The Villainess and I, her Zombie

XXXX was just an ordinary middle-schooler.

One day he helped out a girl wearing another school's uniform.

What did he do? He pulled her away from a barrel that someone had light a fire inside.

For whatever reason that girl, YYYY, was desperately trying to pull something out from the fire, disregarding the horrible burns that she was giving herself.

In his stupidity, XXXX had assumed that the girl was being bullied by someone from her school and the things in the burning barrel were some important things that the awful bullied took away from poor YYYY and set on fire.

So with that in mind, he hurriedly took out a handkerchief and a bottle of water he had on him and did his best to treat YYYY's wounds before taking her to the hospital.

XXXX did that all without taking even a single good look at the YYYY's expression.

Because what XXXX didn't know was that the things burning inside the barrel were the belongings she had stolen from her previous obsession and was getting rid of because the police were about to launch an investigation against YYYY after multiple charges about stalking and sending multiple death threats to her target's friends and family were pressed by the actually poor victim.

YYYY was trying to retrieve some of the evidence because one of them was a doll made with her previous target's hair.

...if only XXXX wasn't so blind...

Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned different if only XXXX realized that by showing YYYY anything resembling human kindness he would put a great red target on his back for her disgusting obsession.

XXXX left the girl in the hospital forgetting to ask for her name or even reveal his own...

...but it only took as much as him returning home for ALL of his social media accounts to be folded by the messages from YYYY.

With that gargantuan red light flashing right in front of him he made the mistake of not instantly blocking her and instead responded.

XXXX and YYYY started talking.

YYYY made an effort to seem normal.

Funny, their age was basically the same with only a month or two of difference but if someone were to compare the mentality of the two it would be like putting a new notebook next to a cesspool.

Only after a few days of exchanging messages, XXXX agreed on a meeting, after all, he had already seen the person he would be meeting with...

...the two of them met in a normal location - in front of the train station.

Then they went to some fancy cafe.

But on their way to another place, YYYY pulled XXXX to the side and told him she wants to show him something special.

XXXX's imagination had run wild and he agreed without a single doubt in his mind and followed the girl through some back alleys into a secluded location and...

...before he knew it a high voltage of the stun-gun brought him to his knees and a telescopic baton smashed against his head knocking him out...

XXXX woke up a few hours later, gagged and strapped to a chair in some moldy basement, just in time to see YYYY returning with a sports bag making out an unpleasant metallic sound.

XXXX tried to scream, but the gag was completely blocking his mouth.

XXXX tried to free himself, but multiple layers of duck tape could as well be heavy metal shackles.

Seeing him awake YYYY smiled and let out a creepy laugh.

She was incredibly excited, it was the first time she went as far with her obsession but she certainly did prepare well.

Because, as it might have been already clear, YYYY wasn't just some poor bullied girl, but a full-on offender with an unstable mind that refused to get better no matter how expensive therapists her rich parents hired.

Some people are simply beyond any help.

XXXX had the poor luck of experiencing meeting such a person and attracting her attention.

Because taught by her previous experiences, YYYY realized that only stalking her target, sneaking little pieces of herself into his food, and making sure that no one else dares to approach him isn't nearly enough to truly take him into her possession.

That put an idea into her head to get her target somewhere where no one would look for him and made sure that he will no longer be able to escape her ever again.

After affectionately greeting the shocked XXXX, YYYY put the bag down and unzipped it showing a disturbing amount of gardening tools that should have no use in an empty basement with only a chair and a boy strapped to it...

And then YYYY pulled out a pair of sheers and snipped it before a wide smile bloomed on her face.

*snip* *snip* *snip*

Went the sheers cutting through the air.

"Yes... I need to make sure that you won't run away from me."

YYYY declared and approached XXXX.

No matter how much he struggled, XXXX couldn't get away, the duck tape was holding him down securely even when he began ripping apart his skin with his futile struggle.

That damned duck tape...

YYYY simply smiled and kneeled down by XXXX legs.

*snip* *snip* *snip*

Went the sheers cutting through the air.

Then YYYY took off XXXX shoes and socks.

*snip* *snip* *snip*

Went the sheers cutting through the air.

...then the YYYY shuddered in excitement and...

"SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

Went the sheers cutting through the skin and tendons of XXXX's left leg.

XXXX almost choked on his own saliva as the gag blocked most of his scream of agony.

That pain was too much for a boy who never even sprained a single bone in his body.

But that wasn't the end...

*snip* *snip* *snip*

Went the bloodstained sheers cutting through the empty air, hungry for the taste of flesh.

XXXX cried and wailed and tried to escape but the only thing that this brought him was more pain from the multiple layers of duck tape digging deeper and deeper into his flesh.

YYYY clung to his right leg and moaned from the excitement, she put the cold, slippery sheers to XXXX's right leg and...

"SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

Went the bloodthirsty sheers cutting through the skin and tendons, crippling the other leg of the boy.

"Now you can't run away from me... with that, we can be together forever!"

YYYY moaned shivering from excitement as she licked the scarlet blood off the sheers.

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