Entrapped hearts [Yandere Cult X Reader]

Unbelievable

As I recounted what I had found, a heavy silence fell over the room, each of them processing the shocking revelation in their own way. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the walls, intensifying the tense atmosphere in the room.

"But... but Dean wouldn't actually do that," Amelia stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief. Her fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of her shirt as she struggled to come to terms with the disturbing information.

I took a small sip from the bitter wine, nodding solemnly. The taste felt harsh against my tongue, mirroring the bitterness that lingered in the air. 

"Yeah, I know he wouldn't, but I was just... so freaked out," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"That is freaky," Tammy remarked, her eyes wide with horror. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as if trying to distance herself from the unsettling reality of our conversation.

"How come he never got rid of it?" Jasmine inquired, her brows furrowed in confusion. The uncertainty in her voice mirrored the unease that gnawed at the edges of our thoughts.

"I don't know, but it's so creepy. Not only that, but he's been worse," I confessed, my voice trembling with apprehension. I could feel the weight of their gazes, each filled with a mix of concern and disbelief, pressing down on me.

"How the hell can he get worse?" Sandy demanded, her voice tinged with incredulity. Her fists clenched tightly, betraying the anger and frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

"For one, I'm never alone. For two, he watches me sleep. And for three, he keeps bringing up what happened after he caught me and brought me back home," I explained, my hands shaking as I spoke. The memories of those unsettling encounters replayed in my mind, each more disturbing than the last.

"Yeah, my fiance did say he's more cutthroat now. Instead of giving an advance warning or even considering not following his orders, that's it," Jasmine added, her tone grave. The gravity of her words hung heavily in the air, casting a pall over our conversation.

"Wow... I mean, I knew he was pissed, but not that much," Alex murmured, his expression troubled. He ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed in deep thought as he grappled with the implications of Dean's behavior.

"Nah, I don't think it has something to do with you," Sandy interjected, her voice filled with concern. She leaned forward, her eyes searching mine for reassurance amidst the growing unease.

"How so?" I asked, turning to her with a furrowed brow. My heart raced with anticipation, dreading the answer yet craving the clarity it might bring.

"Rumor has it, at the last meeting, Ms. Merlin was tossed into a grave. But that's not the worst part. Some say he waited until he had everyone's attention and then tossed live police officers into the grave," Sandy revealed, her words sending a chill down my spine. The horror of her words lingered in the air, casting a shadow over our once mundane conversation.

"Oh my god," I gasped, the gravity of the situation sinking in as the horrifying truth unfolded before us. The realization that we were in the midst of something far more sinister than we could have ever imagined sent shivers down my spine, as fear and uncertainty gripped us all in its icy embrace.

"Don't worry, they were dirty cops, but still. Can you imagine that? Being buried alive next to dead bodies," Sandy remarked, her voice trembling with horror as she painted a vivid picture of the horrifying ordeal.

"Jesus... wait, Ms. Merlin?" I interjected, a sense of dread creeping over me as I recalled the elderly woman's unsettling fate.

"Yeah, that's what some are saying. It's just... cold," Sandy replied, her voice trailing off as she struggled to articulate the depth of her unease. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, thick with the weight of our shared fear and uncertainty.