Small World | Chapter 7

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You sat cupping your bleeding face, shock still gripping you by the throat. Bob began to rummage through a drawer in his vanity before coming upon some bandages; he wrapped your face with them. You began to cry once more, you've never felt so vulnerable and weak in your entire life.

Bob sat beside you on the bed, his hand on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I hope you know that." he whispered in a soft, calming voice. You're shaking and he holds your hand in his; you cant believe his change in mood, he was just cutting your fucking eye out!

He pulls your body to his in a warm embrace; you wrapped your arms around him and began to cry louder. He shushes you and strokes your back soothingly. (damn he manipulating y'all fr) He lifts your legs up onto the bed and reaches for a pill bottle on the nightstand. "This'll help with the pain darlin'." He slipped the pills into your mouth and you swallowed them.

He went over to the other side of the bed, laid down, and cradled you; you felt like you were going to die but you didn't want to anger him again so you stayed perfectly still. You closed your eye and tried to ignore the pain. After a while you finally drifted to sleep.

...

You were sprinting through the woods, your heart pounding through your ears. You could hear him laughing, and you couldn't stop or he would find you. "Here I come little lamb!" he called mockingly.

You came upon a abandoned yet familiar diner and decided to take shelter in it. You hid behind a bar lining the back of the restaurant. When you crouched down you caught a whiff of the nastiest smell you'd ever come across wafting through a cracked door.

You crawled up to it and read the barely visible letters 'Employees Only'. You carefully opened the door all the way and stalked inside the dark room. You fumbled for the lights but eventually found a switch.

Once you could finally see the room... you saw it. There were bodies hung from the ceiling on hooks like pigs in a butcher shop. You put your hand over your mouth to avoid screaming and felt bile rise up in your throat.

Suddenly a hand reached out from the shadows at your feet and dragged you into the darkness. You grasped at the ground to try and save yourself but the hand was freakishly strong. You screamed at the top of your lungs for help but no one came.

...

You bolted awake, cold sweat streaming down your face. You tried to ground yourself by naming things around you "Vanity... nightstand... knife rack, and blankets..." You stretched and looked around the room, Bob seemed to have left already and you laid back down.

You heard humming from outside the door, it was your favorite song. You sat up as the humming grew louder, along with footsteps. Bob opened the door, carrying a tray with what looked like (your favorite breakfast food) and some pork chops. He set the tray down on the bed and stood it up on small pull out legs.

"Well good mornin' to ya'!" he smiled warmly "I made ya' some breakfast." You hesitated to speak, something felt off... "Erm... thanks.." you mumbled as you gingerly reach for the fork. He stands there watching you, his unblinking eyes examining your every move. You smile half-heartedly at him, still unsure.

You cut a small chunk off the 'pork chop' and ate it; surprisingly enjoying it. His smile began to widen as you ate. "Do ya' wanna know what I made for ya?" he tilted his head "It's from your old neighbor lady." You immediately stopped chewing.

You spit the food out and glared at it. "Wh-what..?" your eyes widened at the realization of what you were eating. "Ya' heard what I said, it's from the old neighbor lady!" his smiled widened more, and your stomach began to turn.

"No.. it's not... You're just trying to scare me..!" you pushed the tray away and held your knees up to your chest. He belted out a laugh, not a funny laugh... but a sadistic laugh. He grabbed the tray and walked out the door, still laughing. You took a deep breath and told yourself that it wasn't human meat... you're clearly in denial.

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Bro fr manipulating y'all so hard XD

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