We're All Naughty Here | Diabolik Lovers x Reader

XI

He gripped and yanked your forearm so your naked breasts would slam into his chest. His thumb slowly stroked your gouged ear, as dead skin flaked off and onto his white attire.
"Nourishment."

The word alone had you almost swiftly. It was what she always told you when she wanted you to help with the feast.

Cut the carrots, slice the potatoes, juice the lemons, and gut the pig. You nourished the vegetables and prepped the food with this woman.

The woman that looked like you.

What was her name?

| ?... |

The sun was too bright.

"Did you do what I told you, honey?" The [h/c] woman started, she smiled as her dainty hands harshly moved the piece of clothing up and down the wash broad and into the 'water box,' which is what you called it. You watched as the bubbles popped.

"Pop! Pop! Pop!" You jumped, all while your hands stuck firmly behind your back.

The woman giggled at your cute behavior.

You glimmered, a toothy smile was plastered across your face—ear to ear—covering your excitement was impossible. "Yes, Yes I have!"

It was then that the woman's nose caught the unsettling odor. Her [e/c] eyes averted to your blue, recently knitted sundress, and your face. It was stained with blood.

She jumped up almost immediately, "what has happened?!," she shouted in an immense amount of worry, falling back down to examine your skin for any life threatening gashes.

"Hm? I am not hurt," the woman's concerned face was half replaced with complete confusion.

'Was she playing in the raspberry bush again?' She thought.

Your white teeth showcased themselves, the hugest smile you could muster up. You retreated your hands from behind your back and held out your open palms.

You jumped in a scare when the woman screamed, you felt a few tears stinging to fall.

"{Y/N}, what have you done!"

Your little arms and hands stained and dripped of fresh blood. You began to shake as you held the bloody pig's ear in your tiny palms, the severed body part took up both your hands and squirted blood when you squeezed it. You found nothing wrong with it.

So why was she screaming?

"H-huh... I gut the pig like you asked me too!" You received a harsh slap to the face. The ear flew out of your hands and you fell on your bottom. You held your red cheek, and used your other hand to support yourself on the ground, tugging hand fulls of grass and dirt while the tears fell freely down your blood spotted face. "I-I nourished-"

The lady stepped away from you, a feature of disgust and fear emerging onto her looks, "I told you to feed the pigs! You are not a normal child! Stay away from me!"

| present... |

You didn't think she was even a little important.