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𝓣 𝓱 𝓮 𝓒 𝓸 𝓵 𝓸 𝓻 𝓡 𝓮 𝓭

A/N: ⚠️TW⚠️: MENTIONS OF: Kidnapping, murder, cannibalism, blood, gore, inflicting pain, mature themes, etc.

 
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"You taste delicious, darlin'... I think I'll just have ta' keep ya' a bit longer."

Your face slowly shifts from a wince after a moment of hesitation.  You peek through the force of your eyes begging to stay shut, you know you cannot hide forever.

Ravening eyes meet your own, what little light that entered the room illuminating them even more. When he's done savoring your crimson flavor on his lips, he chuckles, sighing with that same chilling expression.

You can't help but wonder what lies under that disguise, as much as fear constricts your senses in the present moment. Is it wrong to want to see the face of the man who may murder you? You push that thought to the back of your mind, trying to bring yourself to focus on the devil before you. He moves to stand with a heavy huff.

His eyes, however, don't break that stare. He merely looks down at you instead, and you feel your heart palpitate at the sight of the height difference between the two of you. It baffles you, and every time you notice this feature it reminds you that there is no point in fighting.

"Let's get ya' a bit more comfy."

He leans forward, reaching behind you with ease to begin loosening your constraints. This leaves no space between you and the other, and you realize that he probably doesn't understand the concept of personal space. You can't help but notice that he carries the aroma of what seems like copper or rust, with a slightly bitter-sweet undertone. As soon as the ropes which held you back fall from your wrists, his hands grip them just as tight. You jump at this, letting out a slight hiss at the feeling.

"Can't have you gettin' away now, can we?"

He just stays there for a moment after speaking, hands not moving from the hold he has on you. You wonder what's happening at first, until he moves his head against your neck, the horns he wears nearly poking you in the face. You're not sure what the man is doing, until you realize.

With how silent the air is around the both of you, the sound of thumping in your chest just rips through the tension.

He's listening to your heart.

At this discovery, it only races faster. You swear you can feel the swell of it running up your throat and burying itself in the flesh there. This only intensifies as he speaks with that rumbling southern drawl. 

"Did you know... The color red makes yer' heart beat faster?"

He knows exactly what strings to pull to cause a physical reaction out of you, velvet laced words conducting you like you're some kind of puppet. He enjoys himself for a moment longer, eventually pulling away to sit back up a bit, His hands, rough and huge in comparison to your own, still grip at your wrists to ensure your captivity. 

He moves your arms, albeit with some force, to rest at your front. The confidence in his movements assures you that this definitely isn't the first time the other has done this. With that same sureness in his actions, he uses the same rope from before to secure your wrists together. leaving a length of rope which he now holds tightly in his right hand. 

"C'mere." 

As if all direction has vanished, you obey. You think to yourself, if you listen to the other and do as he wishes then maybe he will spare you. 

The teeth peeking through his carnivorous smile makes you second guess that, and you swallow your fear down with some force. 

You're standing now, and the man leads you a corner of the room. A make-shift bed sits on the otherwise cold ground, as well as what looks like a metal bar that's been installed into the wall besides the said mattress. He takes in a deep breath before speaking. 

"Again, I know s' not much. Let's try ta' get ya' comfy-"

"What do you want from me?" You interupt the other, as you just couldnt help yourself. Why you? What was so special, even to a cannibalistic serial killer? 

He must admit, your question had caught him off guard. You had been so oh-so quiet up until now, and he took a moment before replying to hope that you won't be causing any issues. Just in case, he leans over with the ropes that bind you still graped in his fist. He takes the rope and ties it securley around the metal bar, being as thourough as he could to prevent you from getting away so soon.  

"Lemme ask ya'... How long have ya' been in this town?"

"I-"

"Not long enough if ya' don't know who I am, snack." 

You shiver at the name, trying your best to listen to the other against the searing pain holding at your wrists. 

He kneels down again, his masked face level with your own. 

"The time ll' come soon enough for you ta' know ...But I will tell ya' one thing."

His gloved hand moves to your chin, tugging your head up a bit to face him better.

"Ya' may be useful to me as more than just'a dinner, with how willin' you seem ta' be."

"W-What's that supposed to mean?" You reply, your eyes looking up into his own which nearly burn through you with that fucking predatory look he hasn't wiped off his face this whole time. 

"Let's just say I'm lookin' for a partner in crime. If ya' don't blow it, then I might just let'cha live."

He extends a hand, still gloved with that red color.

"That is, if you'd help a sinner out, lambchop."