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It was bad.

I wanted more of it.

That wasn't enough.

I did my best to comfort him while he drove us home. I would have, but I didn't know the way. My mind was split between him in the moment, and thinking about his other side.

"What are we going to do," he looked at me as he pulled into the driveway. "I just killed someone. What are the kids at school going to do?"

"Shh," I put my hand on his arm. "We're going to get you inside, cleaned up, and then we'll talk."

I wanted to just focus on helping him only so bad, but that evil side of him kept prying into my head, chipped ruler in hand with that sinful smile.

'Bring me back, (Y/N).' a distorted voice echoed in my head, barely audible. 'I know you're curious. It'd be a shame if he were to get all fixed up and then you bring me back out again, wouldn't it?~'

The voice pounded through my head. I put my hand on my forehead and ran my fingers through my hair. I was totally going insane. But it was so tempting. I wanted to know more. I wanted to see more.

I gritted my teeth. I felt so ashamed, but I just couldn't help myself.

"Baldi," I said quietly, leading him to the bedroom and sitting him down. "I'm going to tell you what you did."

He nodded and turned to me, sighing. "I'm pretty sure I know what I did." His voice was saddened and ashamed.

Maybe bringing out his other side will make him forget... I told myself, trying to justify my own actions.

I opened my mouth to speak, tell him the truth about what he did, but no words came out. He just sat there, patiently waiting for me to tell him the story.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a small voice, reaching out for me.

"I'm fine..." I sighed and swung my leg over his hip, positioning myself on his lap, my body itching to feel something. "You killed the Principal."

His face seemed unsurprised, more of a dissapointed acceptance. "I thought so."

"You're not surprised...?" I asked quietly.

He sadly shook his head. "No, not really. I think you may have already figured this out but, I kind of have two-"

"Sides." I finished his sentence. I looked away in slight embarrassment. "And I don't know if it's just me having some crazy delusions from all of this stuff that's been happening, but your other side is-"

"Getting in your head." My head snapped back to look at him. That damned smile was back. "I can finish your sentences too."

That was quick.

I felt slightly terrified, but also excited.

"Long time no see, (Y/N). It's been almost a half an hour." He spoke with a deeper, huskier tone than usual. He still kept his sarcastic sense of humor though.

"You never answered my question..." he trailed off, running his fingers through my hair at a painfully slow pace, probably just to tease me. "Are you proud of me?" The question sounded harsh and slightly annoyed.

He stared at me, pulling me deeper into his sickening charm.

Lacing my fingers underneath his collar, I yanked at his tie and pulled his head forward, touching my forehead to his.

"I am."

His grin widened. "Good."

I almost forgot to blink. I just couldn't stop staring, and he knew that.

"There's a problem, though," he looked away and faked sadness. He trailed an ice-cold hand up my back, sliding under my shirt, causing me to twitch. "My blood's still pumping. That pathetic fight wasn't enough."

My face heated up, combating the goosebumps layering my entire body. He just kept pulling me farther and farther down. Half of my mind was screaming stop and the other was shoving me farther into the situation.

I gave in.

"Okay then. Do whatever you want." I spat out, heartbeat quickening.

"Whatever I want?~" He repeated, stopping the rhythmic pets and grabbing my hair in his fist.

I bit my lip, wincing a tiny bit. "Just don't kill me," I laughed, letting go of his tie.

He chuckled and pulled my head back with my hair, exposing more of my already bruised neck. "Why would I? I wouldn't get to hear you beg anymore." He said plainly, like it was an obvious fact.

I felt his lips on my neck, running along my jawline. He made small breathy sounds close to my ear.

"Is that all you want me alive for?" I choked, having trouble speaking with the position my head was in. I knew he didn't mean it, but I wanted to hear him tell me that I was more than that.

He paused and pulled back, smirking and shaking his head. "Don't play stupid with me, (Y/N). Don't make me ruin the moment with sappy shit."

"Ruin the moment." I stuck out my tongue and gave him a childish smile.

"Girls always want the fluffy stuff." He rolled his eyes and took my chin with two fingers and pulled me back closer to him. "You know that you're the only thing that matters to me anymore. I speared my boss in the heart for you. And I'd do it again. And again.A̸̡͍̝̫̖̰͈͕̗͇͆̓̇̀͑̑͒ṋ̵̟̓͌̈́̓͐̍͗d̵͖̬̰̦̜̳̟̣́ ̶̡̡̛̺̩̀̀̍̈́̌̓̃̇͊͘ä̶̦̮̘̟̱͇̯̬̭̖̏̋̑͋̇̄̊͑̇̕g̴̼̰͖͓̲͉̗͙͋̚͝ȃ̴̡̱͚̳̫̜̹̙̰͇͌̀̎ỉ̵̞̻̫͓̹̻̪̞̒͜͜ͅņ̴̱̘͎̹͎̫̭̅̈͌̔͗̓͛͐͝.̶͉̠̟̣͓̟̉͛͌̎͜"

His twisted words made my heart skip. A flustered expression painted my face and he seemed almost agitated. Not that he didn't want to see me happy, more of the fact that he just hated cutesy stuff.

He growled and grabbed my hips roughly, digging his fingers under the waistband of my skirt.

I yelped at the sudden movement, giving him a quizzical look. His face looked like he was restraining himself to his limit.

His smile twitched and he tugged it down over my hips. "You're killing me here."

"Hmm, that sucks," I said quietly, pulling my legs out of the skirt. "You're the one killing I thought."

He seemed to finally snap. His hands shoved me down onto the bed, tearing my shirt and bra off in a fury. "Don't make me wait for things.~" He growled, taking both of my wrists in one hand and pinning them over my head.

Every time he touched me, I couldn't help but make small whining sounds from the roughness. I was a little scared at what he'd do to me, but that was part of the fun.

Fear and excitement go hand in hand.

"The little sounds you make when I touch you," he muttered, running his hand from my cheek, all the way down my stomach, hips and the side of my thigh. "I love them."

I bit my lip hard, looking up at him and wriggling my wrists. His grip was too tight to move them at all. He ran his hand up my torso again, groping me with zero remorse.

"But you didn't listen to me when I told you not to go to his office," he sighed, exploring me shamelessly, and rather roughly, with his free hand. "And you know the drill."

There was definitely a different vibe than the first time. No consent. No gentleness. Just pure lust. I couldn't help but squirm underneath him. I've never been touched like this before. Even when we went the whole way, he didn't.

"P-uh," I breathed, staring up at him, struggling to put my damn words together. "-nishment."

He smiled and let go of my breast, taking my chin again. "Exactly.~ Aren't you smart."

"Baldi-" I stuttered, feeling so many emotions at once. Fear, deviancy, anxiety, greed, bother.

"Call me sir for now, won't you, angel? It'll make when you scream my name more special.~"

His tone was very authoritative. I nodded and breathed out, my heart speeding. My face was on fire, along with the rest of my body.

"Yes, sir."

He was in control, after all.

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