Creepypasta x Reader (A New Beginning- Book 2)

Chapter 5- Fixed

Nathan and Hoodie drove in silence as they prepared for the long drive to the next town.

"Is anyone else coming with us?" Nathan broke the silence glancing over to hoodie whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"I've sent a heads up to Tim and Liu, they'll meet us there. They should arrive shortly after us, but until then we'll keep things professional with the cop" he gestured to Nathan as he leaned back into his seat.

"Right" Nathan rolled his eyes as he gave a small nod.

They continued to drive in silence until Nathan spoke up again "So...how come you wear a mask? Like the others I get because of how they look and all. But you and Tim, you look 'normal' so... what's up with that?"

"It's...complicated" hoodie struggled to answer.

"It doesn't make sense is what it is" Nathan glanced over.

"You don't question how Jack can see without eyes but you'll question this?" Hoodie countered

"I wouldn't ask him something as serious as that, its different to ask you why you wear stupid looking cloth to cover up your face" he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come on man" hoodie sighed as he put his elbow on the open window and leaned his face into his palm.

"Okay, okay" he smiled as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. "I just think that you're... quite a looker and you shouldn't hide it"

Hoodie couldn't help but subtly raise a brow at Nathan.

"What?" Nathan asked as they exchanged a quick glance

"Thats an odd thing to say" hoodie replied confused.

"Grow up, it's just a compliment" Nathan sighed as he flicked the blinker taking a right turn.

"It's an odd compliment is what it is" Hoodie mocked "you can't sweet talk me into just telling you"

"Okay I get it" Nathan sighed "I'll stop prying"

"Thank you" he opened the file on Mick and flicked through it once more.

"When i read about his criminal history it was only purely robbing graves, hell I was even at one of his crime scenes a few years back but hadn't heard anything until Sally was targeted. This is his first time taking a... body with him...but I can't imagine why he would"

"Mm" was all hoodie mumbled, he wasn't going to let Nathan or his grandparents know that    Sally may still be very well alive.

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Reader POV

I was sat down in the tumbling van feeling weak and hopeless.
I had hoped the guys were able to finde but now im being taken further away...but I was losing faith that they were ever going to find me now.

I was suddenly thrown forwards and my bound hands roughly hit the van floor.

Footsteps made their way around the van until they reached the doors. I shuffled backwards, far away as possible as they swung open.

The stranger hauled himself inside as he approached me quickly and pulled me up with no care by my arm without a second thought.
He forcefully yanked me out of the van and into the dingy underground car park.

Amongst the few other vans there were expensive cars that were clean and well kept.

He dragged me along to the other side and stood in front of an elevator.
I got pulled inside, his firm grip still just as tight on me as he pressed the button up to a higher floor above ground.

I felt the masked stranger glance at me a few times as I couldn't help but return them from intimidation.

The doors opened revealing a posh decorated room. In front of ne stood a man dressed in a sharp suit with his hair slicked back.

"She's all yours" the man next to you spoke as he cut my wrists free and took off my gag. He ushered me out of the elevator and it made its way back down, leaving me and the suited man alone.

"Welcome" he spoke up as he approached me. "I'm sure you must be confused, poor thing" he began to lead me further into his office towards his desk. "Excuse the poor view" he gestured towards the decent sized windows that looked down forwards the abandoned empty street. "This is the bad part of town, no one comes out here unless they have a sin to commit"

"Where the fuck am I?" I ask with a glare.

"You're in my firm now." He Announced as he leaned against his desk as I stood in front of him. "A gentlemens club. Every single man you see in here has more wealth than anyone could ever imagine. You're here now as my slave. You will serve these men however they please. From drinks, to entertainment and even sex if they wish"

My eyes widened in shock as my heart began to pound sickly harder full of anxiety.

"Any girl here who disobeys will be severely punished. So...let's have a look at my new hire" he smirked "take it off"

"What, my shirt?" I ask already knowing, but I was hoping I was wrong.

"Yes your shirt, get rid of it" he ordered once more with a frown.

I hesitantly shook my head no as I fold my arms. He got up with a sigh and reached behind his desk pulling out a whip.

"I will use this on any girl who disobeys...this is their punishment. It's not a kink. It's not a toy. It's an instrument of torture. It is pain." He swung the whip and a loud crack cackled through the air causing me to flinch. There was a mark that cut through the floor where the whip had slashed.

"That will be on your bare skin if you don't do as your told. It's best to learn that now before you get in there. You belong to me. You belong to anyone in this building who claims you during their stay." he scolded as he carefully held the whip in both of his hands. "Tell me your name"

"You're a fucking Psycho!" I threaten.

The whip cracked harshly again and I flinched at the noise."Fuck! It's Sally!" I yell leaning away 

"Not anymore" he approached me "you will be called whatever my clients want to call you, and you will always answer to that. You're nothing but a tool and if you don't function you will be fixed. Now take. Off. Your shirt."

He circled me as I swallow my nerves and pride, I take off my tattered and filthy shirt leaving me exposed in a worn bra, revealing my scars.

"Interesting" he whispered to himself. I felt his presence towering behind me.

He raised the whip and swung it, slashing my back as it emitted a loud crack. A memory of when Toby was teaching me...when he was proud of me for not faltering...

I let out an agonising scream as I fall to my knees shaking in pain, despite the burning and throbbing sensation trying to paralyse me, I manage to weakly stand myself up, I was slightly hunched over as blood trickled down my lower back.
I couldn't help but take deep breaths as my eyes sting with tears.

He leaned his hands on his knees as he bent down to my level.
"Impressive!" He exclaimed in admiration "you're the first one to get right back up!"

Another harsh cackle echoed through the room as I let out another scream in pain, my body couldn't take the second slash as it completely gave out and I felt to the floor feeling like my breath had been knocked out of me.

"I admire your bravery but it's just going to get you punished" he tutted "I like you, you're quickly becoming one of my favourites already" he smirked.

"Go to hell!" I spat as I held myself in an attempt to comfort the pain.

His smirk grew as he walked back over to his desk. "Those wounds in your back will turn into lifelong scars to always remind you that you belong here." He spoke sternly "you are nothing, you are only who our clients say you are, you are no longer your own person.

You belong to me now"