Psycho play /Lucas baker x Fem! Reader/

3. Happy fucking birthday

Y/N's POV:

Grabbing the candle I led myself through the dark area supported by the dim candle light.

I felt a corner into another room so I followed it.

Walking into the next room I felt water pour on me.

Then the lights turned on.

"Alright, what do you say we play a little game? All you have to do is light the candle and put it on the cake!"

No one's POV:

Y/n looked at the cake in question: 'happy fucking birthday got a light?'

She walks over to the barrel. She was gonna open it until she stopped herself.

She saw a padlock on the box and saw how confusing this puzzle was.

Once Y/n when back into the other room to relight her candle, she saw some rope tied to a doorknob.

As she opened the door to the little room something hit her: this was overwhelming on purpose.

Smiling at her conclusion she made her way to through the balloon massacre that cluttered the floor.

There was a puzzle on the door which she now had to figure out.

While she was trying to solve the word on the door, Lucas watched her from the cameras.

"Wow..." the man said with infatuation.

he was more intrigued with the woman on the screen  then the man in his 'death game'.

He was impressed that someone could beat his puzzle. She just made herself more attractive with her intelligence.

He just couldn't stop watching her.

As she attempted to find possible words for the combination, a word came to her mind.

"I wonder if they have the letters for this word..."

As she spelt the word out, she heard a click from the lock.

"Oh, I guess it was loser" she shrugged.

Once she went into the previous locked room, she grabbed the valve handle.

She walked back to the other room to turn off the water.

When she did, she lit her candle once again to place it on the cake finally.

"YES let's goo!" She jumped with joy.

Y/n looked at the cake with joy as she finished the dumbass puzzle she was forced to do.

The lights turned of as it sang happy birthday.

Then it exploded.

The impact threw Y/n back, which made her hit head against the wall causing the spot to bleed.

The intercom came on again:

"Well look at that, you got it!" He said.

Y/n slowly faded into darkness.

Lucas came into the room with a smug look on his face.

He picked up the knock out beauty and proceeded to take her to another room.

He looked down at Y/n and smiled at her sleeping figure.

He walked with pride holding his newfound lady.

Y/n's POV:

Once I woke up, I was in a different room.

I sat up then heard a jingle of a chain. Looking down seeing it, I realized how fucked I am.

The guy in his rolly chair turned to me.

"Oh, you're awake!" He exclaimed.

"Yea..."

I go to feel my head and I still was slightly bleeding from the cake-bomb incident.

He looked at me with concern when my fingertips became bloodied.

"Did you go hurtin' yourself during the game?" He questioned.

"I think....but I'll be good"  I shrugged.

"Oh no, no, no, you ain' I'll get some stuff to patch you up."

He ran into another room to grab a first aid.

I was confused why he was doing this but I just gonna go along with it.

Once he came back, the guy proceeded to treat my wound.

I flinch at the cold cloth against my temple.

"Sorry about that." He apologized.

Once he finished he wrapped my head in a bandage. then got back to whatever he was doing.

"Sooo...do you have a change of clothes I could use..?"

He looked away from his computer once again.

"Yea I'll get ya some"

He walked out the room again to grab me some clothes.

When he came back he handed me an oversized shirt and pants that I assumed to be his.

"Thanks uh.."

"Lucas"

"Thanks Lucas"

He sat back down again.

I made sure he wasn't looking my way before making an attempt to take my shirt off.

"What's your name lil' lady?" He asked

I quickly pulled my shirt back down before he could see my bra.

"It's Y/n." I responded.

He didn't respond and continued working.

Before more questions could be asked from him I quickly changed my clothes.

I set the other clothes aside and laid myself down to prepare myself for the torments ahead.

Ethan I'm gonna fucking kill you..

(788 words)