Is it really the end? (Bob x reader) part 2

Chapter 5-Taken

Y/n's pov:
"H-how did you get my address.?"
I asked stepping against the wall.
"I have my ways darlin~...now we can be together forever now that he's out of the way~"
He told me while stepping closer to me.
"I-I won't go with you!"
I yelled in protest.
He gave me a frown and stepped closer to me grabbing my chin, hard.
"I don't just spend 6 years in prison to come back to the love of my life who wants nothing to do with me!"
He said screaming at my face.
I felt tears roll down my face from bobs aggravated
Speech. The man I used to love so much yelling at me as if I was nothing, that pissed me off.
"If I new you were coming back I would have never gotten married! I had a husband! We could have started a family!"
I screamed back at him slapping his hand away.
"We were going to get married. We were going to start a family."
He said back in a stern tone.
"And I'm sure we will pick up we're we left off~"
He said now sounding more seductive.
He stepped closer to me pinning his hands on either side of my head. He gave me one more malicious grin before kissing my cheek down onto my neck. While he was attacking my neck he brought his knee to my crouch, grinding against it. While he was going to town on my neck and crouch, I was inching my fingers towards the knife on the counter. Once my finger tips reached it, I grabbed hold of it and sliced him on the arm. I didn't want to kill him, just something that would make him let go from the pain, which he did. He let out a loud grown and stepped back holding his wound. I took the chance to get my husbands car keys and made my way to the garage. I opened the garage door and unlocked the car. I stepped in and locked it immediately. I turn the key in, having hope to escape! I turned the keys in waiting for the engine to start, it never did. I tried and tried but no matter what the engine wouldn't fucking start! I heard a breathy giggle coming from outside the garage door. I prayed he would just leave but, I'm not the luckiest person. I saw him step into the garage door, we made eye contact as he went up to one of the lose bricks in our garage door, pulling it out. He stepped closer to the car and as I was about to run towards the back seat he smashed the window and the brick made contact with my head knocking me out.

I woke up to movement I looked around to see my eyes meet with a floor of a car. I tried to get up but my hands and legs were tied tight with rope. I tried to scream but my mouth was also covered.
"Ah. Your awake."
A familiar southern accent filled my ears, Bob.
I tried to tell him to untie me and take me back but all that came out was some muffled speech.
He just chuckled at my attempt to talk and told me that he'll let me speak once I've been a "good girl".
I rolled on my back facing the ceiling of the car and spaced out for a while.

After of what felt like forever the sun started to rise, Jesus we've been driving all night we're could we have gone. And how could we not have gotten pulled over? Bob was wearing a devil costume, how could that not be suspicious? Bob then pulled over to a dingy gas station. He got up from the front seat and filled his car up with gas he then started to untie me and undo my rang that was covering my mouth. I started to scream but he immediately covered my mouth.
"I'll cut that fucking tongue of yours if you don't shut up."
He snapped.
Knowing him, he probably fucking would so I stayed quiet.
"I'm going to go change, I suggest you go to the bathroom as well we have another long drive."
He informed me.
I guess I should I don't want to piss myself while going to wherever we're going.
"Oh and by the way I made sure to stop by a gas station were the bathrooms have no windows, you could say I had this planned out".
He told me before we went into separate bathrooms.
I groaned in annoyance, I can't believe that bastard killed my husband and kidnapped me!

When I finished going to the revolting bathroom I stepped outside and Bob was already waiting for me. This was the first time I've seen him without his mask in 6 years...he had a salt and pepper beard that matched with his hair. His eye looked a lot more tired than they did back then. Yup after all these years he was still attractive..what no! I hate him!

He let me sit in the front seat since I've been a "good girl". I didn't fight back this time, he would just come looking for me. No matter how long it is or how far away I am he'll always come find me. So I just went along to whatever he says.
After driving for a bit with no sound of the radio,just the sounds of the tiers along the country side road.
"We're we going?"
I finally asked.
"Somewhere were I'm sure no one will take you away from me."
He said in a serious tone.
I started to get worried, will he lock me up in a dingy old basement? Tournament me for moving on? Kill me?! Bob noticed my worried behavior so he set his hand on my thigh rubbing circles around it with his thumb.

"I'm not going to hurt you darlin' I'm just picking us up were we left off"

A/n:
Getting married pt.2 😚