Unknown Territory [Creepypasta Reader-Insert]

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She felt like a small animal being circled by a predator that knew there was no way out for her. As though the hiccup with calling for help hadn't been enough torture, she was now faced with the possibility of being mauled by a man that stared her down through the glass of the phonebooth with an uncanny amount of vindictiveness. Even breathing felt like it'd break the staredown they've found themselves in—in simpler words, to look away now is to open the path for him to reach her.

Calm down and think.

Hauntingly bright red stitches against black wool kept her from being able to collect her thoughts and recover from the whirlwind of emotions that had broken free from her just seconds before his arrival, but she held firm as she continued to unknowingly clutch tightly at the smooth and somewhat weighty metal receiver of the telephone.

There was nowhere to run now—no tricks up her sleeve and most certainly nothing to give her leverage.

One shaky breath in, and he was quick to pounce on the door. Her hands quickly grasped at the metal latch to keep from letting him rip the heavy door open. But even with its clunky metallic mass combined with its groaning hinges, a nervous chill still found its way racing down her spine at the way the door shook with his strength as he tugged mercilessly.

"BITCH!" He all but roared as he slammed a gloved fist right where her head would've been if it weren't for the clear barrier between them—the point where his hand met the glass spread thin web like cracks that threatened to shatter and shower her with jagged edged glass.

Swallowing a whimper at the tremor that shook the entire booth, she tightened her grip and prayed that the structure would hold long enough for her to pull the fraying pieces of herself together.

She was literally at her wit's ends. Any other time, she'd have attempted to look for something to utilize—to think of a game plan to leave her pursuers in the dust as she kept running, but she felt too raw as of now. Too broken. Weak. And oh how close she was to giving in to the voices that tempted her with the notion of a quick, yet painful, demise at the hands of this man before her. But her body moved of their own accord.

Another slam of his fist, and this time, the old withered glass caved under the pressure. Before her mind could follow, she'd all but pulled him by the arm and used it to keep her steady as she kicked at the base of the metal door with her good leg. A sharp scream followed her frantic ministrations as the sudden weight reopened the earlier injury she'd garnered from Toby—unplanned, messy and running on the figments of adrenaline that came with the instinct to survive. She was prone to acting without thought. Luckily, she wasn't the only one in pain as her assailant let out a groan of his own as the remnants of shards that still surrounded the metal door dug into his side.

"I'm going to fucking kill you..." He all but promised as he gripped her forearm with his free hand, trying to pull her towards him instead of the other way around.

The forgotten metal receiver quickly smashed against his temple as she yanked herself away before he could've gotten a better hold on her, but that only left him chuckling darkly as he kept his head down.

Impaled and caged by the very door he attempted to wrench open, she didn't bother to wait to see what he would do next and ran from her corner—to where? She didn't know, but almost anywhere was better than where she was.

The slight limp in her steps slowed her down more than she had anticipated. And with a vulnerable shake to her every movement, she kept her eyes focused on the exit.

"Little girl..."

She ignored the dangerously near proximity of that call and just kept going. She already knew he'd recover from that one easily. What's a few shallow cuts and a bruised side to a lamb who could barely stand?