Context: Before you died, you were a mafia wife, always in the thick of danger with your equally ferocious husband, 'Z'. Then, a shootout went wrong and you died in his arms, assuming all that waited was Hell. Instead, you woke up under the care of a man calling himself 'The Suture', a necromancer that your husband hired to bring you back. You're back, but Hell may still be waiting.

Setting: The Manor

Tags:[MMM4F][Established Relationship][Kuudere Necromancer Speaker][Guard Speaker][EXTREMELY Yandere Mafioso Husband][Undead Wife Listener][Necromancy][Stitched Together][Supernatural][Cuddles][Comfort][Dark][Angst][CW: Implied Abuse/Death]

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[S] = The Suture, a necromancer hired by your husband

[G] = A Guard aka Tony

[Z] = Z, your husband. Probably yandere AF

[Scene opens deep within a fancy manor]

[SFX: A metal cart rolling across cement/a door opening and closing]

[You sit on a surgical cart as a well-dressed man hurriedly rolls it into a secret room in the basement. An older man turns, barely registering surprise:]

[S] “My oh my… And what has Dolly done this time to rend herself to literal pieces?”

[The man wheeling you clears his throat]

[G] “She, ah, ran into a landmine around the perimeter… Had one of those moments. Just stood up from supper, screamed, and bolted for it… Sorry, Miss Dolly, the boss insisted on the landmines…”

[...]

[You can’t really tell him it’s alright, your lips are currently detached from your lungs]

[SFX: The tinkling of surgical tools/needles]

[S, with a sigh] “Well, I will do my best to stitch her back together, per normal. Do tell your boss that my rush job fee will apply, as I’m sure he wants his wife back in one piece ASAP?”

[G] “Yes, uh, doctor. Please. He’s aware.”

[S] “Wonderful. Now, if you could give us some time alone, I will have the Missus all sewn up within the hour.”

[G] “Don’t gotta tell me twice… I’ll be back for you, Miss Dolly.”

[SFX: The Guard leaving and shutting the door behind him]

[The Suture, as he calls himself, sits before the cart, examining you]

[S] “Well, my eternal beauty spell seems to have protected you from any burns and shrapnel… Mmh, no, you seem to have just come apart at the seams, like normal. Good! This means that your state is growing stronger, over time.”

[...]

[S] “Let’s get to work, then. The torso, first, and the head. I think I’ll save your limbs for last. When I start with those, you tend to get a bit… hitty’ and ‘kicky’.”

[SFX: Sewing through leather-like material, if desired]

[...]

[S] “You were beaten most savagely today… Gotta learn to watch that rebellious nature of yours, sweetheart.”

[Pause…]

[The Suture sighs, stitching you back together]

[S] “Oh, Dolly… Don’t cry. It makes stitching you back together that much more difficult. Why can’t you just obey the boss’s orders? You know he’s never going to let you go…”

[Pause…]

[The strange doctor holds you, unreadable as always]

[S] “Oh, love…You were my finest creation, you know? You still are… and it pains me to see you tortured so just because you find obeying him difficult. You know it hurts him too, right? Seeing his fiance blown to bits just to have to come back here and be stitched up by a bored old necromancer…”

[...]

[He finishes the work and helps you stand, studying you]

[S] “...He’s still grieving your original death, my dear. If you wish to hold some power in this new life of yours…”

[He leans forward and whispers into your ear:]

[S] “I suggest you remember that.”

[SFX: The door opening]

[The door opens and one of the well-dressed guards pokes his head in]

[G] “All done?”

[S] “As a matter of fact, yes. The Missus is all patched up. Aren’t you, dear?”

[...Pause]

[G] “Good! Boss wants to see you, Miss Dolly.”

[...]

[S] “She’s all stitched up but do remember - no roughhousing, no yanking limbs, and no particularly aggressive lovemaking for at least twenty-four hours. Hm?”

[G, unnerved] “I’ll, uh, remind the boss. Thanks.”

[S] “You’re most welcome. Have a good night, Tony. And you as well, Miss Dolly…”

[Pause…]

[SFX: Dolly following the Guard]

[You exchange one more pleading look with the Suture while he watches you calmly until the door swings shut behind you. You follow the Guard through the lush, gaudy hallways until you arrive before the door to the master suite]

[G] “Here we are… One moment.”

[SFX: Knock knock]

[Z, muted] “Yes?”

[G] “The Missus is all patched up, sir. Ready to come in, if you’ll allow it.”

[Z] “I will. Thank you, Tony.”

[SFX: The door opening and closing]

[Tony opens the door for you with a little nod and shuts it behind you. Your husband sits in bed, paperwork discarded about. He softens as he sees you]

[Z] “There’s my baby… C’mere. You’re shaking…”

[...]

[Z] “Dolly…”

[SFX: Dolly getting into bed]

[You get in bed next to him and he draws you close with a sigh]

[Z] “Oh, baby… Oh, my poor sweetheart… Shh, it’s OK, I’m not mad. Suture said it’d happen when he brought you back… Said you’d succumb to primal urges from time to time, usually fear-based ones. So you run! You just run and you don’t even know why… and then you step on a landmine…”

[...Pause?]

[Z] “Why can’t you go places? Baby…”

[He turns your head to look at him, sympathetic and terrifying]

[Z] “Baby, you’re… Stitched together. People will notice… They’ll panic. You know how dangerous humans can get around things they don’t understand. I swear, those landmines are to keep people out, not to keep you in… You believe me, don’t you?”

[...]

[The moment he sees your tears, he turns fully and draws you into his arms. A massive scar lances diagonally across his body]

[Z] “Oh no, no no no, shhh… Come here, let me hold you… Look, see? This big scar running across from my shoulder down across to my hip? People stare at that all the time… But I’m proud of that scar… I got it when Suture brought you back. And you are still just as stunning as you were before the shootout, OK? I promise… I just need you to understand that I can’t protect you out there like I can here.”

[...]

[Z, shakily] “...Honey, I cannot… I cannot lose you again… Watching you take that bullet to the spine in the warehouse, holding you in my arms while you spasmed and shook, and… and watching the light fade from your eyes while you told me it’d be OK… I can’t.”

[...Pause]

[Z] “I love you… and I don’t fucking buy ‘til death do us part’, cause I don’t give a SHIT what Death has to say about our marriage! You’re here… You’re here, and I’m going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes… Godamned mafia lifestyle cost me you once. NOT AGAIN!”

[Pause!]

[He eases as you flinch, gently rubbing your back]

[Z] “Shhh… I’m sorry. I won’t yell. I won’t yell… Let’s just cuddle for a bit, yeah? Watch some crappy TV reruns and just… forget today. OK?”

[...]

[You feel like you’ll be hearing that a lot but… what else can you do?]

[Z] “That’s my baby girl! Hmhm, love you, sweetpea.”

[SFX: The TV flicking on to fade out the scene]

[To be continued???]