LosHik

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Kill a stalker

It's disgusting. He's watching Sonbe again. How dare he? I want to rip out his eyes.

You see this guy again when you pass by the house of your unrequited love. It's too disgusting. How he got it.

A new school day, but so happy. Sanu and I are a couple together today and he's sitting across from you. And it doesn't matter what the lecturer says anymore. You can only imagine him next to you, how you will live happily. Oh, and his pleas for life. So cute.

As he passes by, he constantly smiles at you, and you smile at him. What he didn't know was that underneath the sweet smile there was a manic addiction. And that's good, you shouldn't scare him ahead of time. Let him consider you one of the fans.

You've been walking past his house for a week now and you see a black-haired guy. He's disgusting. Trying to break down the door of your love. And what a surprise it was when he opened it.

Approaching Sanu's house and standing in front of the door. You didn't even have to guess with the code. You enter 4528 quickly. The door opens.

Once your passion got sick, and his friends sent you to him to help him catch up with the program in related subjects. Thanks to them.

Strange. This guy was nowhere to be found. Although… It's dirty. I was lying on the bed and self-satisfied. What an abomination. It's time to kill this stalker.

A light swing with a monkey wrench at the guy's skull, and he fell dead. Funny. He's so weak. You can't even play with him. But Sanu is different. He will definitely be stronger. He will definitely be there… Yours.

After that, the door was heard opening. You hid in one closet, watching through a crack as Sanu goes to the kitchen. He hasn't noticed anything yet. You can show yourself. It's only worth hiding your toy behind your back. He might get scared.

And you see a muscular back. He's so beautiful, but he's going to be even more beautiful. Especially when, after being hit on the shin, he falls to the floor, trying to attack you. But your bones are intact. How funny.

—Honey, don't be afraid, be a good boy and behave yourself.

He grabs you by the shin, but the precise blow shifts the bones on the metacarpus and he howls as you continue to beat him, breaking more and more bones.

But don't just torture. Therefore, you sit him down, and begin to cover the guy's face with light kisses, undressing, and then bringing the first-aid kit, starting to rewind the bruises, kissing each one, causing new screams.

— You're yelling so sweetly…

— You fucking bitch!

— Well, you can't do that with your girlfriend.

You grab him by the throat and then hit him against the wall, watching as a bloodstain appears on it. He's been holding on a lot longer than you expected.

After some tinkering, you brought him into the room, putting him on the bed and removing the stalker's body. When you threw the body down the stairs to the basement, you followed it down. Can I give a gift to my beloved?

Sanu woke up in his bed, in a clean bed, and you were lying next to him. I didn't sleep, I just smiled and looked at him.

— You're going to die…

— And I love you. You can eat today, I've made you breakfast. And a gift.

You come back after with a tray of food and start feeding the guy. Alas, his hands are bandaged.

— Don't worry, two weeks and you'll get used to it and we'll go for a walk with you. In the meantime, I'll take care of you. Don't be afraid, everyone knows you're sick. Eat up.

And of course he would have eaten. At knifepoint. I even crossed the threshold. He understood his victims now. Now he felt sorry for them.

— And here's a present.

You smile, opening a beautiful box in front of him, which turned out to be the eyes of that boy.

— He looked at you so often, so I decided to help. Now he can look at you even after death.

She's crazy. Fucking. A sadist.

Only these words were spinning in his head. He wanted to die, but you wouldn't let him. You tortured him constantly, but as soon as he closed his eyes, you brought him to his senses.

It's been almost a year. A year. He's already used to it. He's already fallen in love. He poked you just so you wouldn't pull out his nails again. As long as she doesn't dislocate her joints again. As long as she doesn't get mad again.

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To love forever

A dark room. Wet bedding in the corner. Rusty grilles.

How did it all start? You didn't remember. As soon as you woke up, they grabbed you and threw you into this dungeon. And only rarely did one man come to you. And he always asked the same question, "Do you remember me?"

The answer was always no. And after that, he would leave. Food was brought to you when you were sleeping, they didn't let you see anyone else.

The sound of drops. The squeak of a mouse. The smell of mold.

—Levi. What does this name mean to you?

It's him again. But the question is different. You were looking at him. Only with his arrival did the lights turn on. His black hair and gray eyes. It's like you've seen them before. But you don't remember where.

—no. He doesn't say anything. Will you leave again? Then hurry up.

It's been a lot longer than usual. He just stands there and looks at you. Until he waved his hand, took out the keys and opened your cage.

—Then we'll have to talk more.

Scary. You step back until your back hits the wall. And he comes closer, putting the blade to your throat and making a small incision.

You start screaming in pain and fall to your knees in front of him in tears, clutching at the cut.

—There is no pair… Still, our fears were not true. I'm sorry.

You don't understand what he's talking about. What kind of steam? What are the concerns?

He did not answer, only handing you a handkerchief so that you put it over the wound and led him by the edge of his shirt to the exit.

It was scary to leave such a familiar place. You've already gotten used to the darkness. So the street light blinded you, forcing you to close your eyes.

Then everything flew by in a couple of moments. You were taken to a house, washed and dressed, and then fed. But that man didn't show up anymore.

It was only three days later that he returned, walking into your room. A room that has belonged to you for more than you can remember.

—You lived here. With me. Before the Titans' attack happened. You've been turned into one of them. But Hanji decided to use some of her chemicals on you. You became human again, but there was a chance that you could turn again. And you didn't remember anything.

You were looking at him. And he's off to the side. The man leaned his shoulder against the door frame while you slowly got out of bed, walking towards him.

He didn't move, he waited. As if he didn't want to scare me off. And then he looked into your eyes when you were standing a couple of steps away from him. He held out his left hand to you with a ring on his ring finger. Then I took out a second, the same ring, but smaller, from my pocket and put it in your palm.

—Were we married?

—There were. You don't remember. You can live here, I won't touch you. I'll help you find a job, and then do whatever you want.

—Do you think I'm going to hate you for being imprisoned?

You put your hand up to his face. A familiar movement. Lightly stroke her cheek, and then pull her into a kiss.

But he moved away from you a little, not letting you do it.

—I'm sorry. I didn't think. I… if we were together, maybe you can help me remember the past. Remember you?

—I don't think I can help that much. Only if you want to.

A year ago. Exactly a year ago, his love died. He killed her himself. But you looked so much like her. He initially looked for her replacement in you. Now he's found a way to erase your memory. To make up false memories of yourself. To give myself the opportunity to see my beloved's face again every day. It was good that she had a twin sister.

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Lulu's love

I wanted to run away, forget life "before", go into the forest and rot there in a noose. That's what you did.

You went into the dark forest, where legends of murders were formed. Your parents won't be looking for you there. They probably won't be looking anywhere.

How many wounds have they inflicted on you, both mentally and physically… Her wrists are bruised from her father's clutches, and her neck is decorated with a red choker from her mother's suffocation.

They got their way — you're going to die soon. Your head was already in a noose, but it broke off, and you fell to the wet ground, tears rolled down your cheeks. Suddenly you heard the crunching of leaves nearby, you turned around at the sound, seeing a pale girl in a beautiful blue dress in front of you.

—Hi, - "she began, kneeling in front of you, " - is everything okay? Why did you try to do this to yourself?

She ran her palm over your cheek, and you burst into tears. It became so easy on my soul — someone was worried about you.

She introduced herself to you, but asked you to call her "Lulu" briefly. That's how you started having hidden meetings. You came to a certain place every few nights, meeting with your new "friend".

— Hey, Y/n…

— What is it, Lulu?

She sat down next to you under a tree, resting her head on your shoulder. You were already used to such small gestures of tenderness from her, as well as to her appearance, which already seemed more native than anyone else's.

— Am I beautiful?

You agreed without hesitation. Your friend was pleasant to you in appearance, morally too. Of all her "new family", she turned out to be the least bloody. And that's what attracted you to her.

"Then why don't you stay with me?"

— Lulu, this is the worst confession I've ever heard in my life. Although it's the only one.

But you agreed. And at the same moment, she pounced on you with hugs, kissing you on the cheek. And so you go to the secret passage to her room so that you don't meet anyone on the way to the old mansion. But you didn't think that your sympathy would end like this.

It ended with the shackles that bound you, but you didn't care. I understood that this was a necessary measure so that everyone would consider you a victim of it. While alone, she gave you the most tender kisses and hugs.

"I'm sorry, honey.

You didn't like her tone; you barely crawled up to her, clinging to the hem of her dress with your hand. Your knees were broken, and now you couldn't feel your hind limbs at all.

— What's wrong, Lulu?

The girl knelt down, as when they first met, she ran her hand over your cheek. She liked the warmth of your skin, your gentle hands and touch, your smell — everything attracted her, but the time has come. There was already a new innocent lamb in mind, which would soon also be shackled.

— I'm sorry that I change toys so often. I would have played with you longer, but it's already boring.

what?

I couldn't believe it. No, she's saying that because there's someone standing outside the door. And she swung the knife just for the sake of a scene. And I didn't run you through at all. She hit you so that you would survive; so that your fingers would be numb only for a while; then she would kiss you again and feed you, as before; as it always was. Only the eyelids weren't so heavy then, and she didn't smile such a beautiful smile at you, saying:

— Bye, bye.

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Hi, I'm Loshik. I will share my creativity and communicate with you. Please do not take my work for translations for Russian channels, I am an author from Russia myself, there may be misunderstandings.