Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements
Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique
Chapter 14
(M-RATED CHAPTER, WARNING FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, GORE AND INSANITY MENTIONS)
Prim
It's the second night where the two of us are together, and he, as usual, forces himself into me.
I think of Anne. I think of how I kissed her, and how she says nothing in predictable shock, yet she innocently asks to be kissed whenever she wants. I'm not even sure about what I've done, or how she feels, because I've never told her word for word that I love her. All I did is kiss her, and she's...
...
Fuck, it hurts.
"Prim..." Arth breathes, and I grab a fistful of his hair with both hands, hissing.
"Move..." I force myself to say.
Tonight. I have to do it tonight. I derive no pleasure from this- Arth thinks that I'm enjoying it as much as he is, but I'm just so full of pent up rage and frustration that I can barely find anything pleasurable from this. It feels as if someone's rubbing a file between my legs, and I let out a small pained moan.
"It'll get better, Prim..." Arth reassures me.
Fuck you too.
"I...I love you, you know..." I lie, and he licks my left nipple, causing me to gasp in surprise. He holds my hand and pins it down on the bed, and he just goes faster, and it's so painful that-
"I...I'm close...P-Prim...!"
Oh no.
"W-Where are you...?!" I exclaim, and I see that he has no intention of pulling out.
Before he can even think of cumming inside, I forcefully remove myself from him, and he sees the knife in my hand too late. I crawl over to his sex-crazed self, and I grin as I point the blade to his chest. The pain between my legs and my obsession in killing this guy has heightened to the point where I find that I'm actually enjoying it more than resenting it.
He stares in horror.
I smile.
"You know, there was a rule that we kept. No cumming inside, right?" I laugh.
"W-What's...P-Prim...?!"
"Do I start here?" I seductively slur, tracing circles on his chest with the blade. "Or do I slice your dick off so that you'll learn not to lose control again?"
"I didn't even-!"
"You were about to."
"Y-You're insane...!" Arth exclaims, but I pin him down. My naked body on top of his...ah...where do I start?
"Speak for yourself," I smile calmly. "What kind of guy selects his woman's traits? Hm, Arth?"
"P-Prim, I-I'm sorry, I-!"
I shake my head.
I kiss his forehead, and I draw a nice red line from the top of his chest all the way down to his stomach. The blood gets to my face and body, and I see my handiwork. A nice red line, and the blood never stops seeping out after the first gush.
My body is stained by his blood. My virginity was taken by him.
And now, he's dead.
For extra measure, I stab his heart, and I weakly stand up to get myself cleaned up.
He's dead.
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead.
Finally, he's dead.
I hum to myself in the beautiful Sunday morning, and Anne asks me with that beautiful voice of hers: "What's the special occasion?"
"Oh, nothing," I smile.
'Meet me at the school rooftop today at 5 PM.' It's from an unknown number.
There are seven tiny teacups before me as I stand on the school rooftop.
Kiril Clockworker's waiting right there, and I walk over to him, stepping over the teacups as I give a courteous smile. Seven teacups full of the same colored tea are in a line right behind me, and Kiril smiles back as if it's a harmless tea party that I'm invited to.
"Pick," he says.
"Any one of them? Kiril, don't tell me that you suspect me too," I smile.
"Suspect? I just invited you for a wonderful tea party," he laughs. "Rogzé, you don't have to be so uptight."
"You didn't even have to hide who you are, you know. People will still like you for your real self."
Kiril laughs in return. He gestures to the teacups, and I walk over to them, scrutinizing them as I take note of every single cup of tea. They all look the same. Poison? Which one contains poison? It could be that all of them have poison, or none of them do. One of them might have it, three of them might have it...
I whirl around and glare at his smirking face. "You're playing with me."
"I didn't even touch you," he returns with the same smirk.
"Cut the crap, Kiril," I hiss. "Do you have any idea what you're getting into, suspecting me like this? My family's influence can ruin you and Irina, and both of you will never rise from it again. Did you know that Irina's been helping me with all the crimes I did? No? You must be very shocked, then-"
...
...Why...
...What...
...Why is he...
Why is he still smiling?! WHY IS HE STILL SMILING?! I'VE TOLD HIM, BUT WHY IS HE STILL-
"Alice tells me everything," Kiril laughs, and he pointed at the line of teacups behind me. "She did this too- she's always had a flair for the dramatics."
Alice?
Who's Alice?
"Oh, you don't know?" Kiril asks, looking surprised. "Oh, that's right. It's my name for Irina, see. After all..."
...?!
"...Irina, of course, is my dear daughter, Malice."
Sharp.
Something...sharp...
...My neck...my hands...
"W-Who are...?"
My voice...I can't even...
He smiles.
"I believe you didn't do a background check on me, did you? Nice to meet you, I'm Professor Seth Twiright."