Stolen Heart~ Yandere! Eyeless Jack X Reader

Warning!!!!
This contains the following:

• Yandereness
• Home Invasion
• Creepiness
• Slight Swearing
• Major Sexual Content
• Highly-Detailed Content
• Eyeless Jack
• Almost Rape
• Definite Messed Up Shit
• Dehumanization
• Upcoming Rape

If you don't like the following, yet you read beyond this point, don't read and if I get a negative comment about any of the above, so help me! Any bitching comments about them wetting themselves or any kind of bullshit, will be deleted and forgotten about! I won't apologize for you either. You read it, I didn't force you to!

P.S. The father, alone, is raising you. If you don't have one, make one up or don't read if you're going to start crying. I apologize. Mother died of cancer when reader was young. Thank you!

*Events like these can happen, and do happen, so don't take this lightly. Okay?*


• ~ Stolen Heart ~ •


"Hey dad, where are you going?" I asked, shifting my gaze from the television screen to see him slide an arm in his brown jacket sleeve.

"Sorry, honey, but the department need me there for a quick hour. They believe that they found a lead to the Kidney Theif that's running around (city name)." He yawned in his tired voice. His heavy bags seemed to crease more wrinkles under and over his eyes.

"He's increasing his rates rapidly, isn't he?" I asked.

Dad shook his head, his hand capped the Cheif hat as he stepped into the dark night of (month). "Seems like it, doesn't it? It doesn't make any sense, though. Why would he want the kidneys? What use is it to him? It's just insanity how he manages to keep his victim in place, while he's performing the procedure in the dead of night. We already checked the recorded records of all the medical staff and levels, only to have them skip clean. It truly is a puzzler..." He dragged his big hand down his face and started to close the door only to have to leave a crack for our eyes not to break contact with one another. "Lock all the doors and windows, darling. Don't move the blackout curtains for even a second. Last murder was on this area. Stay safe. Love you." With that he left.

I stood and clicked the remote off button and started my way to my room. I did what he said as I journeyed my travel up the stairs and to the last room on the left.

I swung open the door and flopped on my bed after I paced the last steps. I sighed and turned to the picture of mom on my dresser.

"It's still hard to believe that you died at the age (your mom's age), mom. All because you got cancer." I whispered.

She looked so beautiful when she was alive and when she was in her casket. A picture that had the perfect setting, framed into a body that sculpted the mother that birthed me and raised me.

I sighed again at the the sad memory and the usual no response. "I'm going to take a shower, mom. Okay?"

Again, no response.

Again, I sighed.

I walked into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom for easier access.

I shivered at the cold temperature, rather adjusted to the warm degrees in my room. I checked the window of the bathroom and saw it was still shut tight.

I shrugged. Getting my (favorite color) towel from under the sink. I began to strip out of my clothes as I released my (short/long) hair from the leather bobbles and shook the (hair color) locks apart from each other.

I took off my (favorite color) undergarments, chucking them in the hamper, which looked awfully bigger from earlier.

I closed the door that led to small room that contained the hamper and stepped on the (yellow/light green) mat, completely naked.

I reached behind the transparent, sliding doors and cupped the hot-and-cold handles, twisting then both at the same time. I waited for the different-temperature water to blend in and thrusted my body in.

I was about to pour the shampoo gel onto my open palm and thought of an amazing idea.

"The house is quiet. No one's here. I might as well have a bath!" I shrieked in happiness.

I jumped out of the shower and squatted in front of the sink's cabinet, pulling it open and grabbing the supplies I needed to enjoy a nice bath.

(Favorite fragrance)-scented candles.
Bath candies.
Matches.

And just to be a royal spoil, rose petals!

I heard something grunt in...pleasure(?) from the hamper closet. I pressed my ear against the wood and listened carefully to the action on the other side.

It sounded like heavy pants and, I was right, grunts of pleasure, as whatever started to murmur something that was too distant to be heard. Like it was muffling it.

I grasped the knob, twisting it slowly as it's opening copied the speed. I saw nothing out of the regular, the hamper was at the same height, so no one was hiding there. The ceiling had no spider-like thing that made all those noises, so I shut the door and decided that the madness of anxiety from dad's ongoing case has got me all worked up.

I chuckled and prepared my haven, until I thought I heard a voice shiver my name in delight.

"(First name)~"

Again, I chuckled at my edginess.


• ~ Unknown Time Period ~ •


I sank lower in the tub, inhaling the sweet, artificial scent of (favorite fragrance) candles. The lovely petals drifted over my relaxed body as it remained drowning under the bubbly water. The hot water was now warm like my room and it felt like I was wrapped up in thick blankets. Comforting.

Everything was perfect.

The mood.
The lights were dimmed.
The feelings.
I was soothed out of creases.

Everything~

That ended when I heard the door open and slam shut below the floor I'm currently on.

I knew dad would be grumpy, especially when it was late and, by the way the door slammed, I think that the department came to the same dead-end.

He dragged his feet up the stairs and into his room.

Have I been here for an hour?
Damn, relaxation can loose some bolts.

I yawned and stood from tub. Water streamed down my glistening body. Curvature that rocks to perfection and skin color that milks from the Way above.

I slowly rub the towel over my body and dry off my hair as it drips the water to the mat. I hum (favorite song) in my imagination of meeting my Prince in White.

The towel hugged my body as I unplugged the plug and threw the wet rose petals to the trash. I blew out the candles and cracked the bathroom door open for the aroma to float in my room and play with my nose as I fall in the whispers of my dreams.

I tiptoed into my room and licked my lips. I drew my drawer and grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a bra. I dropped the towel and submissively let the (favorite color) bra cling to my torso and pulled the waistband of the rose-embroidered, matching panties up my (skin color) legs.

I didn't bothered putting on my pajamas as tomorrow dad will be leaving early and there is no school due to city's current situation.

I fell backwards to the soft mattess and tossed the (favorite color) comforter over my body.

I fluttered my suddenly heavy eyelids and drifted into a easy-snore, despite the deep shit that has the whole place shaking up.


• ~ Unknown Time Period ~ •


I awoke to a rustle on my right and as I opened my eyes, I saw a man's bare chest as his arms wrapped around my form. I held in my shriek with my pinched lips and slowly tried to squirm my way out, only to have him pull me closer as he moved his head from the crown of my head to my face.

"Hello, love~ How did you sleep?" He yawned and lightly pecked my nose, slightly releasing his tongue to taste my skin.

"W-w-who are you?" I mentally-slapped myself for stuttering. "How did you get in?" I said, sounding a tad bit braver.

"My name is Jack. I'm your lover~" he whispered quite huskily in my ear.

Due to the darkness, I couldn't see how he looks, but by the lack of clothes on myself, I felt him...bare. He was lying naked on my bed with his...ego, touching my womanhood through the panties. All I can see was his shadowing silhouette overpower my smaller one.

"I have no 'lover,'" I said harshly. I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a hard push, but he chuckled.

It wasn't even the kind of chuckle you give out at a slightly funny joke. It was a challenging chuckle, one that was filled with devious and dark evil.

He grabbed my arse and the back of my head and hissed sickly, it being filled with so-called "love."

"I AM your lover! And I have the most perfect way to prove it~"

He sat up straight and pulled me along with him. He covered my mouth with the hand that held my head in place to the left. His other muscular arm went under my armpit and clenched my left breast in his hand. He made me arch my back against his carved chest as he flicked out his tongue and slithered the slimy muscle up my neck, slowly.

"You truly taste delicious, dear~" He slightly cackled and bit hard into my neck like a thirsty vampire as I whimpered in pain, but came muffled, due to the appendage capping my mouth from releasing the call for help.

He slurped loudly on the blood leaking out of the fresh wound and licked away any metallic liquid he missed, before kissing it. He sucked major hickeys around my neck and lets go of the bruise with a satisfying pop. He trailed his cold lips to my jawline and kissed his way to the corner of my mouth, letting go and forcing his lips upon mine.

He grunted and nursed on the saliva resting on my tongue as he felt every crook and cranny with his own. He twisted my body to face his and dialed his head to a much better angle and held both my hands above my head with one hand, while the other tried to depart the clip of my bra.

Tears streamed down my face as I felt his tongue delve deeper for an unknown prize and took this as my chance to bite down on his tongue.

Hard.

Surprised by my action and pain, he slightly lets go of me and I took this as a chance to beat feet.

I took off and exited into the hallway as I heard him snarl.

"(First name)! If I were you, if come back here before i get you myself! And, so help me, I won't go easy!"





Thunder booms outside.





Isn't that my heart?





Lightening strikes.





That's the adrenaline?

I race to dad's room, only to find the room untouched like how he left it when he left to the department. I searched frantically for him as I checked under the bed for him like a child would do when they're playing hide-and-seek.

I turned in time to see Jack come in and he tackled me to the ground by my waist. He lifted me in the air and threw me on the bed. Before I can even register my position, he crawled on my lap and grabbed both wrists and handcuffed them to the headboard. He parted my legs for he can sit in between them and aligned his erect member at my clothed entrance.

"You shouldn't be here, (first name). I was going to give it to you after I showed you how much I loved you, but looks like that you can't wait for the surprise. So I'll give it to you, now." He pulled away and walked to the closet in my dad's room.

He drew the handles back and revealed my "gift."

I screamed in sadness and ultimate denial.

He rolled my dad out of the closet in his computer chair. His chest had a fist-size hole where his heart is supposed to be and his head was missing. And I think that his eyes were in his chest, in place for his heart.

I hyperventilated as I felt bile arise in my throat.

"(First name), this is what I wanted to give you~" Jack took out my dad's head and places it on his right palm as the other gripped two fingers in the bloody sockets and gently opened the mouth from the repelling force. Inside the mouth was his heart and he took out the organ from my once-alive dad.

"I wanted to let you know, you stole my heart~ And I knew I couldn't give you mine without dying. So, I thought, that since you loved your father, you can love me because I'm giving you the heart of someone you love. I read that girls like these kind of things. I do apologize that I couldn't carve a message in it. I'll set it aside for now, okay?" He left the head and heart on the dresser and repositioned himself at my entrance as he removed the panties and bra. "I want to hear your every sound~"

I stared at the decapitated head and ripped heart.

I looked to the tied body with missing parts.

I turned to the silhouette as lightening strikes.

My eyes widened at what I saw.

A boy with messy brunette hair and gray, clammy skin was naked on top of me.

He had no eyes, only black sockets that oozed a black substance down his face.

He had shark-like teeth that showed every ounce of blood-stained row of jaggered edges.

"You won't get away with this..." I whispered.

He laughed like a maniac and faced me.

"If I can get away with murder, I can get away with another body and be charged of a kidnapping!" He smirked at my expression and attacked my neck.

"You're not going to get away with this...someone will stop you..." I gasped.

He stopped. "Give it a rest. You and I both know that that will never happen. Why won't you just admit your wrong?"

He straightened and thrusted his entire size in me as I screamed in pain as tears brimmed my eyelids.

Without giving me time to adjust, he began to move.


• ~ The End? ~ •


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