I woke up to banging of pans. I thought everything had been some sort of nightmare and went to pull on my chains, but they weren't there. Then everything became more real for me when I had to have Toby help me to the kitchen. I was free. The man in the blue mask put a syringe in each of my legs and took most of the snake venom out. Once the venom was out, I walked to the couch in the living room and sat down. I was small, weighing only 97 pounds, so I didn't take up a lot of space. A man with a black mask and a stitched frowning face sat next to me and took up most of my space. I scooted closer to the arm of the couch and Toby came up to me. "That's Hoodie, he doesn't really pay attention to other people." I nodded and looked at the masked man. He was intriguing. Then all of a sudden, I felt the tip of a knife on my jugular. The person traced my neck with their knife, then I heard a raspy voice. "Can I make you beautiful, fragile one?" I heard an inhuman growl and the knife left my neck. I smiled as I thought of all the times someone had a knife on me. Whether it was there, or at here, there was always that threat. Anyway, I got up to make myself something to eat, but when I got to the kitchen, there was a tall super white man making an assortment of breakfast foods. My stomach growled loudly. That alerted the man to my presence and he said, "Breakfast will be done soon. Please go sit back down (Y/n)." I was confused. How did he know my name? I said, "Okay. Sorry for interrupting you." I walked away and sat down on a chair, facing the T.V.
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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...
