I laid on my stomach, my chains digging into my ribs, when I heard a crash. I sat up, bringing my hands to my chest, and my knees up to my chest as well. When no one came down, I assumed that everything was okay. Then I heard a cackling laugh. That wasn't anyone's laugh that was in my home. Then a man came down, a man I didn't know. He wore goggles and a face guard, as well as a hoodie and pants. He had hatchets on each side of his waist, and for a split second I felt fear. Then I decided to ignore it and closed my eyes, awaiting my death. What he did next shocked me. He unlocked my chains and pulled me up. I opened my eyes, full of wonder and shock. When I fell back down, he pulled me back up and put me over his shoulder. When we got upstairs, a bunch of people were standing over my dead family. "Toby. Why didn't you kill her." "She can barely walk, she was chained to the wall. I believe she was being tortured." I nodded my head, getting him to put me down so I could show my new openings on my legs. Then I fell down again and he picked me up. Then a man in a blue mask spoke up. "She has ten years' worth of snake venom in her. That's why she keeps falling." We all left, a bag put over my head after I got put into a van.
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Fanfiction(Y/n) had been tortured in her basement for years until the creepypastas killed her family, finding her broken and beaten. A/n: I do not support any form of torture so therefore a trigger warning is in place. this story has blood, gore, broken bone...
