During the next week, she tortured me, as expected. She began by ripping out my fingernails and toenails. She then broke both of my legs. Every bone in each limb was practically shattered. Following this, she cut her name repeatedly all over my skin. I was covered in blending injuries that spelt out her name.

'You know,' she said after the third day, 'I don't think you need your legs. Wheelchairs exist for a reason, and besides...' She smiled at me. 'I'll look after you, won't I?'

     And so, during the next three days, she cut off my toes, then my feet, then my legs up to the knee. She then cut off only half my thighs, making sure to avoid the arteries. Her reasoning was that she didn't want to lose my beautiful bottom. I resented her for it.

'What about your eyes?' She said after another three days. 'You don't need to see. After all, all it would lead to is you wanting to cheat on me with another girl.' And so, on the last day of torture, she carved out my eyes with a spoon. She lifted my top eyelid, inserted the spoon, then levered it up and the eye popped out without much resistance. She then severed the optic nerves, and that was it. Blindness.

'There. Now, seeing as you're now dependent on me, and seeing as you can't be tempted into cheating on me, Stockholm syndrome will soon set in and you'll love me.' She giggled. 'Come on. Let's get you out of here.'

     I could feel her come close and pick me up. I automatically began hyperventilating and trembling. I was practically having a panic attack in her arms. She untied me and placed me in what I assumed was a wheelchair. 'Don't worry, (Y/N). Soon, this fear will turn into adoration, just you wait.' She then pushed me up and out of the basement.

     From that day onwards, I relied on her for any transport around the house, for feeding me, and for entertaining me. She read the rest of the book I was reading to me while I went to sleep. She even waited for me to allow her to have sex with me. In the end, I did love her. Yes, she won, but I think I didn't get the short end of the stick. At least, not the shorted end of the stick. And indeed, I was happy.