𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |Bob Velseb X Reader|

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚: "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙧." + 𝘼/𝙉

     You woke up with a jolt and widened your eyes, frantically analyzing your surroundings. It was too dark to see anything. Where were you? What had happened? The air smelled musty and damp, which caused you to huff. As you tried to stand up, your arms refused to move, and so did your legs. Huh? Why were your limbs bound? You tugged at whatever was tying you together, and what you assumed was a rope scratched against your skin, the straw bristles stabbing into your wrist. Ouch.

You also discovered that your torso was tied against the 'chair' you were sitting on. Wait a minute... how did you even get here in the first place? You thought long a hard for a few moments. The incident... entering Lila's house... getting kidnapped by the cannibal... Wait. Him. He had drugged you and taken you into this forsaken place. Now you were panicking. What was he planning on doing with you? You wriggled into your constraints in fear.

You jumped at the sudden voice that spoke into your ear. "G'Mornin', dollface."  The male greeted, the southern drawl evident in his voice. Yep. It was definitely the cannibal.

Snapping your head in his direction, you glared at the demon. "Don't call me that." You jeered, regaining your composure. Being fearful would only satisfy him, and you both knew that.

"Still puttin' on a brave face, hm?" He mused, clearly enjoying your meek attempt at bravery.

You turned away, disgusted by his sadistic grin. "Shut up." You sneered. Staring at him any longer and you'd crumble right then and there.

The killer chuckled lowly, and you felt him grab onto your shoulders. "Say that again and I'll cut yer tongue out of yer mouth." The man threatened into your ear, and you felt your nerves tighten.

You bit your lip in nervousness. Would he really do that to you? Of course he would. He was a rampaging serial killer for christ's sake. He had no mercy for his victims, seeing as he killed eight to ten people last Halloween. You shuddered slightly at the thought.

Looking to the floor and seeing him in your peripheral, you spoke. "Uhm... What are you... planning on doing with me?" You mumbled, hearing his heavy footsteps trail behind you.

You shrunk as you saw his grin stretch at your words. "That is for me to know and you to find out, Little Lamb."  You heard him say, which made you bite your lip in fear. Little Lamb? Really?

Before you could spiral into your thoughts, the male spoke again. "Did you know, nail-bitin' is considered involuntary auto-cannibalism?"  As he finished his sentence, a crackling-like sound reverberated through the air, which on instinct, made you clench your jaw. What was he sharpening?

"So the majority of society are cannibals, whether they like it or not." The killer scoffed, the sickening noise of a knife grinding against metal sounding through the air again. You were starting to become extremely unsettled. Why was he saying these things? Well, he was a cannibal, after all. He most likely threatened all his victims like this. 

You stayed quiet as you heard the man walk over and in front of you, the malicious grin still on his face. Didn't it hurt to smile like that for so long? You ceased your thinking as you noticed the man had taken off his mask, yet his horns remained. Analyzing his features, he had raven-black hair that was tangled and messy and light stubble on his chin. The bags under his eyes made it obvious he hadn't slept in a while.

He was surprisingly handsome for a serial killer. Wait... why were you thinking like that? He literally tried to murder you. Shaking your head to ignore those intrusive thoughts, you furrowed your brows as you looked up at the tall man.

The cannibal chuckled as he turned around, pulling out a random chair from the darkness. The back of the chair was facing you, so as he sat on it, he rested his arms on the top of the chair and set his head onto his arms. You could see the curious glint in his eyes as he stared at you.

You grumbled. "Am I allowed to ask questions?" Uncomfortably shifting your body, you raised a brow at the killer.

His unblinking eyes analyzed you, and he nodded. You sighed quietly. "How long am I going to be staying here?" You asked questioningly, tilting your head.

You heard a breathy chuckle escape his lips, which made you slightly tense. "Who knows? Those men you call officers won't be findin' ya for awhile."  The male replied, and you sighed in defeat.

You were going to ask another question, but the killer interrupted. "Why don't ya ever say my name?" He queried.

Now it was your turn to chuckle. "Because I call you what you deserve to be called. Cannibal, Serial Killer, Freak." You spat out the last nickname. Oops. If you could cover your mouth, you would've.

The male's face contorted into one of disappointment. "Fair." He responded blankly, and you could see him tightening his grip on the chair. 

You changed the subject before anything escalated. "Anyways, uh..." You pondered, deciding your words carefully. You didn't know what could make him snap. "Could you maybe... loosen my restraints? I think I'm starting to bleed." You asked the male, to which he nodded his head again.

He stood up from his chair, the overhead light being shielded by his tall figure. Speaking of overhead light, he bumped into the small bulb, a growl of annoyance emitting from the killer. You stifled a snicker as he massaged his temple, glaring at you as he walked behind your chair and loosened the knots on the ropes on your wrist and ankles.

Now being able to move a little more freely, you sighed in contentment. "...Thanks." You muttered, glancing toward your captor.

"Yer welcome." He actually sounded... genuine? No. Definitely not. He was most likely trying to earn your trust so he could manipulate you. Yeah, not happening.

You exhaled sharply, narrowing your eyes at the killer. He turned to look at you, but something in his eyes felt... off. His eyes continuously darted from your eyes to your wrists, which were bleeding. You pulled them out of the loosened ropes and hid them from the opposite direction of the male. The man let out a disappointed huff as he went back over to his chair, and abruptly threw it across the room. This made you jump.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed. "Why the hell did you do that?!" Annoyed, you snapped at the killer.

He looked at you from over his shoulder, and you could see the amused look in his eyes. "Did that scare you?" He inquired, which made you tense.

"Uh, yea?" You said in disbelief. Why would he ask such a stupid question? You literally screamed.

"It's funny." He began, and you could hear his breathing become unstable. Uh oh. "How easy it is to scare you." The male breathed out, turning his body to face you. Yep, definitely not good.

You kept your mouth shut as he lifted the bottom of his sweater to reveal a belt full of tools. He drew the knife from the belt, the blade making a hissing-like sound as he pulled it out. You felt yourself freeze as he knelt in front of you, knife in hand.

"I think I know what to do with you now." He laughed maniacally, which made you shrink back in fear.

You really screwed up.

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Hello everyone! Quick A/N; Thank you guys so much for half a thousand reads on my book! I was honestly not expecting people to like it this much... but again, thank you!! It means so much!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! See you in the next one! 🔪💕

(Had to edit a little part)