Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 49: Eleanor’s Punishment

Mia walked down the sidewalk with her friends, her high-pitched laughter cutting through the air. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her voice loud and confident as she gossiped about anyone and everyone. Eventually, the topic shifted to someone she hadn't thought about in a while: Holo.

"Can you believe he's back?" Mia said, rolling her eyes. "I mean, who does he think he is? That pathetic loser should've just stayed gone."

Her friends laughed, nodding in agreement. "He's always been weird," one of them added. "And you actually played him, didn't you?"

Mia smirked, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Yeah, but it's not my fault he was so easy to manipulate. He's just so... desperate. It was kind of fun at the time."

They all laughed again, their voices blending into a cruel harmony. As the group reached the corner, Mia waved her friends off. "I'll catch you guys later," she said, heading down a quieter street.

She didn't get far before she noticed someone walking toward her. A girl with shoulder-length brown hair and piercing green eyes. She moved with an eerie grace, her gaze locked onto Mia with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Excuse me," Mia said nervously, stepping to the side to let the girl pass. But the girl didn't move. Instead, she stopped directly in front of Mia, her expression calm but unnervingly focused.

"Are you Mia?" the girl asked, her voice soft but carrying an edge that made Mia's stomach twist.

"Uh, yeah," Mia replied, her brows furrowing. "Who's asking?"

The girl smiled faintly, though her eyes remained cold. "I'm Eleanor," she said simply. "Holo's girlfriend."

Mia froze, her heart skipping a beat. "Wait... Holo? You're his girlfriend?"

Eleanor nodded. "That's right."

Mia let out a nervous laugh, taking a small step back. "Look, I don't know what he told you, but—"

"Why did you deceive him?" Eleanor interrupted, her tone sharp. "Why did you play with his feelings and humiliate him?"

Mia blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I—I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. "I didn't do anything—"

"Don't lie to me," Eleanor said, her voice growing colder. "I know everything, Mia. You toyed with him, made him believe you cared about him, only to tear him down in front of everyone. So I'm asking you again—why?"

Mia opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Her mind raced, searching for an excuse, but Eleanor's piercing green eyes seemed to see right through her.

"You don't have an answer, do you?" Eleanor said, her smile returning, though it didn't reach her eyes. "That's fine. You don't need to answer me here. You can tell me somewhere more... private."

She gestured for Mia to follow her, but Mia took another step back, shaking her head. "No way," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not going anywhere with you."

Eleanor sighed, tilting her head slightly. "I was hoping you'd cooperate," she said softly. "But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. People like you never take responsibility for their actions."

Before Mia could respond, Eleanor reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "Mia Harper," she began, her voice calm but laced with menace. "Date of birth: June 14th. Current address: 32 Maplewood Drive. Social Security number: 231-45-6789. IP address: 192.168.1.14."

Mia's blood ran cold, her eyes widening in horror as Eleanor listed off her private information with chilling precision. "H-how do you know all that?" she stammered, her voice shaking. "What do you want from me?"

Eleanor took a step closer, her smile fading as her expression turned serious. "I want you to follow me," she said simply. "And I suggest you do it. Because if you don't, I'll make sure this information finds its way to everyone you know. Your friends, your family, your coworkers. Imagine how they'd react if they knew all your dirty little secrets."

Mia's legs felt like jelly as she stared at Eleanor, her mind racing with panic. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat. She could see the determination in Eleanor's eyes, the unwavering confidence that made it clear she wasn't bluffing.

"Fine," Mia whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll go with you."

Eleanor's smile returned, though it was as cold as ever. "Good," she said, turning on her heel and gesturing for Mia to follow. "Let's get going."

Mia hesitated for a moment before reluctantly falling into step behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea where Eleanor was taking her, but one thing was certain—she was in way over her head.

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Eleanor led Mia through the dimly lit streets, her footsteps calm and deliberate. Mia followed reluctantly, her eyes darting around as if looking for a way to escape. Her heart raced, but she knew better than to make a move. Eleanor's calm but terrifying demeanor, coupled with her ability to expose Mia's secrets, kept her frozen with fear.

They stopped in front of an old, decrepit relic shop. The faded sign above the door creaked in the wind, and the dusty windows obscured the view inside. Mia frowned, her confusion momentarily outweighing her fear. "What... what are we doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Eleanor didn't answer. She pushed open the door, the bell above it jingling softly as she stepped inside. Mia hesitated before following, her stomach churning as the smell of aged wood and rusted metal filled her nostrils.

Inside, the shop was cluttered with relics and antiques—suits of armor, ancient weapons, and various other historical artifacts. Eleanor moved with purpose, her green eyes scanning the room until they landed on her prize: a fully functional iron maiden standing ominously in the corner.

The shopkeeper, an older man with a grizzled beard, raised an eyebrow as Eleanor approached. "That's quite the piece you're eyeing," he said, his voice gravelly. "You sure you're interested in something like that?"

Eleanor smiled faintly, pulling out a wad of cash. "I'll take it."

The man shrugged, taking the money without question. "Your funeral," he muttered, motioning for an assistant to help move the heavy contraption.

Mia watched in stunned silence as the iron maiden was loaded onto a dolly and wheeled out of the shop. "You're joking," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you need that for?"

Eleanor turned to her, her calm smile never faltering. "You'll find out soon enough."

Panic surged through Mia as the gravity of the situation sank in. She turned on her heel and bolted for the door, her heart pounding in her chest. But before she could take more than a few steps, Eleanor's voice rang out, calm and cold.

"192.168.1.14," she said softly.

Mia froze, her legs refusing to move as the weight of Eleanor's words hit her like a brick wall. Slowly, she turned back to face her, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Don't do this."

Eleanor tilted her head, her green eyes glinting with amusement. "Get in the truck, Mia," she said simply. "We're going for a drive."

The truck rumbled along the deserted road, the iron maiden rattling slightly in the back as Eleanor drove. Mia sat in the passenger seat, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone tightly. She considered calling for help, but every time she glanced at Eleanor, the icy calm in her expression made her think twice.

They eventually arrived in the middle of nowhere, the barren landscape stretching out in all directions. Eleanor parked the truck and stepped out, gesturing for Mia to follow. "Come on," she said, her voice soft but commanding.

Mia hesitated before climbing out of the truck, her legs shaky as she followed Eleanor to the back. The iron maiden loomed ominously as Eleanor unlocked the truck bed and began unloading it. "Help me move it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Together, they hauled the heavy contraption to the center of the clearing. Mia's arms ached, and her heart pounded with fear, but she didn't dare complain. When they finally set it down, Eleanor turned to her, her expression calm but cold.

"Before we begin," Eleanor said, pulling out her phone, "you're going to apologize to Holo."

Mia blinked, her panic momentarily giving way to confusion. "What?"

"You heard me," Eleanor said, her voice sharp. "You're going to record an apology for everything you said and did to Holo. And you're going to mean it."

Mia shook her head, taking a step back. "I'm not doing that," she said defiantly. "You can't make me."

Eleanor's smile turned dangerous as she grabbed Mia's wrist, twisting it sharply. A sickening crack filled the air as the bone snapped, and Mia let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing to her knees as tears streamed down her face.

"Try again," Eleanor said, her voice cold as ice. She held up her phone, pressing record. "Apologize."

Through her sobs, Mia choked out a shaky, tearful apology, her voice trembling as she admitted to everything she had done. When she finished, Eleanor stopped the recording and pocketed her phone. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Eleanor's smile widened as she grabbed Mia by the shoulders and shoved her into the iron maiden. The spikes inside pierced her flesh in multiple places, and she screamed in agony as blood poured from the wounds. Her body convulsed, her eyes wide with terror as Eleanor closed the door, trapping her inside.

As Mia's cries grew weaker, Eleanor crouched down beside the iron maiden, her green eyes gleaming with malice. "You know," she said softly, her voice almost gentle, "you're pathetic. A waste of space. You spent your life tearing others down to feel better about yourself, but in the end, what did it get you? Nothing."

Mia's voice was barely a whisper now, her strength fading as her life slipped away. Eleanor leaned closer, her tone turning mocking. "Holo is better off without people like you in his life. And now, he doesn't have to worry about you ever again."

As the last flicker of life left Mia's eyes, Eleanor stood, wiping her hands on her skirt. She felt no guilt, no remorse—only satisfaction. She had taken another source of pain out of Holo's life, and she would do it again if she had to.

Turning on her heel, Eleanor walked back to the truck, her expression serene. She drove away without a second glance, leaving the clearing—and Mia's lifeless body—behind.