yandere Gun x Fem Reader: Your Mother Loves Me

Drunk Talks

I sat on the bed and dried my hair slowly.

This is a big house.

This room is three times the size of my own room.

The blue walls look nice with the white marble floor.

There's a bathroom, a king sized bed, and a nightstand on each side. The walk-in closet is bigger than my own room too.

I feel uncomfortable.

I feel watched.

I wonder if there's cameras watching me this second.

I hope not.

What should I do now?

Do I go outside?

There was a knock at the door before it opened.

"Hey, what if I was naked!?"

"I had a feeling you weren't."

"Anyways, next time wait till I open the door...weirdo..."

"Come on. Let's have dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Yeah. You like steaks right?"

"Um, yeah, how'd you know that?"

"Who doesn't like steaks?"

"I guess so... did you cook?"

"I did actually."

I nodded.

He stared at me until I slowly got up and followed him out.

This house is big. It's like a maze. I could get lost in here with all these turns and dead ends.

I have a bad feeling.

Could it be the man I met twice and before and he became friends with my mom? Who is walking in the hall next to me with a firm rough hand on my shoulder as if I'll bolt at any second?

Could it be the strange house I'm in that feels like it had eyes in every wall?

Could it be that my father is in a dead alive state?

I'm not sure what I feel.

I feel something, but I've never felt it before.

"Sit."

I glanced at Gun before sitting in the chair.

A giant steak with mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts.

"You made all this? It's a lot?"

"Is it to much?"

Normally I could wolf this down in ten minutes but...

"I'm not hungry. I ate on my way home."

"Don't lie. Just eat."

"But I'm not hungry."

"The steak is great with this red wine. Here, have a sip."

I watched the clear glass fill with the red liquid.

"I don't really drink wine..."

He seemed to become more agitated the more I refused.

"Just eat a little and drink. The moment you start you won't be able to stop."

I guess a little will be okay.

I picked up the fork and knife before cutting a slice.

It was juicy.

There was red but not to much.

"It's good. Thank you."

"Thank you. Have some wine."

I picked up the crystal cup and brought it to my lips.

"Oh my god, why is it so strong?" I wrinkled my nose.

"That's what makes it good. Drink more."

I did as told.

Soon, everything seemed funny.

Not funny.

Weird. It was weird.

I felt funny.

I've never been drunk before.

Is that what is happening?

"Come on, let's get you on the couch."

Gun picked me up and sat me on the armchair

"Look. Isn't it pretty?"

He held up a necklace.

I'm sleepy...

I'm so sleepy...