The Grabber x Male Oc

Chapter Six

Nothing happened, no sound whatsoever.

The noise never came, and I wasn't going to risk getting out of the bed to find out what it was. My guess was the Grabber, but it might've been something or someone else.

Who knows how long it's been there, but I know damn well it wasn't just a quick minute. My heart was pounding like a drum, my insides telling me to run. But where?

The bed was the safest place at the moment, he wouldn't hurt me. At least for the time being, so whoever or whatever it was- clearly meant no harm for now.

The best course of action would be to ignore it, best to get some sleep anyways. I hadn't even realized it got so late- I was practically starving. But food would have to wait, I needed sleep.
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When I woke up I could feel his eyes staring me down, right beside me. I dared not move, but it was useless. "I know you're awake" he said. He sounded colder, more harsher than before. His once amused tone was stone cold, this very may be the last day I live.

"What's your name?" He asked, "I'll find out regardless, the paper always says" he finished. What was the point in lying? He'd only know and I'd probably die or get hurt for it.

"...Miles Walsh" I said. He looked at me, a small grin on his face. It took me off guard for a second, but then it dawned on me. Had this been a trap? I don't see what he would need my name for- so why?

Would he say I was dead...? Nobody would come looking for me, the search would stop. I screwed up, badly. Of course I could be over thinking, but why else would he need my name?

The thought flooded my mind, like a silhouette inside an empty theater. The music notes inside my head were raising with anticipation before...I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't die on me now...you're different" was all he said before he got up. Nothing he said or did made sense, why kidnap me if not for anything?

No ransom, no murder, pain...nothing. was this all just a sick game to him? See how long it takes for me to go mad? Go insane, sick of waiting for his blows of pain?

I watched as the door shut, my heart pounding more and more. I felt it, a tear. I hadn't cried in a long time, I almost forgot I could cry. My father always said it was weak to cry, that is wasn't a thing boys do.

But where are you when I need you? Trapped, alone, afraid. The ringing from the broken phone was starting again before it stopped. I wanted to break it, but what was the point?

...I could use the cord to strangle him? That might not work, he's most likely too strong. Maybe bash the phone into his face several times? That wouldn't work either.

Oh mom, dad...Jane... I miss all of you. Please..."I'm scared" I cried, before curling into a ball.

---To be Continued---