The grabber x reader

Chapter 4- comfort

You were left in a empty room for what seems like hours, you could see the sun set from the darkness forming in the room. Your head swarmed with thoughts on how to get out but it didn't seem to do you no good. Your stuck there, alone,with no one else in the world to call out to. You moved to that little town alone and you deeply regret it. How can something go so bad to someone who don't even belong in such a town. It had to be you of all people to stumble up on a man who kills children, nevertheless your happy it was you and not come other poor boy.

It was silent in the dark rusted room, you've used the toilet you'd discovered around the corner in the little side room, which was disgusting to say the least. Your body still is sore from the other night, but you craved some sort of attention from the man. You felt miserable without his presence but you can't seem to know why. It wasn't like you liked him, maybe it's the physical touch? You haven't been touched by a man before. Your pure to the world, at least your body is. Your mind roams in dirty thoughts and feeling, but it felt normal to feel that way.

His hands were rough and calloused, imagining them only made your legs warm. It felt wrong to experience this type of Stockholm syndrome for him. It was such a unfamiliar feeling to you, something brand new. It took you by surprise to see the door finally swing open, revealing the very being you yet think about. He didn't have a tray of food, his upper mask was still gone, with a frowned lower half. He had a newspaper in his hands, holding it up and throwing it to you.

You grabbed it to open and see your face plaster on the black and white surface. You could cry from the sight. The were looking for you, at least you expected them to. You looked up to ask him why he gave it to you, but rejected the question. His eyes were planted on your body, moving them up and down, slowly admiring you. His blue orbs just kept an intense gaze on you. It baffled him that you told him your real name, it wasn't fun when the boys would just lie to him. It's reasonable to why they lied but it wasn't right for them to lie, when all he said was pure honesty.

"I had, the smallest thought about you, which is why I'm down here" he uttered out. Your eyes flowed his eyes ,keeping your lips shut just to hear him out. "I feel like I should know more about you. You make me feel....abnormal and I want to figure out why. I'm very pleased that you told me your real name, I'm used to those...others lying and i appreciate honesty. Honestly will get you freedom" you could see his eyes were glazed over. Fighting off the feeing to cry right in front of you. You want to hold him and comfort him, it seems like he's genuine but has a darker side that makes him feel evil.

He hides his face away from the world out of being insecure. Keeping himself locked in his own cage of depression and loneliness. He don't seem to have a friend in the world, not even family. You truly pity this man, knowing so little of him personally, you could read him like a book with pictures. It seemed easy to get into his head, people probably have hurt him that way. You couldn't help but rise from the mattress, taking a shaky step forward.

He focused on your movement cautiously backing up to insure you won't try and escape. You only grabbed his hand and held it. He froze up, stiff as a brick. Almost closing his eyes to relax into your touch. Your soft thumb ran over the pulse veins in his hand. Rubbing in a comforting circle, gaining a loud sigh from  behind the mask. He looked on the verge of tears, dropping down to his knees. You slowly made your way to his eye level. Using both hands to pull his jaw up to face you. "You don't have to feel like you can't trust me. I'm not going to escape. But I do wanna know who you are. I know so little, yet it seems like your so hurt from this world I could easily understand how you feel. Please, just let me help you"

His hands grabbed your wrists, holding them firmly. Not enough to feel threatened or harmed, only to pull you into a hug. Your surprised he wanted to hug you, his mask pushed into your shoulder and crease of your neck. Almost hearing a shaky breath exit his lungs. His heart raced so fast, it felt like it might explode. He's held in so much it hurts you to see him this way. You grasp him tight taking in his strong musky sent, it was sweet cologne. He was so warm, his sweater was so soft to lay on, you didn't want it to end.

Sadly to your luck he pulled away. Both of you on your knees, you never noticed you were sitting in his lap which made you flushed. You went to pull away when two hands held your waist firmly. Your heart raced afraid of what might happen, a small part of you wanted something to happen. It didn't take much for you to feel how hard he had gotten which pushed you over the edge giving you a full red face. Trying to hide it with your hands. "Don't feel embarrassed kitten. I feel the same way" he spoke deeply. The sound in his voice vibrated through your thighs giving you chills, trying so desperately not to pull his mask off and just kiss him.

He let go of your waist, motioning to stand, granting you the chance to get off of his lap. You stood at the same time and he turned to leave. Leaving the door wide open. You didn't trust it, just standing in place. You crawled back onto the mattress, forgetting the door was open and tried to sleep.

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Sorry bout the wait, and the slight short chapter. Hope you enjoy it.