Jenna x Reader One-Shots

Escaping the box

A/N: Ellie x Reader

Summary: Y/n gets trapped in the cube and once she swears not to tell anyone, she manages to make it back to Ellie, injured and beaten.

I still have covid but I really wanted to release this but it isn't my greatest due to the fact that I can barely sit up for long period of times, so, enjoy this rushed, shit piece of work <3

HERE WE GO!

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Y/n's POV:

I wake up and feel my head in pain due to how bright the light above me is, I blink repeatedly and roll onto my side, coughing up blood. I gasp as I try to hold myself up and when I look to the right, I see— a man?

"Hey..." I let out, "G—Get me the fuck out of here." I order, seeing him smile as he walks toward the glass.

"I'm in dire need of help." He tells me, I raise an eyebrow and smile, feeling blood run down my nose and I know there's blood in my mouth; I can tell as I can see in my reflection, my hair is an absolute mess as I remember getting into a fight with someone over my girlfriend, Ellie, and this guy helps me while Ellie goes to tell my sister then suddenly I'm here.

"What do you want from me?"

"Your identity." He answers, I chuckle lowly.

"You are funny. You are really funny." I compliment, seeing him tilt his head.

"I think for your sake..." He begins, walking away from me and grabbing a table and moving it close which shows a table with knives. "you're going to want to tell me everything otherwise... you will be in for a very unfortunate treat." He replies, I spit out blood. "Don't... do that." He barks an order at me, I suck in as much blood as I can and spit it at the window.

"Fuck you!" I shout at him, moving away from the glass only to realise, I'm fucking surrounded by glass. I can't avoid him otherwise he'll just move around. I crawl toward the books yet I'm in a lot of pain and nothing has been attended too or healed. I glance back and see him trying to calm himself down.

"Listen here, you little shitbag." He begins, I rest my back against the glass and stare at him from afar, trying to figure out what he wants from me. What he really wants from me. "I need you to give me your details or I will make you end up like this guy." He threatens, opening a small door and setting a photo down. I crawl towards it, tired and out of breath. I gain to my feet and whimper in pain, leaning against the glass and I look to see a picture of a guy.

"Who's he? And why should I feel threatened by you?" I ask him, he smiles and digs into a bag, pulling something out behind his hand. I watch as he struts over and walks toward me, he opens the box and rests fingers in the box. I rest my hand over his and quickly move my other hand in and break 2 fingers. He exclaims in pain, rushing back and retracting his hand. "Fuck you! And fuck you even more for doing that, you psychopath!" I shout, grabbing the fingers and chucking it at the glass. Pacing back and forth with a limp. As I stare him down. If I'm gonna die, I'm not gonna die a coward. I'm not a bitch. My sister didn't raise me like that.

"I will come back later, and you are going to give me... what I want." He orders me to do, out of breath and holding his fingers in pain. I chuckle softly.

"Be my fucking guest!" I exclaim, loudly, shouting at him before laughing and resting my forehead against the window, smiling widely, watching him go to leave. "Hey!" I call on him, he turns to me, "Tell the doctors..." I take a deep breath in, removing my forehead from the glass, "that Y/n broke your fucking fingers!" I exclaim, seeing him open the garage door and leave, he lets it slide down and shut. I continue to laugh. I'm literally in a fucking cage, kidnapped, no phone, no nothing. My mouth is bleeding, my nose is bleeding, my knuckles are bruised and I feel like I have bruises and cuts everywhere and I just broke this guys fingers.