Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Y/n!// Stiles

You whimpered as she pushed you into a chair, Stiles Stilinski bled heavily in the corner. The blade of the knife slid across your shoulder, making your heart shudder.

Jennifer Blake was holding you in the chair of her classroom once you figured out that she was the Druid. Sheriff Stilinski was attempting to help you, but ended up getting hurt himself. 

She knew your powers, even though you didn't.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n," she smirked. "You know so much better than to call for help."

You silently prayed that someone could save you from your death.

Sheriff Stilinski pulled a gun from his holster, pointing it at Jennifer. 

She lifted her hand, the knife twisting deeper into Stilinski. 

"No!" you cried. "Stop! It's me you want, right? Hurt me, not him!"

She put the knife back against your throat, leaning down where her lips pressed against your ear.

"I want you to scream, y/n," she said, the knife pressing harder against your throat, the warm liquid slipping down your throat. "Scream, y/n, scream."

You let it rip. You mustered enough energy for you to scream. 

Stiles banged on the door, screaming your name. "Y/n!"

You knew then, the moment you finished screaming that it was over. They weren't letting you out.

You were dead.

She pulled the knife, slicing your throat. 

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sorry for no update yesterday i was hanging out with my friend

and today someone killed themselves at my apartment complex