#slasher x

“I’m leaving tonight.” 

Rain shook the windows. Thunder shaking the home of the Sinclairs. 

“I’ll be gone in the morning.” 

Darkness filled Bo’s room, his hands tangled together elbows resting on his knees. A clock ticking filled the darkness, each tick making Bo’s heart speed up. His worried eyes flickered across the empty dresser drawers lining the floor of his room. 

You were gone. 

Gone… 

Angry Bo shouted his screams of anger shaking the home. Tears streamed down his face as his voice broke, anger being replaced by grief without his permission. 

“Why should I care? I think we know ya will be crawling back home long before that sun rises.” 

He had rolled over that night ignoring the fading footsteps and sobs as you fled from him. 

He was on the heels of the baby all the time, even protecting him from flies. Before he could walk, Patrick would carry him everywhere. Barely letting him go for a moment.

When your son learned how to run is when the ultimate struggle began for Patrick.

You try to tell him that it was OK, that your son is going to be fine, nothing can hurt him but you also know your husband and you knew that he was not going to stop just because you asked him nicely once.

So just as your little boy started to grow so did your husband's worries and slowly but surely he became overprotective.

There were times even when you were at the park just taking a simple walk letting your baby run and play around, one time, he fell off of a swing which worried Patrick so incredibly that you have never seen him panic more than that day. But the icing on the cake was that your son wasn't even hurt, he just cried a little because he got scared but he was perfectly fine he even got ice cream after it.

But you will never forget the panic in Patrick when he ran as fast as he could to his son to help him up.

Even if little Richard wasn't hurt, Patrick couldn't let it go, he wanted to be 100% sure his son wasn't hurt and that he had everything he needed.

You often saw this as spoiling him, you didn't want your son to become a brat, but you understood where Patrick was coming from, the little boy was too precious. 

And this is exactly what you expected from Patrick Bateman himself.

A father who spoils their child. 

You had your baby on your hip, he was super interested in you cooking dinner, so he was your little helper.

Although mostly he just asked for juice or to taste something, with Richard being five, you wanted to show him the world as much as possible. And he seemed to be very interested in cooking and baking.

You put him on the counter when you needed to cut something. You taught him not to touch anything on the oven, you taught him it would hurt and he was an intelligent little man, so he never even tried.

"What are you two doing?" asked Patrick behind you.

"Dinner." you said as you stirred the pot, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Patrick pulling your son just a bit further away from the stove. You wanted to roll your eyes but you only smiled as you looked at them. "I'm almost ready, can you set the table please?"

And surely they did. You turned off the stove when you heard your son whine.

"Richard, let me do it, you might hurt yourself." you heard Patrick before you pocked your head out and saw your son with the forks in his tiny hand, holding on for dear life.

"I wanna." he said and you wanted to laugh, but you also wanted to see how Patrick will handle this.

He let out a long sigh. "You will hurt yourself, let Daddy do this."

"No." he was just as stubborn as your husband. Tiny knuckles turning white as he held the forks as if his life depended on them. 

"Okay, then let's do it together?" Patrick ended up offering since he knew he wouldn't get through to Richard.

You smiled at the cute scene as Patrick lifted his son and helped him, trying to teach him a little about where and how to place utensils, but all little Richie saw was the cute Mickey Mouse utensil set you bought him.

You wanted to laugh, no matter how stubborn your husband was, your son was the same if not worse.

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He just stood there, looking at you, observing. 

He watched every breath you took, every wrinkle on your skin, your lips, your nose, he looked at you. He licked his lips, his grip on the knife slowly loosening.

Then, you moved a little before settling back to sleep. So, he left you for a moment and went to look around the apartment. Finding that you were living alone, with no pets and only a small leftover in the fridge.

You weren't special, you were pretty average. But then why would he care? Why wouldn't he just take you and finish his masterpiece?

He wasn't sure either. 

But you, you were different, so he climbed back out the window and left.

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The next morning, you did everything as usual. 

Soon, you were sipping your coffee. You noticed a man looking at you from your right, but you didn't look.

You recognized him from earlier, he was standing behind you in line.

There was something about him that sent chills down your spine, he looked dangerous for some reason. And yet, his deep dark eyes made you interested. There was something intriguing about him, about playing with fire.

But you just stood up and left.

The next day, he was there again. This time, he was in front of you in line.

And as you ordered and were about to pay, the cashier told you, "The gentleman before you has paid for your coffee today." she said and you were stunned.

Now, you had to find him, and you did, he was right outside where he was yesterday.

"I-Uh, I wanted to thank you but you didn't have to for my coffee."

"It wasn't a problem." and oh fuck, he had a deep voice. 

That day, you learned that his name was Asa, and that you were very very attracted to him, even if inside everything yelled at you that you shouldn't.

But that week on Friday, you had a date with him.

The date went well... too well. It made you suspicious but you learned a lot about him.

"Do you want to come inside?" your question was meant to be innocent, you didn't want the night to end. But something in him shifted.

How was it possible for his eyes to get darker?

He usually tortured people, and absolutely enjoyed it. And yet here he was now, in your bedroom kissing your neck as you tried to get his belt open. He was not expecting this to happen, but he will not complain.

Everything happened so quickly, one second you were in the elevator going up, and you were kissing him, with his hands roaming while you tried to stumble into the bedroom. 

And then, he was pounding you from behind, with your ass in the air, you were on the edge of your bed as he was standing behind you, completely ruining your little pussy.

He was so good, too good if that's possible. He was big, and he knew what he was doing. His hand was on your hips, moving your back to meet him as he continued with a fast and rough rhythm. You were loud. You knew everyone could hear you, and you had an idea that it was his intention. 

Fuck you were yelling, but you haven't been fucked like that in your entire life.

He was groaning and purring behind you, those noises would normally scare you but instead, they turn you on even more. 

You didn't have to tell him to go hard, you didn't have to tell him to go rough, and you loved that. He then leaned forward, grabbing around your neck as he guided you up to make your back meet his torso. Your arched back and your shoulder blades met his chest as the movements of his hips never slowed down. 

Then his other hand moved between your legs to your clit. Both of your hands found his softly gripping his wrists as you enjoyed this very much. 

He leaned into your ear as he ever so slightly applied pressure to your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you were ready to come.

Your body started to slightly shake and he smirked. He was doing this to you.

"Come," he whispered into your ear and you came undone, you exploded.

While you came down from your high he slowly still fucked you before his movements became erratic and then he stopped, groaning loud as he came into you.

This is when you realized you not only let a man into your home, but you had sex without a condom and he came inside you. Thankfully you were on the pill but this made you realize how much he confused you.

He soon pulled out of you, guiding you to the bathroom, how did he know where it was? He then put you under the shower with him.

No wonder he couldn't kill you before, you were way too precious to kill.

"You are mine now." he said and your blood ran cold. His voice, seductive, chilling and possessive at the same time.

Just what did you get yourself into?

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