Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter eight [🤬🩸🍖👊💥]

Okay okay. Think y/n!

What can I do? I've never been in one of these situations before. This is all completely new territory for me.

My arms and legs are restrained. I don't see anything that could possibly....

A knife!

"Bob must have left it before leaving the basement. I can grab it and...... wait a second, what the fuck am I thinking?! I can't cut myself free! These are chains for fucks sake!" I scolded myself.

I was thinking of what I could do but nothing was popping up. I resulted to thinking about movies and tv shows were a situation like this had a solution.

.......Geralds game.

That traumatizing Netflix movie where the wife is handcuffed to a bed and trapped there after her husband died of a heart attack.

In the movie, she used broken glass to cut her wrist and used her blood to slip out of the handcuffs like butter!

"This is gonna hurt like hell......."

I reached out to grab the knife. It wasn't that far away since bob was right in front of me before leaving. But it was still just a bit out of reach. I reached out as far as I could, stretching out my fingers to get some kind of grip on it.

I used the very tip of my fingers to pull the knife forward as it pretty soon made its way into my hand.

"Yes!"

I grabbed the knife and took a deep breath.

"Ok y/n......you've cut yourself before. You just have to do it again......but deeper."

I grabbed the blade and shoved it into my wrist. Hissing at the pain, I try to keep myself together as blood started to pour out.

I made sure to move my wrist to have the blood cover my hand and the chains.

"Ok y/n.....now, PULL!"

I ripped my hand from the chain, a huge chunk of flesh was scraped off of my palm. I gagged in disgust as I started to cut my other wrist. It was easier since my other hand was now free.

I quickly pulled my other hand out of the chain, biting my tongue to keep myself from screaming in pain.

That was it! It was over!

Oh......my legs.....

"Oh fuck this bullshit."

I cut around my ankles and slipped my feet out of the restraints.

I struggled to get up as everything in my body hurt so much.

My ribs were still broken. My ankles and wrists were leaking with blood.

I opened the basement door, walking out to find the front or back door. I walk into what seemed to be a living room to see Bob asleep on the couch with the TV on a cooking channel.

What bob doesn't know is that minus breaking free from the chains, I've been in this situation before. Years of sneaking out of the house while dad is asleep had made me a master at being quiet.

I find the front door and walk to it. It was a big door, with multiple locks and bloody hand prints that looked like they tried to escape before being killed....

"Ok.... Ok.... Think..."

Idea

I can use white noise to block out the locks. I turned towards where Bob was sleeping and made my way towards him. The remote was on his stomach.