You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 42

I can't tell if I'm on the brink of dying or not. I'd occasionally pass out, thinking I had finally died, only to wake up a couple of hours or minutes later. My stomach had started eating itself to the point where I could barely feel hunger anymore. My ankles were irritated along with my wrists from futile attempts of trying to get loose. I was yearning for the sweet release of death, begging every minute to finally die peacefully so I can rest in peace. The only way I could resemble something like death was by sleeping as much as I could to at least reduce a bit of stress. I don't even know if it's already morning or not. Something I did take note of is that I could manage to hear the sound of rain somewhere nearby, the sound of harsh droplets smashing onto a glass, to be precise. Yet, I didn't see any sort of window nearby. Or I just couldn't see it. Still, being tied up and all out of energy prevented me to investigate if an escape was near or not.

I dip my head down and close my eyes, trying my best to fall asleep again. I knew it would take a while to drift off. But before I could actually black out, the sudden whiny noise of an old opening could be heard. I barely have any strength or motivation to tilt my head up, so I decide to stay in my limp position. Maybe whoever entered, which could only be Toby, would assume I'd be dead and get rid of me.

"Go-Good evening, doll!"

Evening? Is it already the next day? Has it really been that long? I can't utter anything out, not like I would do so in the first place. My throat is so parched. Toby's heavy boots walk down the old stairs, making his way in front of me. I could feel his frame loom over me, staring me down as if I were his prey. He then proceeded to drop down to his knees, sitting in front of me. I heard him shuffle a bit, placing something soft down onto the floor, right into my field of vision. I recognized the soft thing to be a piece of bread along with something else beside it, which I couldn't clearly see. Out of reflex, my arms tried to shoot down to the ground, but due to the chains I could barely move an inch. "Oh, goodie! You're not dead." Toby chuckled.

I couldn't make a noise. I'm pretty sure Toby realized that after my prolonged silence. "You must be real hungry, huh?" Toby cooed, gripping the bottom of my chin to force my eyes to bore into his. I manage to weakly nod, glancing down at my only source of food. "Right, I just w-want you to know that if Masky had you instead of me, you'd be already dead. So, consider y-yourself at least a little bit lucky." Toby stated completely out of the blue before standing up. He lightly bent forward and fiddled with the chains that were attached on the wall before I felt my own arms suddenly drop besides me. I look down to my arms in a surprise. The cuffs were still around my wrists, but at least I could move my arms forward, down and back, instead of having them hanging above me all day. I flexed my arms a bit to relax my tired and stiff muscles. I wonder why he did that? No matter, I just want some food. Before I could latch onto the bread, Toby quickly snatched the bread from the ground along with the other object, which I had manage to identify it as a plastic bottle of water. "Before I feed you, I n-need you to say," Toby hid the sources to keep myself alive behind his back, ""Masky doesn't love me and would've killed me by now."" He states.

I would've questioned him on this if I weren't so desperate for food. So, I obeyed him. "M-...Masky doesn't love me and would've killed me by now." I forced myself to peep out even with a sore, dry throat. Toby's eyes seemed to light up at my words before he sat down in front of me again, crossing his legs over each other. "G-Good. Here you go, doll." He beamed, placing the two things he hid behind his back in front of me. I didn't hesitate to go for the bottle of water first, popping the cap off and drinking almost half of the continents inside on the first swig. While I took the bread into my mouth, Toby was intensively staring at me. At this point, I couldn't care less. I've almost forgotten how good plain bread tasted. As Toby sat there in front of me, he decided to start telling me a story. Well- not a story, more like some disturbing facts. But everything was about Masky. Masky did this and Masky did that. Some of the things did creep me out, yes, I'll admit that. But most of it was just plain disturbing. It was either about what Masky did to multiple women or what he would do to me. Toby would describe it in the most gruesome way possible that would send a chill through my spine. I'm not sure why he would tell me all that, the fact that there's a corpse next to me already made everything ten times worse. He talked about how I should be grateful that he took me here. He told me that I'm protected from everyone and everything. Harm would never come my way, according to him. I don't know why, but it all started to burn into my mind. Was I going insane? Everything he told me was something I just believed automatically. He told me as long as I behaved and did as told, I'd be fine. I believe that.