#i think jade would also subject you to the crocodile teeth game

[merakiui]

I love the concept of serial killer Jade! It kinda got me thinking of a scenario where reader "kills" him and escapes. He doesn't die and wants to get back at you, but knowing him he wouldn't take revenge immediately instead indirectly torturing you to your breaking point. On the other hand, he probably would have taken some kind of twisted "interest" in you for being able to escape him once so in the end he might even kill you in the end, though death would be the better option than whatever Jade has in store for you. Idk just a thought but I would love to hear your thoughts. This isn't a request just curious what mind games Jade would pull on reader.

I decided to talk about more than just mind games.

(cw: yandere, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of murder/death/blood, mind games/psychological torture, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied cannibalism)

Jade’s home.

Jade lives alone in a spacious studio flat that is stuffed full of plants. He likes to grow all kinds of things, from mushrooms to flowers to houseplants. Not only do his plants provide cleaner indoor air, they also brighten the room with their greenery. Most of his dissections are done in the bathroom, specifically the bathtub. He can’t stand a dirty living space, so he makes sure to clean up after he’s finished. His home is always neat, organized, and sterile, and most days it smells of fragrant teas and lavender blossoms. He does not receive guests and only ever meets with Floyd and Azul outside of his home (at cafés for example). 

Jade’s relationships.

Ever since he moved out of the small apartment he shared with Floyd, which left his brother confused and somewhat hurt over the sudden decision, he’s led a quiet and private life. It feels as if the brothers drift apart with each day, and if Floyd and Azul make note of the obvious rift Jade denies such claims. This has always been their usual, hasn’t it?

Captivity.

The longest he’s ever lived with a victim has been one week and that soon changes once he begins the nine months with you (which he marks off on a calendar to keep track of the passing days). Jade doesn’t enjoy having other people encroach on his space, especially if they’re prone to make messes. When you’re trapped in Jade’s house, you will spend most of your time restrained. He prefers to keep you chained in the bathroom because that is the easiest space to clean should you make a mess, but when he’s home with you you’ll be freed of the shackles and will be permitted to roam the house. Jade will bathe and feed you because he doesn’t trust you to do it by yourself and the last thing he wants is you spoiling any delicious part of your body. He expects you to stretch when he’s home to ease your tension and keep your muscles healthy, and you’ll be fed meals with lots of nutritional value.

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Jade tries to use every part of his victims in an effort to reduce waste. He uses their bones to make his own bone meal for his plants, he collects and freezes gallons of blood to use in dishes and teas, and he finds creative ways to make a meal out of their innards. He’s considered using their hair to make wigs, but he’s not quite sure what use he would have for them. His freezer comes in handy when he needs to store certain parts that can’t be consumed right away. Other (low-quality) body parts are likely to be turned into some sort of paste or the human equivalent of chum, which he’s thought about casting into the sea for other carnivores to enjoy. He’ll keep high-quality cuts and organs for himself, though.

Mind games and miscellaneous activities.

Jade likes to play with you. It’s his form of stress relief. One of his favorite games involves blindfolding you, placing your hand on a cutting board (fingers spread), and forcing you to listen as the tip of the knife embeds in the wood—the only sound you’ll hear in the tense room (aside from your heavy breathing). Jade has told you that if the blade so much as nicks you he’ll bring the knife down on that finger and take it for himself. He plays this game every Saturday evening; you’ve yet to lose your fingers, but you’re waiting for the moment when he slips up in his perfect pattern and severs the appendage.

Every morning, he’ll sit on the sofa with you to watch the news. Jade feels a twisted sense of satisfaction to witness the hope drain from your eyes when you spot your face on the TV and listen to the newscaster as they explain that they’ve yet to secure any leads in your missing person case. You’ll watch people you know as they’re interviewed about you. You saw Azul on there once, barely holding in his tears as he tells the reporter he’s hoping you’re safe out there and that you’ll come home soon. You tried to look away, but Jade’s delicate fingers had gripped your chin and forced you to confront your reality. You will die here—he must remind you of that fact so that you won’t grow too comfortable or hopeful.

When he finally brings someone else home, you’ll be forced to soothe the poor victim as they struggle in their bindings, their cries muffled by the tape stuck over their mouth. You’ll talk to them about anything peaceful, really, and assure them that things will be okay. Once they’ve succumbed to the sedatives, you’ll have to stand by as Jade drags them into the bathroom. He makes you watch as he goes about his routine, subjecting them to a quick, bloody death. The bathtub fills with crimson, and Jade expects you to provide him with the necessary tools and equipment as he requests it. The dissection will be permanently stuck in your mind, oozing into your dreams like the blood that spills from the victim’s corpse. 

Jade likes guessing games. Sometimes he’ll place two dishes in front of you and ask you to choose which one you’d like to eat. He’ll eat the one that isn’t picked. One of them is a human-based dish and the other has been made with animal meat from a butcher’s shop. He’s prepared both expertly, so much so that they look and smell incredibly appetizing. There is no indication on his face that you’ve picked the right one when you finally make your decision and he won’t tell you which is which. He just stares at you while he feasts, mismatched eyes pinning you to your seat. He never lets you waste food and you know that skipping meals is viewed as a criminal offense in his home, so you’re forced to dig into the meal as if it doesn’t contain human organs. Even if your dish is safe, you still feel nauseous consuming it.