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

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙭: "𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣." + 𝘼/𝙉

Thank you all for over 2.3k reads!! Seriously, that's crazy. And sorry for not uploading a chapter yesterday, it was my birthday!

❗❗ Also TW; There will be a part in this chapter that talks about spiders. If you dislike spiders or fear them, read past the ". . ." / Italics (It looks like this.) ❗❗

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! 

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"I think I know what to do with you now." The male laughed maniacally, raising his knife to your chest.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you braced for whatever pain. Slicing, slit of the throat, stabbing. But to your surprise, you didn't feel anything related to that. In confusion, you opened your eyes slightly, only to see Bob cutting away at your restraints.

You furrowed your eyebrows, clearly confused. "Huh? Why are you..." Your voice trailed off as soon as he looked up at you.

The look on his face seemed to soften. "I figured you would need some rest for... tomorrow." He mumbled. Wait... had his eyes always been black? Weren't they teal before? You didn't know until now.

You shook your head, obviously not convinced. "Why would you, out of all the things you did to me, suddenly want me to rest?" You gave him a questioning look as he continued to cut your restraints.

"It's... hard ta explain. I'll tell ya in the mornin'." The male responded. He seemed to be genuine with his words.

Why was he suddenly acting as if he cared? Was he possessed or something? These thoughts swirled in your mind as the killer suddenly picked you up in bridal style, which surprised you, and made you yelp. This made him chuckle quietly. Yep, still the same old psychopath.

Though the walk was short-lived, you couldn't help but notice how gentle his hold was on you. It's as if he was afraid he'd shatter you if he held you too tightly. Your face warmed at the thought, and you turned your face away before he could notice.

'Get yourself together, Y/N! He's a psychopath!' You internally slapped yourself. Why were you thinking like this?! He literally tried to murder you.

You heard the southern man speak and stop in his tracks, which snapped you out of your thoughts. "Are ya feelin' alright, Hun?" He asked, and you turned red in embarrassment.

"W-Why does that concern you?" You accidentally stuttered. Shit.

A hushed chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke. "Because yer my victim, and I need to know yer well before I do anythin' to ya." The killer stated, his grip on you tightening.

You rolled your eyes. He was obviously holding back your imminent demise. But... why? He could've just killed you while you were vulnerable. Why hadn't he taken all the opportunities to do so? Something was definitely wrong.

As you sulked angrily, the cannibal started walking again, his large, hollow footsteps bouncing off the walls. After a few moments, he pushed open a door and carried you into what looked like a bedroom. It was cleaner than the room you woke up in, but you noticed that the wallpaper was peeling and the ceiling light would flicker now and then.

Setting you down on the oddly comfortable mattress, the male turned around to face a closet, and you tilted your head, puzzled. He threw open the doors and began pulling off his maroon turtleneck. You only realized last minute that he was undressing.

You turned away immediately, hiding your face in your hands. "Y-You could've at least warned me..." You muttered, hearing the psychopath laugh in amusement. This made you shrink back in embarrassment. God, you hated him so much.