Weird Dreams V3 Hurting for a Hurtful Pain 5

I woke up a few minutes after I fell asleep. It was a wonder how I went a whole half day without hearing the other personalities in my head. I was by myself in the apartment. I sighed with relief and quickly dressed myself, hoping to escape while I had the chance. Hopefully, like the others Matice slept with I would never see Izaya Orihara again. My hopes faded when I heard someone in the kitchen.
"You're awake (F/N)? I made breakfast if you want some."
Only a complete idiot would go in there. I ignored him and went for the door.
"I'm also making pancakes if you want those."
"Pancakes?"
Oh no.
Mary spun around and skipped to the kitchen starry-eyed. Pancakes were her favorite food. She could eat them all day. One day she did and it resulted in me puking up at least five pounds of pancakes. We were doomed. Mary wouldn't let up at all no matter the situation.
She skipped happily into the kitchen.
"What kind of pancakes?" She tilted her head cutely, her voice was high and sweet sounding.
"Blueberry and chocolate chip."
I felt my mouth water, my stomach growled agreeing that we should stay and eat.
"Those are my favorites!" Mary chirped happily.
Izaya smiled softly, which creeped me out. He was acting so calm as if he didn't take advantage of me last night. I had to remind myself to scold Mary later for making me sit and have breakfast with a rapist. For now I prayed that he didn't notice my sudden change of character.
"Thanks so much Mr. Orihara!"  
Who am I kidding we're screwed.
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he set the plate down in front of me. Mary beamed and began to drown them in syrup.
'Mary! What are you doing?! We need to get out of here!' Marceline snapped.
'It's no use she can't hear us.' I sighed.
'I've got this.'
'I can handle this Marceline.'
I struggled to gain control. I had to concentrate as hard as I possibly could. I pictured Mary happy in the white room we go in to take control. I had to get to that door. I reached out and twisted the knob. I grabbed Mary by the shoulders and pushed her out with full force.
I raised my hand and made a fist. Perfect I was back once again.
"Sorry, Izaya I really have to get going-"
"Oh? I thought you were hungry."
"I'm not-"
Out of all the times my stomach chose now to growl.
"You're stomach begs to differ."
I bit my lip and began eating.
"Where exactly are you rushing off to?"
I had to come up with something quick, and it had to be believable. Izaya was smarter than the other men Matice slept with.
"I have a doctor's appointment."
"Who's your doctor?"
"Last time I checked I didn't agree to play twenty questions but if you have your mind set on knowing my doctor is Shinra Kishitani." I said calmly though it was a bold statement.
Izaya was silent.
'That shut him up pretty quick, good job (F/N)!' Marceline laughed.
I wore a satisfied smirk as I bit into the drenched pancakes.
"I was just curious is all. No need to get all defensive." Izaya teased
"Curiosity killed the cat." I warned.
"Not if the cat is quick enough to avoid it and gain an upper hand."
This time I was silent.
'That asshole's starting to piss me off. Hurry up and cram those pancakes down your throat so we can get out of here quick!' Marceline growled
She didn't need to tell me twice. After I finished I headed for the door once again. The knob was just in my reach-
"(F/N) leaving without a proper goodbye is considered rude you know."
"?!"
My hand rested on my chest as if attempting to slow its rhythm.
'He just appeared behind me….'
I couldn't let him intimidate me…or at least show that I was.
"Sorry about that, it's just I still have to go to my apartment and shower and I don't want to be late." I forced a small laugh and smile.
"Why don't I walk you to your apartment? It would be the gentlemanly thing to do."
'Tch gentleman my ass. What does he want to protect you from? Others like him?' Marceline hissed.
I opened the door.
"No thanks I'll just-"
Izaya pushed himself in front of me and closed me and closed the door.
"No, no I insist."
***
We were halfway there when Izaya decided we needed to "talk" in private.
"Where exactly do you want us to talk?" I asked.
"I was thinking the alley. It'll be quick I assure you."
I walked into the nearest alley with Izaya close behind.
"(F/N)-chan, I've been thinking a lot since we first met. And I've come to the conclusion that,"
He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around me. I hated how comfortable and safe I felt in his arms. The handsome man brushed my hair back and whispered softly in my ear.
"I have no use for you."
A sharp pain filled my body. I gasped and fell on my knees, and saw Izaya's right hand pull out a switchblade from my abdomen.
"I hate getting my hands dirty. Usually if I want someone taken care of I hire someone to do the job but this was necessary. You move in any direction without my guidance. Normally I'd find this amusing and would love to see this all play out, but your infatuation with me is too distracting from the plans I have. Not to mention your constant change of character."
"What are you-"
Izaya cut me vertically across the chest. I groaned and felt blood drip from my new wound.
"No interruptions (F/N)-chan~ I know you love me but I'm afraid I can't return your feelings. After you said 'I love you' I realized I'm incapable of loving a single person. It's better to just dispose of you now and I'll have nothing left to worry about." He smiled crookedly
"I'll just make you look like another slasher victim."
I had felt scared before but never to this extent. I knew he had issues but I never thought he could be…. a complete psychopath.
My personalities; I couldn't hear their voices anymore.
'Mary! Marceline! Can you hear me?!'
As Izaya kept tearing at my body with his switchblade, he was going on and on about how I was a masochist and enjoyed any sort of pain he inflicted on me.
Once he was done he stood above me grinning sadistically.
"Any last words (F/N)-chan?"
Shizuo was the first to come in mind. I never did get to tell that idiot how I felt.
"Shizuo…"
I let that single name be the last breath that escaped my lips. As two single tears streamed down my face, Izaya positioned himself for the final blow. I loosened all the tension from my body and accepted whatever Izaya had in store for me.