solace [masky / hoodie x reader]

vi

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open. Dawn must have already arrived and passed, and you were left to wonder what happened during those hours in between. The sun was visible, floating high up in the sky from outside a window which you gazed through. A window which you lacked any recognition towards. It wasn't yours. A window which must've, then, belonged to someone else. You were in someone else's home. A place that was unfamiliar to you.

As you came to that conclusion, you felt a chill slowly run down your spine, causing you to shiver. Your heart froze in your chest before its weight plummeted into your guts.

Taking in your surroundings, you found that you were still fully clothed (thankfully.) However, your arms were bound behind your back by something that felt akin to rope. Twisting your wrists, you noticed that the bindings were tight, and you were glad then to have been wearing a sweater; likely, they'd be digging into your skin otherwise. Covering your mouth was a thick layer of duct tape, effectively preventing you from using your voice. You were positioned lying down on a hardwood floor, a wooden chair hovering over your head. From where you were, you could make out a closet, a neatly done bed, a bedside drawer, and a desk with an accompanying chair, although it was plush and velvety, unlike the barren one that stood over you. The room appeared ordinary, so much so that it could've been anyone's bedroom. You wouldn't have ever expected to be taken hostage in a place like this. Not that you had ever expected to be kidnapped in general, but you still had always assumed kidnappings occurred in some sort of abandoned, creepy, dusty cabin, not your average family home. Which this appeared to be.

Before you could further analyze your situation or wonder what the strange vision, hallucination, or dream you had was, you began to hear voices from outside the room. You immediately snapped your head towards the sound, directing your focus to make out what they were saying.

"She should be awake by now," a voice spoke, "and if not, we can wake her up."

"Sure. So, what'd the Operator say about who babysits her?" a second, gruffer voice asked. You had no clue who the Operator they were mentioning was, and the only clue you had for it was that it was possibly the tall, faceless man.

"The Operator said we'll be taking turns. The room is now for the purpose of keeping her, and we'll be alternating between who watches over her," the first voice answered. By the way that they spoke, you concluded that they were planning to keep you here for a fair amount of time. Just how long, you didn't know. You didn't really know anything about this situation, only that it was likely very, very bad. Your heart trembled in your chest, and beads of sweat began collecting on your forehead. You were starting to find breathing difficult, both due to your panicked state and the duct tape that covered your mouth. You felt as if you were slowly beginning to suffocate behind the heavy tape.

"Sounds like a blast," the second voice spoke out, sarcasm heavy in his tone. You could already sense the hostility emanating from him, far more so than you felt with the other voice. "And the information we want?"

What information could they possibly want from you? None of this made any sense. You were just a first-year university student; there was no way you would have any helpful information for them. Indeed, there had to have been a mistake.

"What do you think we'll be doing when we watch over her?" the first voice responded with a rhetorical question, one that seemed promising of harm.

The second rebutted with a challenging tone. "You seem confident that she won't crack right away."

"It's sensitive information. It's best we assume the worst," the first explained, and after he finished his sentence, you could hear the soft jingle of keys and the creak of the doorknob turning, the door now wide open. You felt your heartbeat accelerate as you watched the two men walk in.