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part two of serial killer agatha x innocent reader? 🥹

-> part one

Warnings: 18+ mdni, noncon, stalking/kidnapping/being held hostage, forced intoxication, violence, police, therapy, fingering

You awoke with a pounding headache and stuffy nose from crying the night before. You aren’t sure how you managed to fall asleep after everything that happened.

Agatha was sat between your legs, her hands calm as she ran them over your knees. She propped your leg up leaning her cheek on your knee, “I drafted up a resignation letter for you.”

“You what?” White, hot anger boiled beneath your skin. How dare she. Not only is the woman you loved a murderer and holding you hostage, but completely ripping your life away from underneath you. You glared harshly, mentally shooting daggers at her.

“It won’t change the fact that it already happened. Get over it.” She scoffed, pressing her lips to your inner knee.

You reared your leg away from her, kicking her square in the chest. Pushing her with all the force you could muster, Agatha fell to floor with a hard thud. She huffed as she pulled herself off the carpet, “You know I hate it when you’re upset with me.”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how I feel.” You spat back at her.

Agatha brushed herself off before stomping out of the room. Attempting to free your wrist from the handcuffs only backfired, the metal digging deeper into your skin with each pull. You huffed in defeat just as Agatha returned with cup in her hand.

She sat beside you placing the edge of the cup to your lips, ordering you to drink. You could smell the stringent scent of the alcohol swirling in the glass, turning your head away.

“Drink.” Agatha roughly grabbed your chin lifting your head. Tilting the cup you could feel the burn of vodka on your tongue and hit the back of your throat. Sputtering up the alcohol, Agatha clamped her hand over your mouth forcing you to down it. She repeated that process until the cup was empty. Lying back into the pillows your head felt fuzzy, tears prickling the edges of your eyes. Agatha hovered over you smiling as she caressed the side of your face. Pressing a kiss to your lips you felt her murmur a ‘good girl’ before leaving again.

Days past in a blur with Agatha keeping you in a hazy, buzzed state most of the time. You were slow to register most things until after they have happened. Agatha seemed to enjoy your deliriousness, laughing when you struggled shrug her hands off when they roamed your body; the shirt and shorts she put you in gave her better access. Looming over your body Agatha treasured the sweet moans that escaped your lips as her fingers thrusted into your dripping pussy. Delighting in the confused faces you gave her as you watched her suck her fingers clean of your juices, just see the realization plaster on your face as you felt the delayed thrum of your orgasm spread through your body.

Agatha only kept you sober enough for small conversations, if your tongue felt like it didn’t weigh a ton. Each day that passed your hatred grew every time you looked at her. It was sickening to see Agatha act as if everything was normal.

In your small bits of clarity you tried to find anything to make a weapon or a tool to free yourself, but nothing turned up. Your wallet and small belongings on the far side of the nightstand, except your phone.

You watched with delayed reactions as she scurried about the cabin, shuffling in and out of the bedroom. Agatha was moving too fast for you to keep up so you closed your eyes, opting to listen to her footsteps rise and fall. You registered a pressed kiss to your forehead before you heard the front door click shut and the faint engine of Agatha’s car start up. You felt like you could breathe, now that she left.

The house was silent for a while until a faint knock rapt on the door. It was light enough that you thought you had imagined it. Opening your eyes you strained your ears to see it if happened again. When it didn’t, you deflated, damning wishful thinking.

Outside the window you heard soft crunching in the snow. Agatha had left the blinds up letting you watch the snow fall. A fleeting flash of red wisps of hair passed by. A hope.

“Help!” You strained loud enough for the person to possibly hear you.

The figure backtracked and you swore you never felt your chest so light seeing the face of your friend. “W- Wanda!?” The shock and panic on her face seeing you through the window could be equally compared to yours. Peeling off her black hoodie she wrapped it around her fist, the thickness of her hoodie saving her hand and arms from the glass shards as she broke through the window. Brushing the shards away she climbed through the window, glass crunching beneath her boots.

“How..” the words died on your heavy tongue, still in disbelief. Unpinning her hair Wanda stuck her bobby-pin in the keyhole of the cuff, twisting it to free you. The bruises on your wrist pulsated with returning blood flow.

“We shared locations before you left, remember?” You blew a puff of air as she helped you sit up. Her hazel eyes ran over you, checking for other injuries. Vaguely, you remembered her pressing you to share locations. Relief washed over you realizing that that was your saving grace.

“We have to get out of here.” You mumbled, slowly sliding to the edge of the bed.

“I know,” She stated, “The car is running. Come on.” Wanda helped you stand up, your inactivity has caused your legs to weaken slightly. Quickly swiping your wallet, she carried you over to the window, helping you out of it.

The chilly fresh air in your lungs felt surreal despite the freezing snow numbing your feet. Wanda hopped out the window pulling you on her back, briskly walking to her car. Setting you in the passenger seat she covered you with a blanket to keep you warm.

As Wanda peeled out the driveway, the cabin growing distant, dread pitted your stomach. It felt too easy. It was too easy to get away. A whirlwind of emotions stirred within. Tucking your knees to your chest your body wracked with sobs. Wanda drove as quickly as she could to the police station. You kept looking back in the side view mirror every few minutes.

Spending the rest of the day at the police station was exhausting, to say the least. Wanda sat with you the whole time as you told the detectives what happened, including the secret room in the basement. Wanda saved the location of Agatha’s cabin on her phone, handing to the police for the investigation. Wrapping up all the details you were free to leave. Wanda drove you to her apartment, you and her both knew your place wasn’t safe anymore.

Nowhere where Agatha had been was safe. Completely altered by the presence of her. Her memory tainting, twisting, and warping anything that had been good. You really would have to leave everything behind: your job, your apartment, just to feel a shred of safety.

You hadn’t realized tears were falling until Wanda wiped them away, her soft voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hey,” She gently held your hand, reassuringly, “They are going to catch her.”

You just nodded, leaning into her. Wanda turned on the late night news, the first thing that you saw was the breaking news headline. You perked up, listening closely. Your heart instantly plummeted, face drained of all its color.

The news reporter stating that the detectives have searched the cabin only to find it cleaned and stripped of everything with Agatha no where to be found. No sign that she was even there to begin with.

No. No way she’s gone.

Breathing became a struggle as the tears reappeared again. Wanda made sure you watched as she locked the door and windows. Every slight noise you heard through the thin walls of the apartment made you jump. Wanda didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night. Even when she needed to get up she brought you with her.

Putting in your official resignation was difficult. Wanda had urged you to take the much needed time to recover, going as far as to spruce up a spot for you in her apartment.

—

The next two weeks were terribly agonizing. You played news played nearly constantly, afraid to miss any headway in the investigation. It only fueled your fear when they recounted the gruesome ways each victim was found. Sleep wasn’t an option. Agatha had infested your dreams, distorting them into violent nightmares. Frequently, you would wake up screaming, backed into a corner.

Finally, Wanda had enough. Too many sleepless nights for the both of you had been her breaking point. Wanda had often come home to find you hiding because you heard a noise that scared you. She had sat you down to discuss therapy, unable to continue to bear witness to the paranoid, sleep deprived state you’ve slipped into. Agatha had utterly destroyed the person you once were.

Once you agreed Wanda set up an online therapy session, sitting in on the first one with you to ease your anxieties. The bathroom had become your private space when you were in sessions. Though you slowly progressed, it was ugly. It greatly disheartened you when the detectives and news began to move away from your case. Wanda would hear your voice raise through the walls as you vented. One day you feel like you were getting better just to crash back down again. There were times where you would verbally lash out at Wanda, immediately regretting afterwards. Wanda understood, never judging. Always gently reminding you to take it one step at a time. That healing isn’t linear.

Gradually, Wanda had watched the light slowly revive in your eyes, your smile returning as well. Still struggling with social anxiety, you’ve settled into a remote position. When the nightmares flared up you were able to overcome them with the coping techniques you’ve learned, sleep able to return to you once more. Wanda had helped you get a new phone, though you avoided social media.

Food delivery had been a blessed discovery. When the days dragged on and work seemed never ending delivery had kept you going. You set the preferences to no contact, so the deliverer would be gone by the time you got your food.

Leaning back in your chair you stretched out, alleviating the slight ache in your lower back. The blurred screen of your computer stared back at you as you rubbed your eyes. Your phone pinged. The alert on your screen telling you that your food had arrived.

Opening the door your eyes widened in shock. Not only was the deliverer still standing there but Agatha’s hard eyes were staring straight into yours. A deceptive smile on her face, hiding her monstrosity underneath. Rushing to close the door Agatha stuck her foot in the doorway keeping it from closing, forcing her way inside.

Gasping you stumbled back, gazing at her in disbelief. How the fuck did she find you? A harsh wave of nausea washed over you, a chill running down your spine. Your hands shook, intensely.

“Did you have fun? Did it feel good to think you’ve won and were rid of me?” She tilted her head, stalking forward.

“Leave me alone, you sick fuck.”

She just laughed, lunging at you. Tightly gripping your arm she yanked you towards her. Her arm wrapped around your neck, sweeping your legs from beneath you, cutting off your airway. One of your hands came up the claw at her arm trying to tear it away, your other arm elbowing Agatha in the ribs. Agatha grunted withstanding your blows, her hold coiling tighter. Darkness blotted the edges of your vision as your body steadily lost its fight.

“I told you I needed you.” She pecked the outer shell of your ear, whispering, “I intend on keeping you.”

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