Unknown Territory [Creepypasta Reader-Insert]

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It was cold.

That was the first thing that she felt among other things; such as how her cheek felt numb against a hard surface, or how her limbs felt as though they were about to fall off the moment she made even a miniscule amount of movement.

With slow and sluggish motions, she eventually opened her eyes; her vision blurry, but with each blink, her sight gradually adjusted to her dim surroundings.

"...You're awake." A raspy voice stated from somewhere within the room.

No shit, she thought instinctively.

If she could roll her eyes, she would, but that wasn't exactly what she should be concerning herself with.

"I'm just going to go ahead and assume you're wondering why I took you here and spared your life..." The voice continued, not really sounding like they cared about what she thought at all.

A pair of muddied sneakers dropped into her line of sight, having jumped from a surface just out of her limited view. She followed those shoes up to an equally muddied pair of black weathered jeans; looking even further up, she saw what used to be a white hood, one of his hands shoved inside the rust stained pouch while the other—

She heard him biting into something, like an apple or a pear, followed by a series of chewing before he continued his train of thought. "....I don't exactly have a reason to kill you, yet." How comforting, she retorted sarcastically in her head. "....Right now, your sole purpose is to be my entertainment until I get tired of you and decide to kill you."

[First Name] tried to put feeling back into her fingers, moving each one bit by bit in order to get some circulation back into her arm, but it was proving difficult when her kidnapper was ever so kindly stepping on the back of her hand.

"I'm going to warn you now, seeing as the first thing you ingrates always do is try to escape," He twisted his foot; had her hand not been so numb, that would've been painful enough to make her scream. "You're inside a giant house filled with monsters worse than me, out in the middle of nowhere, so even if you managed to get past me or the others, you'd still be miles away from hope."

With a fighting spirit he was yet to put to the test, the young woman spat out a pleasant cuss word at him.

"Fuck...you...!" Her words somewhat slurred due to her having just woken up, and likely still numb from how long she'd been bound.

Before he could even pay her sentiments some respect by crushing her hand even further beneath his feet, a knock resounded by his bloodstained door, followed by a jovial voice requesting that he pay a visit to their operator.

"...Shit..." She heard him mutter, before seeing a half eaten apple roll into view, having been tossed carelessly by the killer as he made his way out.

Black unruly hair that tumbled down a stained white hood in jagged cuts greeted her sight as the killer momentarily paused by his door, a white gloved hand hovering ever so hesitantly by the locks that bolted it shut.

"...Stay fucking quiet...." Were his parting words, not even bothering to look behind him before proceeding to exit.

And with that, she'd gone unconscious once again.

The Next Day [17:46]

The sounds of chains dragging against one another resounded around the empty space as the minimal amount of burning red rays filtered into the messy room, shedding light upon the clothes that scattered around the area, as well as the footsteps that stained the varnished wooden floor with darker rust like blotches against perfectly polished grain.