A Man of Many Masks || 'The Grabber' x Reader

Why Lie Now

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Instead of putting the tray on the floor and leaving, like he did before, he walked to the foot of the mattress and placed the tray in front of you. Every nerve in you body was telling you to punch him as hard as you could in his stomach, run past him, through the open door, and outside to get help. But you didn't.

As much as you wanted to escape, something in the back of your mind was telling you to stay. It was the same thing that had told you not to run away when you and... well you still didn't know his name... when you and 'The Grabber' first met. He made you so afraid, but at the same time there was this oddly comforting aura that came from him.

You didn't mean to, but while you were lost on thought you also ended up getting lost in his eyes, zoning out while staring. What you didn't realize, is that he ended up getting lost in your eyes as well. The (dark/light) waves of E/C circling your dilated pupils staring into his cloudy silver eyes. He snapped out of it before you did, but even as he looked away, -a bit flustered- you continued to stare, making him a bit worried.

"Yyyy/Nnnn~" he sang, waving a hand in front of your face, this finally made you snap out of your dissociation.

"Oh shi- I-uh.. sorry-" you looked down to your lap, a bit embarrassed you zoned out while staring at him.

He giggled before saying, "Nooo, you're fine." He waved a hand dismissively in the air. He tilted his head to side, before saying, "Although I am wondering what you could have been thinking about." Now his voice was a bit less playful and a tad more curious. Although you were more focused on how to answer his question, you couldn't tell him that you were thinking about how you found him comforting.

"Nothing, I was just- it's nothing." You pulled the tray a bit closer to yourself, and picked up the bottle of 'Lemon Spritz'. Just another stupid Sprite knockoff.

"You didn't lie before Y/N, why lie now?" He tilted his head to the side. But then he did something you found a bit... strange. He sat down. He had the door wide open, and yet he seemingly let his guard down while also making it easier for you to escape.

'Why...'

"I... It just wasn't important." You thought he'd leave it at that, get up, and leave. But he didn't. You didn't have time to look further into his almost friendly behavior before another question crossed your mind. "Wait- how do you know for sure I didn't lie about my name? You said the there wasn't anything about me in the papers yet."

He giggled out an 'oh', it sounded lighthearted enough, but then it morphed into a.. growl.. it was dark and animalistic, almost evil.

"Well, you didn't lie to me, so I suppose I won't lie to you." He picked up the newspaper from earlier and tossed it to you. You put down the bottle you were holding and picked up the paper, unfolding it and turning it over so you could see the missing person report. Your missing person report. "It's always good to establish whether or not someone's a lier early on. You're the only one who hasn't lied." He tilted his head to the side.

'He's so fucking creepy.'

'He's sorta cute though...'

'What? What the hell is wrong with me? He's a kidnapper and a murderer. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a fucking pedo or some shit. Probably thought I was 15 instead of 18.'

'No... I don't think he'd ever... just...'

'He. Kidnapped. Me.'

'...'

'...fine, I guess he is kinda pretty-'

'FUCKIN- RIGHT??'

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Word Count: 650

Ethan hawke is such a dilf tho istfg.

-Bowie <3