Hostage | Eyeless Jack x Reader

Howdy Neighbor

(Y/n) sucked in a stream of air through her teeth. Hydrogen Peroxide chemically bubbled over her cheek, cleaning whatever grime and bacteria had managed to infect the scratches.

With a few band-aids, the wound was covered. Still stinging, but covered. Now all she had to do was come up with a cover story.

Saying it was from farming equipment would never do, that stuff could outright kill her. Maybe an animal while she was hunting? Possibly. Or better yet, foliage. That way, people wouldn't suspect her of having a disease.

"Yep, just some thickets," (Y/n) muttered to herself as she stashed away the first-aid kit, "Not some crazy man in my closet."

She lazily bumped the door open with her hip and shuffled into the hallway. That man had been in her closet for three days now, and she still had no idea what to do with him. Ever since the feeding, he had been silent. The only sounds that ever came from him were snores at night, not failing to keep (Y/n) wide awake.

She stepped into her kitchen, leaned over the cluttered sink, and gazed outside. Most of the crops were harvested, giving her a good view of the miles of open land behind her house. A few sparrows were twittering around the remaining stalks of wheat on the frosted ground, picking at anything she left over. It was at this moment that she realized winter would settle in soon.

Winter was always a pain at (Y/n)'s farm. Walking anywhere sucked when it was colder than a witch's tit, so visits to town would have to be put on hold. Luckily, she'd already gotten Hank and Kim's Christmas presents in advance.

Oh well, she'd just hunt in the woods a few acres back like she always did. Deer and rabbits were always abundant back there with hardly any people around to give population control, and were always easier to carry home than any box from town, surprisingly.

(Y/n)'s gaze shot towards the ceiling when she heard a loud thump. This had become normal, but no matter how many times the man made a small ruckus, she couldn't get used to it. Nor could she keep him up there forever.

(Y/n) groaned, dragging a hand over her eyes. What did she do to deserve this? Was it because she never ate that new Amish family's biscuits? But it was obvious the kids made them unsupervised, they were as hard as rocks.

She removed her hand from her face, distraughtly glancing at the pictures on the wall. Hank and Kim wouldn't have any ideas, would they?

She almost laughed at herself. Even her closest friends wouldn't believe her if she told them her situation. Though, she stopped short.

Lying was an option.

Now, she didn't condone lying, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Hank was an expert on fencing, maybe he could build some sort of heavy-duty cage? And even if he couldn't, Kim could sure as heck talk him into trying.

(Y/n) nearly grinned at her own genius, running to the table to grab her coat from a chair. But, as she shoved her arms through the sleeves, one more thought shoved its way into her mind.

If she leaves, it'll be a few hours until she gets back home. Even though that man said he wouldn't try escaping, she had no reason to believe him.

She groaned again, Hank and Kim seemed to be her only option.

(Y/n) glanced at her front door, really her only option out. From her knowledge, she knew that it screeched on its hinges every time it was opened, giving the man an alert of her leaving. She'd have to find another way.

The first and only idea that came to her mind was the kitchen window. It was large, more than enough to fit her whole body through without making her plan obvious. If she was quiet, chances were that the man would have no idea she left in the first place. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do.