Paint The World Red With Me (An Eddsworld Tord x Reader)

Chapter 12: The Slaughter

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Sorry that I've been dead, I've been super unmotivated.

But!! I've decided that I'm going to post this story on Quotev to see how it does.

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God damn, my whole body hurts. Why does my whole body hurt?

My eyes snapped open. Flashes of last night flew through my head. I felt my cheeks go hot. Why the hell didn't I stop him?!

I tried to get up and get my bearings, but was promptly stopped by a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist. A head buried itself into my neck. It grumbled when I moved.

"Go back to sleep, pet."

I died inside a little more as my eyes landed on the mass holding me. Tord didn't bother putting clothes on after...what happened. His quarters are connected to his office, so there was no point in it. The red duvet rested right above his hip, allowing me full visual of his built chest.

I whined and pushed at his arms.

"I need to pee."

With a groan he let go of me. I stood and realized I was naked as well. Luckily Tord was still half asleep and had his face in a pillow. So I grabbed a pair of boxers and a spare button down shirt from his dresser.

I took this opportunity to look around. The walls were, unsurprisingly, painted an eye straining bright red. His bed was raised slightly on a platform, with gray sheets and red pillows with the duvet. The floor under my feet was soft black carpet. Piles of clothes and hentai novels were shamelessly scattered across the room. A tv was mounted on the wall across from the bed. A desk to the left of that. Blueprints and pencils covered the surface of it. There was a nightstand on Tord's side of the bed, that had a lamp, a tablet, and a pistol.

After heading into the bathroom and closing the door, I sighed, looking at the mirror. My (H/L) hair was a mess, (H/C) stands out of place and sticking out everywhere. Bites and hickeys littered my skin, starting at my neck and trailing down to my thighs.

The bathroom itself was huge. A shower with glass doors stood beside a tub that looked like it could fit 4 people. The floors were all black tile. It felt cold on my bare feet.

I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever, unfortunately. I did my business and stepped out. Tord was now awake, sitting up against the pillows. His arms behind his head and a lit cigar hanging from his lips. He grinned at the sight of me.

"I quite like seeing you in my clothes. You should wear them more often."

I climbed back into the bed, squeaking when I was pulled onto his chest. My legs were on either side of his stomach. He hummed and ran a hand through my hair. My eyes fluttered and I leaned into it. He grinned again.

"We can lay here until my cigar is out, then we need to shower. We have some business to attend to."

Business? My stomach dropped. Chandler. I replayed yesterday's events in my head as Tord continued to play with my hair. My mind buzzed with questions.

What's he going to do to Chandler? Did they bury Emily or just toss her body in a ditch? Were Matt, Tom, and Sarah ok? Were they looking for me? Why did he kill Emily?

No matter how hard I tried, my mind went back to Emily again and again. My stomach shouldn't be churning like this. I had seen death before. Dozens of times.

But it had never been someone I knew personally. Someone who I considered family. A sister. A particular memory rose to the surface of my brain.

It was the middle of winter. Snow fell quietly from the light grey clouds that blanketed the sky. On peaceful days like this, I would've been curled up in my quarters with a blanket, reading and drinking (Favorite Hot Drink).