Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter nine[🩸🍖🤬]

I woke up next to a burning fire place.

My lungs hurt, my ankles and wrists hurt, my rib cage hurt, my head hurt. Everything hurt.

I tried to move but I couldn't. My head was fucking pounding. I felt I was about to throw up. Never in my life have I felt so fucking sick....

I start to hear heavy footsteps coming towards me along with the sound of something dragging.

Whatever was being pulled was thrown onto the ground as the footsteps came closer and closer.

A huge hand gripped my shoulder and shook me lightly.

"Hey, you awake?"

That voice....

I turn onto my side to see Bob with his mask on staring at me with a tired expression.

"G-get....away...from..........me.."

"Sorry, no can do I'm afraid."

He picked me up and carried me over his shoulder. I watched the ground move as he carried me into a room.

He placed me onto a bed and put a blanket over me. It was just then when I realized that my ankles and wrists had been stitched.

"You should sleep some more. Give yourself more time to heal."

"How....long has it...been?"

"A few days. You went into a coma after your... attempt." He growled.

I questioned his choice of words. But then it's like a flash back hit me out of no where. I remember the cutting, the cracking ice, the cold water, the feeling of drowning...

Bob leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Looks like I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you from now on, aren't I?"

I felt a shiver down my spine as he trailed his sharp claw down my face and under my chin.

I pulled away from him and buried my face into the pillow next to me. Bob let out a little chuckle as he exited the room.

I felt dizzy and weak. I fixed myself into a comfortable sleeping position before letting sleep take over me.

..........

"Hey, wake up."

I slowly open my eyes to a blood covered bob. He had a little smile on his face.

"I wanna show you something."

He grabbed my Arm and forced me to stand up. I felt heavy and still dizzy. He held my arm as we walked towards his front door.

He unlocked it and we both stood on the porch.

"Wait here. Do NOT run away. I'm telling you this for your own good." He said with a light growl.

I stayed put as he walked back into the house. I strained to listen as I heard chains and dragging along with crying.

Bob brought out a live person. Their face was covered by a black bag. He pulled off the bag to reveal a terrified teenage boy.

Bob removed his chains and made him stand up.

"Go on get out of here you're free."