A New Road Home. (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

What Does He Want?

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, you were on a bed, this one had a frame tho so you knew it wasnt yours. You looked around and saw a man at a table looking to be wrapping their wrist. You quickly shot up but were stopped by a sudden painfull force on your wrist. A loud clanking of metal was caused by you shooting up and you turned to see yourself hancuffed to the bedframe on one wrist.
You look back tk the man who has shot up from his seat and is infront kf the bed now. You quickly whimpered and squirmed away from him. He got up onto the bed and scooted closer to you, you scooted back against a wall to get away.
He reached a hand forward toward your face and you quickly went to smack his hand away. However he had caught your had with his and slamed it against the wall behind you and let out a deep growl. You gulped in fear as he reached his other hand toward your face, this one had some sort of wrap on it, and touched your forehead carefully causing you to yelp in pain. He drew his hand back and examined it, you noticed there was blood on his hand.
You hadnt realized till now you were bleeding. He got up and grabbed something from the desk.
  He approched you again, when he got back on the bed he pulled a knife out.
Tears streamed down your face, you thought this was the end. ''P-please dont h-hurt me!'' you squeaked out.
               This caused his to quickly put the knife down and put his hands in the air. He quickly shook his head. He looked around and went to your bag and pulled your sketch pad out and a pencil. You looked on confused and scared.
           He scribbled something down and showed you 'Not hurt, want to help' it read, with very messy handwriting.     You gulped again and nodded. He grabbed the knife then pulled out another wrap and a achohaul wipe. He put the wipe to your head and you drew in a quick breath and flinched. He put the wipe to your head and you yelped in pain. He put a hand on your sholder and wiped your wound. After that the took the wrap and wrapped your wound then used the knife to cut that peice off the roll.
   You suddenly heard growling and you jumped. ''Vixen?!?'' you called out and saw her in the corner of the room tied to the wall with a muzzle on.  ''Why does she have a muzzle?!'' you asked concered for your dog, ''Did you hurt her!'' The man shook his head then pointed to the dog then his wrapped up arm.
''S-she bit you?'' you asked, he nodded.
''Can i be unhancuffed?'' you asked with a shakey voice, planning on escaping.
He sat there and through the mask you could see him narrow his eyebrows as if deep in thought, before finally shaking his head.
''why?'' you questioned. He looked at you then wrote in the sketchpad. 'You will try escape, if you did i will have to kill you'
Your eyes widened and you scooted back further into the wall. He saw this and wrote down something else reading 'I dont want to have to kill you, like you, you good.'
You were confused by his words. But you decided to ask one last thing.
''whats your name?''
He pointed to the headbord of the bed, ot read
' Jason V'