Red Tears (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Ch. 2 | Fight, Flight, and...Questions?

I glower at the masked man as he walks over to me, scissors in hand. He cuts the zip ties around my ankles and wrists. Just as he's about to back away, however, I give him a swift punch to the face, reopening the wounds on my knuckles.

He staggers back, his mask now cracked along the side

"You bitch!" he seethes, dropping the scissors. He clutches his crowbar and tries to hit me with it.

I use the chair as a shield before launching it at him with as much force as possible. It collides with his crowbar, and a booming crack splits the air. The chair splinters and the majority of it goes one way, while the crowbar goes the other.

"You've got spunk, kid, I'll give you that."

"So I've been told."

We circle each other, waiting to see who will make the next move.

The others whisper among themselves, suddenly attentive.

He speaks again, "I find it interesting to see who does what in situations like this. You seem to be a fighter."

"You're sick."

"Maybe. But don't deny that you find it interesting as well."

"Oh, hell na—"

I catch a glimpse of the man's crowbar out of the corner of my eye, just a few feet away from me.

He notices my abrupt stop and follows my gaze. 

He sees his crowbar.

We lunge for it at the same time. 

I get to it first and swing it at him until I get a good hit on the side of his head. He grits his teeth and sways a little but manages to stay upright.

After regaining his balance, he tackles me to the ground, causing me to land flat on my back. I gasp for air, but it doesn't come. Instead, pressure on my throat cuts off my oxygen supply.

He yanks the crowbar out of my grip and repeatedly bashes it on my head. I use my arms as a shield, but it doesn't work very well.

My vision becomes fuzzy at the edges, and my lungs feel like they're about to explode. Ringing plagues my ears. It takes everything I have to stay awake.

"Alri... enough. We... alive," I hear someone's voice as I fade in and out of consciousness.

Then, just as I'm about to give up and succumb to my death, I'm able to breathe again. 

I gasp for air and violently cough, turning onto my stomach. Blood drips out of my mouth and onto my now-torn jacket.

"Serves you right, bitch. Teach you to mess with me." The masked man glares at me.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse groan. Finally, after more violent coughing, I manage to croak, "Fuck you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He looks me up and down and smirks.

Glowering, I launch a big glob of mixed spit and blood at his partially-masked face. "That's...not what I meant...you sicko."

"You know, you're sexy when you're covered in blood."

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I gripe, still regaining my voice.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you let a man enjoy a woman every once in a while?"

I glance at the others for some sort of help, but nobody comes to my rescue.

Kate walks out of the room, muttering something. A creaky door opens, but before it closes, she shouts, "Oh, and by the way, tonight's dinner is pork chops!"