Patrick Bateman x FemReader

date night

Y/n worked in an office building near a bank.. for around 2-3 months before she had been asked out by a very gentleman-looking guy, slick back hair, combed nicely and the most classy suits every time he walked into work. She'd pass by him every time both of them went into work, y/n would occasionally wave at him and smile but he'd always ignore or stay silent. He wasn't a shower but she didn't mind, she'd eventually talk to him day by day when they'd both pass each other. She'd always start small talk, asking about his day and such.

Days pass, Patrick would eventually confess to her about his love for her, she was to "die" for. Y/n immediately accepted him as she had also liked him back. They both planned a date night, setting it a couple days after at a fancy restaurant.

[ time skip ]

She arrived at restaurant in a fancy black dress (below)

He'd greet her, handing out his hand while he locked eyes into her (eye color) eyes. Y/n would hold his hand and follow him, he'd then lead her immediately to their seat that he had reserved.

"Fancy place.." y/n looked around from her seat, then smiling at Patrick with her red tinted lips.

"Just for you." He'd return the smile back at her before going through the menu carefully.

"Oh! The menu." Y/n notices the menu from Patrick and opens it, slowly reading through the book before she finally decides on her order.

"..you.. done?" He'd ask after a while, before y/n nodded as a yes. He took the sign and called for a waiter, then gave the waiter their order. As both of them were patiently waiting for their orders, y/n decided to small talk it out.

"You've been awfully silent now, is there anything wrong?" Y/n would ask, looking at him. Meanwhile, Patrick was staring down at the cutlery on his table, the knife beside his plate to be more specific. He took a deep breath in before snapping back into his senses after y/n asked.

".. yeah! I'm doing fine." He'd say in a panic before slicking back his hair, taking his eyes off of the knife to not seem suspicious.

Y/n just brushed it off before their food finally arrived in time.

They soon ate their food and shared little stories in the middle of it. They cracked some jokes and had good laughs with it too. Then comes the wine, y/n would have multiple glasses and slowly get drunk from them.

Patrick would just stare her down, watching her gulp down the alcohol.. getting intoxicated second by second. He was planning a lot of things in his head, but y/n was just in her own world to notice it.

"Hey y/n, I'll be paying now." He says, cleaning himself off before putting the money in the check and calling out to the staff to pay up. Y/n nodded as she had her last sip of wine, Patrick shook his head and chuckled at her unaware act.

"Why not bring you to my place?" Patrick asked suddenly, then walking up to her seat, grabbing one of her arms and putting it around his shoulders to pick her up and walk her to his car so they could go home. Y/n just agreed without thinking and followed him.

They both arrive at his home after a 15-20 minute drive.

Y/n plopped on the couch as she let her heels hang from the edge, she was tired and obviously too drunk to think or do anything.

"I'll prepare something for you in the kitchen." He'd tell her, then walk to the kitchen to grab some "things".. He would grab a kitchen knife from near the sink and hide it behind his back. He then walked back to the living room, heading towards y/n with one of his hands hidden behind his back.

"H-Hey.. what did you get for me?" She'd give a droopy smile to him, slowly opening her shut eyes before..

Patrick tried to strike a kitchen knife straight into her chest! She'd luckily dodged it by swiftly moving off the couch, she quickly got back to her senses and ran off to the bedroom, locking herself in it, while in an extreme panicked state.

Patrick groaned in anger, gripping the knife more and pulling it out of the cushion immediately. Then power-walking to the bedroom door.

Y/n was behind the door, trying to push it back as she was thinking of things to stall him or at least give her some time. She looked at the window before biting down her lip in stress. She could've never escaped through there, it was extremely risky to hang by the edge.. y/n would try to think of more ideas but footsteps get closer and closer to the door.

"Unlock the door bitch!" He screamed behind the door, aggressively trying to unlock the door. The doorknob was shaking so aggressively from y/ns side of the room. "Don't you fucking dare get in here!" She'd shout back at him, looking around the room to search for a telephone or something so she could call for help.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of gadgets nearby. She panicked even more at the point, she stood behind the door, just trying to think at the last minute.

Meanwhile, on Patrick's side. He was trying to open up the door, trying to break the doorknob in multiple ways. But at the end, he shoved the knife right into the keyhole and unlocked it somehow. He sighed in relief before laughing at his own achievement.

Y/n thought it was over so she'd lean on the door to help hear what was happening on the other side.

Not even seconds, the door bursts open. Patrick slams y/n on the ground, leaving her helpless on the floor slightly injured. He'd look down on her before grasping onto the knife tighter and smirking.

"I'm gonna fucking skin you alive baby." He claimed, locking the door behind them before y/n would crawl back onto the bed and hit the wall behind it.

Y/n whimpered in pure fear, grabbing the sheets tightly. "D-don't kill me.." She'd stutter, almost forming tears in her eyes.

Patrick got onto the bed, pulling off his coat before aiming the knife towards her throat and then lifting her chin up with the knife. He'd stare down into her eyes. In this situation, y/n would get locked and mesmerised into his eyes like crazy.

Both of them were face to face, Patrick had her pinned down on the bed as he slightly hovered above of her. Keeping her as still as a statue with the knife threatening her in a way. "I'll make you pay for this." He smiled at her.

The knife slid down her throat and down to her collarbone, it left some bleeding but surprisingly didn't hurt her too much.