Not His Doll

Chapter 9

| Confined |

The bright rays of light grew blinding. Recovering from a splincing concussion, Y/n groaned and hid her eyes under the bedsheets.

Wait.

Quickly arrising from within the bed; she batted her eyes at the sunlight seeping through the curtains.
Using her hand to block the light, it nearly prevented the rays that intensified her migraine.

Untangling herself from the bedsheets she dangled her legs from off the bed, running her fingers through her hair.
Adjusting her vision she scanned her surroundings, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
The maroon colored room was different from the one before. Toys were sprawled across the floor looking as if they hadn't been touched in years. While the other rooms seened dull in color, this one expressed that of a child's.

I didn't realize I fell asleep.. did he carry me here?

To her surprise the door was wide open. Not declining the invitation to leave she stood to her feet, ignoring the pain as she walked.
Clutching onto the door-frame she peeked her head into the hallway. Scanning left, then right, she exited the room. Sliding her back among the wall she used it to guide her down the hall.

With no clear signs of Brahms she grew paranoid, half-expecting a jumpscare.
Y/n carefully trudged through the hallway and down the stairs, using the railing to support her weight.
Her eyes lit up with the first sight of the front entrance. Heart pounding she quickened forward, only to pause abruptly.

"No, no, no‐" She whispered, walking to the door.

Chains rattled as she pressed her palm against it. The moment she let her guard down he made sure to barricade the front entrance.

Determined, she paced around the first floor of the house; trying the windows of the living room, the kitchen, and the halls. She searched for back entrances, growing desperate, but he had already beat her to it. Locked, all of them.

He thinks he can just trap me here with him?! No, I won't put up with that.

Fueled by anger, she ran into the livingroom. A rust-colored stain had embedded itself into the carpet. Examining the floor she recalled the events from the night before. With precision she began retracing her steps.

"I know you're around here somewhere." She whispered, sinking down onto all fours to examine the floor.

"Aha!"

She reached from under the couch, grabbing onto the blunt object which hid itself.

"Gotcha."

"Y/n?"

She sat up, tensing in fear.
Turning around in panic, her eyes met with his.

"Um, hi!" She sputtered, clenching the mallet from behind her back.

"..What are you doing?"

I couldn't begin to tell you.

"...You killed those men." She said, changing the subject.

"I have killed many."

"What did you do with-"
"Their bodies?" He interrupted, stepping closer.

"Yes." She replied, increasing their distance.

"Why do you care? They attacked you, did they not?"
He asked.

"Just curious." Her eyes darted from his.

"Look at me when I speak to you."

Rolling her eyes she forced her gaze back onto his.

"You locked every exit." She stated.

"I did, all but one." He admitted.

"Why?" She tightened her grip around the weapon.

"Because, Y/n I don't trust you." His chest was now pressed into hers.

Brahms towered over Y/n by over a foot, and she felt powerless under his stare.

He offered his hand outwards,

"Now, why don't you give me the mallet?"

"Fuck." She huffed, shutting her eyes in anguish.

She removed her hand from around her back, slowly placing it into the palm of his hand.

"Tsk, tsk, I am very disappointed." He scolded, shaking his head.

"Tell me, what were you planning to do with this?" He placed the mallet under her chin, slightly lifting it.

"I- I don't know."

"Lies."

He circled around her, mallet secured under her chin.
Embracing her waist from behind he pressed the cold metal further into her jaw,
"Tell me, did you plan to use it on me before or after I've gained your trust?"

"If you're going to kill me than just do it."

Please don't.

"Kill you?" He nearly chuckled.
"No, I need you around a while longer."

Tightening his grip on Y/n's waist he leaned close, resting his chin over her shoulder.
"I don't care how long it takes. You will learn to follow the rules... for your own sake."

The bristles on his beard scratched against the crook of her neck, emitting goosebumps.

"Of course, I'll have to punish you." He sighed.

"What?"

"Don't worry." He hushed, lowering the mallet from her chin.

"It won't be until later. As for now, you have some work to do."

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