Murderer
Tags: Dark!Levi, Murderer Levi, Female Reader, detective au, modern au, stalker! Levi, bit gore
------- part 1, part 2, part 3
"You better eat up, I made this for you."
You hadn’t glanced at Levi in what felt like an eternity. You deliberately averted your eyes, refusing to acknowledge his presence as you immersed yourself in the chaos of your own thoughts, desperately plotting an escape from this suffocating hellhole.
You were all too aware of Levi's sharp intellect and keen observational skills; he had an uncanny ability to sense when something was amiss, especially when the atmosphere between you was steeped in discomfort and unspoken words.
Each moment stretched painfully, the silence thick with the weight of your shared history, as you wrestled with the urgency of your plans and the heartache of the current reality.
For the past few days, Levi has been nothing short of harsh and frigid, his demeanor shifting from the warm and caring individual you once knew to something ominous and menacing. The way he glares at you now sends chills down your spine, and there are moments when he seems to take pleasure in making you suffer—meting out punishment for the slightest misstep, or for not aligning perfectly with his whims and desires.
You find yourself longing for the softer side of him, the Levi you first met, full of charm and warmth. It feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the current reality of this ruthless figure who coldly eliminates anyone in his path, all in the name of fulfilling his sinister fantasies and indulging in his gruesome urges. You can't help but wish for the day when he might return to the man you once cherished rather than the dark specter he has become.
Though you wish with all your heart that things were different, you can't escape the fact that he has already become the person he is now. There’s a haunting part of you that swears, with all the sincerity of a deep-seated prayer, that you wish you had never crossed paths with him in the first place.
Yet, amidst this turmoil, there’s an undeniable pull at your heartstrings, a strange sensation that he somehow recognized you long before you ever met, as if your souls had danced around each other in a different time and place.
"Are you even paying attention to what I've said?" Levi's voice dripped with sarcasm, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension in the air. The derisive sneer on his lips made you flinch, and you were finally compelled to meet his gaze.
His dark eyes were ablaze with anger, swirling like a tempestuous storm ready to break. The way his sharp canine teeth were exposed sent a chill down your spine, an unsettling reminder of just how close he was to losing control. It was as if every ounce of his fury was contained just beneath the surface, held back with sheer willpower, but threatening to erupt at any moment.
"I said, you better eat up, I made this for you. Now, is getting colder."
With a swift motion, he grasped your face in his hand, his fingers pressing against your cheeks with surprising intensity. The pressure was firm, compelling you to part your lips and accept the disturbing concoction he had crafted. The sensation was both intimate and repulsive, a conflicting mixture that left you feeling vulnerable and unsettled.
One of the dishes served before you is a grotesque reminder of his brutality; it consists of the remnants of his victims, meticulously prepared and devoid of any semblance of humanity. The meat is dry yet unnervingly well-cooked, mixed with an array of colorful vegetables and rich sauces that mask the horror of what lies beneath.
An overwhelming wave of nausea threatens to rise as the pungent aroma assaults your senses. Levi’s tension hangs heavily in the air, and you can feel his barely contained rage pulsing like a dark storm.
You know that provoking him further would be disastrous, so you summon every ounce of willpower to chew the abhorrent mixture, your taste buds assaulted by the metallic tang of the flesh. With your eyes tightly shut to block out the nightmarish sight, tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, but you refuse to give in. Your stomach churns violently in protest; each bites a battle against your instincts, yet the grim reality of what you’re consuming.
You can't take it anymore!
Summoning every ounce of bravery within you, you forced yourself to vomit right in front of him. As the acrid taste surged up your throat, you grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down, hoping to wash away the lingering bitterness. But no matter how much you drank, the horrid flavor clung to your taste buds like a dark shadow, refusing to fade. A wave of horror washed over you, intertwined with a profound disgust, as you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that this you've eaten.
"Ungrateful bitch!"
Levi's hand connected sharply with your cheek, the force of the blow sending you tumbling backward. The chair beneath you toppled as you hit the floor with a heavy thud, knocking the wind from your lungs. He slammed his palms down on the table with a resounding thump, splintering silence in the room, before rising to his full height and glaring down at you with dark eyes.
In a sudden and aggressive motion, he strides into the kitchen, his footsteps heavy against the tiled floor. He retrieves a gleaming knife from the countertop, its blade catching the light in a menacing glint. Without hesitation, he moves toward you, his intentions clear. Grasping your hair with a tight, forceful grip, he yanks your head back, exposing your throat.
The cold, sharp tip of the knife hovers dangerously close to your skin, casting a shadow of fear on you.
He sneered and you whimpered as he tightened his hold. "Eat whatever I served you, brat. Next time you refuse it, you'll be next on my list."
He forces your face down to the cold, unforgiving floor, pressing it into the slick, foul-smelling puddle of your own vomit. The acrid scent stings your nostrils as he rubs your cheeks against the grimy surface, the rough texture scraping against your skin. A fresh wave of nausea surges within you, mixing with the remnants of your earlier sickness, leaving you feeling both helpless and overwhelmed.
Levi releases his grip and stands erect, towering over your body once again, saying, "Clean this up when I get back and clean the house also. And don't try thinking of escaping again, I'll fucking burned your skin again."
You nodded silently, allowing the tears to stream down your cheeks as you wiped the remnants of vomit from your skin with the back of your trembling hand. The sting from the slap he had delivered still lingered, sharp and painful against your tender face. You glanced up, watching Levi ascend the stairs with heavy, thunderous footsteps, his demeanor resolute and unyielding as he prepared to tackle the day’s work.
A wave of frustration washed over you as you pondered how he could move on so easily as if nothing had ever happened. Meanwhile, you felt trapped in a relentless cycle of torment and nightmares, a prisoner of his control while he remained blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil.
You found yourself lost in thought, grappling with a profound sense of unfairness. You wondered if your family and friends had noticed your absence, or if the familiar faces you exchanged casual conversations with at the station were even aware that something was wrong. The weight of isolation pressed down on you, intensifying the hatred you felt towards Levi.
His relentless, cold treatment made your heart ache; you would rather face the darkest depths of despair than continue to endure his harshness. Each encounter with him felt like a blade, cutting deeper into your spirit, leaving you longing for escape from both the physical and emotional confines he imposed on you.
"I'll fucking kill you, Levi Ackerman."