The grabber x reader

Chapter two ~ the basement

You felt groggy, stomach growling. Your head was pumping from the intense migraine growing. You slowly looked around and started to panic. You sat up real fast which only made you hurt more "I would try and move slow" a deep voice was heard, you looked over to the figure, the chemicals weren't rubbing off just yet so he seemed a blur. He stood to walk to the mattress you were placed on. You were paralyzed to move, so afraid, he only sat next to you. Rubbing the hair out of your face, you couldn't see his face, only his creepy mask.

"There there doll face. Boy, aren't you a beautiful creature" he plays with your h/l,h/c hair, twisting it around his fingers. Your body ran with chills, as he pushes a strand out your face. "Y'a know, I almost considered just letting you get to your car, you were so kind and so sweet. But...I guess I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what you could do" silence, that's all he received "huh, well, the chemicals should rub off in a moment, im going to get you a soda and some food. That sounds nice?" You could tell he was smiling. Though his hand never left your cheek. He giggles for a second and stands and leaves. Locking the large door to the now dark room.

You waited for a moment, trying to adjust to the environment around you. There were four large walls, rusted and old, a window up on one, but shut and blocked with bars. Around the corner was some smaller room, you've yet to see what's on the other side. It was empty, quite cold. You were on an old dirty mattress, had stains and wholes around it. Then there was a black phone next to you, you go to stand. Your body shakes and sways, gaining some strength to stand straight, you grab the black phone. You place it to your ear...nothing, it was cut. Damnit!!

"It doesn't work, at least it did when I was a kid" you heard a rough voice behind you, whipping your body around to face it. "I made you some food" giggling to himself. You look at the tray he holds. Looks to be eggs and a drink. You don't say anything, you couldn't come up with words without your eyes wanting to water. He gets closer causing you to fall back on to the mattress, desperately trying to gain distance. He only tilts his head, setting the tray down, crouching to your eye level. "No need to fear. I won't hurt you, no need in hurting you." He states very calmly, voice seemed sincere but you didn't trust it. You choke up some words "w..what are y..you gonna do...to me?" You curse yourself for the stuttering. The man didn't change movement till you spoke, he stood up to turn away. "Nothing you..wouldn't like" his voice got raspy at the end. Almost flirtatious, but slightly pissy. Leaving you alone.

You couldn't help but tear up. Thinking the man kill you, who knew what was going on in his head. You were in a short dress which made it easier, causing you to feel self conscious and wish you chose a better more appropriate wardrobe. A dress wasn't inappropriate to wear it was just the circumstance that made it feel that way. You started to cry, thinking about how your family might never see you again, even if they weren't here they'd eventually hear about your disappearance. You cried in your legs, keeping your body close to you, balling out all the stress and fear that's controlled your very consciousness. You laid down on the mattress, not bothering to eat. Leaving it be, you didn't realize how tired you were till your body gave out, and you fell asleep.

Time skip~

You were in a deep slumber but it felt off, you felt like someone was with you,watching you. The feeling made you toss and turn from being uncomfortable, when you slowly open your eyes to see what's causing the restlessness, you notice the man in the corner staring at you. You jolt up fast, moving back into the wall as he stares, almost jumping from your movement. "Why are you watching me?" You asked, afraid of an answer. He sat for a moment, maybe just thinking on what to say. "Honestly i just can't help it, sorry. Just wanted to watch. You seemed peaceful" his tone was calm, maybe upset? From what you could see his eyes looked watery, you wanted to ask why but it felt wrong for the circumstances you were in.

It was already hard just to speak to the man, your very captor. What were you going to do? Escaping can possibly be an option but it's not often people escape these kinds of situations. You could feel your heart race, as the man stood and approached you. You couldn't back up any further so you were stuck against the wall, he sat close but gave enough space for the both of you. He wasn't looking at you, you could almost see as if he wanted to cry. A sense of comfort washed over as you wanted to help, you can be quite a people pleaser but it was difficult on what to do. You just sat in silence, maybe he will speak up. He didn't. Just stared, his hands looked rough, veiny, like he uses them a lot. Well ofc he uses them, he fucking kidnapped me. You scolded yourself.

"Why..." you began, taking a large gulp "why did you take me? I..I thought. I thought you only took boys?" He didn't say anything, at this point your heart was heard in your ears and it was too loud to even hear yourself. He sighed "I don't know" he uttered quietly. "Then just...let me go. You don't need me here, why the hell take me, why break your...pattern?" You cringed at the question, but it was true. Why take the time in building a pattern, then just completely throw it off. Made no since to you. Though your question made him annoyed and he stood fast to walk out, closing the door. It didn't latch? Did it? You didn't hear the door latch and lock. You didn't want to stand, it seemed like a trick. He wouldn't just be that careless would he? You wondered. Walking up slowly, you pulled the door open to a large staircase going up. You stepped on the first step but stopped. "This...dosent seem right" you stopped, taking a moment, let's think it through first.

The door upstairs could have a lock, one i can't get out of. He could be waiting for me at the top, maybe just testing me...damn. You stood on the first stair, really wanting to just see what was up there, it made you painfully curious but you obviously see how well your curiosity has treated you lately. Maybe if you take a peak, you can get a quick layout upstairs. Yea, just try that. You slowly make your way up, not to escape but mostly to see your surroundings first, then make your way back down. Seems dumb at first but it will probably save your life in the end.

You go up each stair as lightly as possible. Making as little sound as possible, it annoyed you that the stairs wanted to squeak or creak. You reached the top step, heart was thumping through your chest, just look around. You throught, when you glanced out, you were met with the man in the kitchen, he was sitting in a chair facing you, shirtless and holding a belt it was a test. He growled under his breath, not gonna lie, he was in great shape. Which only worried you more, his head tilted, grabbing your eyes and making you freeze up "tsk tsk, naughty girl" he growled, you turned to run back down, making your way to the little room. You never noticed he ran after you, you felt a hand push you into the mattress, screaming and kicking.

He grabbed your legs pulling you to him, making your dress slide up. You tried pulling away and kicking but he had your arms pinned to the mattress, tears burned in your eyes. You felt pathetic to how easy and fast it was for him to overpower you, but it made heat rise to your face as he breathes above you. Grabbing your wrists he pulls you up to face him "now. A naughty girl like you should be punished. It's only fair" he confidently remarked. He pulled you over his lap, struggling to get out of his grasp you kick and pull but it does no use. He lifts your dress, touching your thighs which made you tense up. You fought back tears thinking the worst, he leaned to whisper in your ear "you count at every smack. Got that?" He asked, you only nodded. He's really gonna fucking spank me

He grabbed the belt and slaps you hard on the ass with it. You screamed and cried "o...one" another smack "tw...two" he smacks you harder making your face turn red, you could feel his groin get hard from the slight sexual tension it gave off. Making your face grow cherry red, yet he couldn't see it. Thank god for it to. You count off a couple more smacks, you felt sore and your body felt limp from the stinging, he noticed and smacked harder, making you whimper "s..six" you whisper "I'm sorry doll I couldn't here you" he smacks harder "s..seven" you speak up louder. He smacks to ten. Your body was weak as he flipped you over, laying you on your back. Your face was red and sweaty and your ass at this point was burning, you only looked at his chest, how it would rise and fall at a fast pace. The sweat ran down his smooth skin, he was well toned, not ripped, but just good looking. It only bothered you more that you felt this small physical attraction to him.

He looked down to your shaky body. Your beautiful shape made him hard, he wanted to put his hands all over you, just spanking you was oh so desperately tempting. Seeing how weak you were he could easily pounce but he didn't. He rose off the mattress and went to walk to the door "now my sweet. Maybe you'll learn your lesson, how bout staying down here? How's that sound? Try not to piss me off" with that he slammed the door and cut the lights off

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