LOVESTRUCK // Slashers x Fem Reader

Chapter 22 - Freedom for Breakfast

Desperate gasps permeated through the empty caverns. Quick, heavy, panicked breaths that shattered the silence of the caves. Harsh tearing and clawing noises rippled through the darkness.

The ripping of webbing and the scraping of metal was deafening. But there was no one there to hear it. Only a young man desperately tearing at his own webbed coffin. Skin slick and dirtied with sweat and soil. His stomach groaned in pain. It had been more than a day by now, surely. God, he hadn't eaten in so long. He felt sickly.

But more than sick, he felt guilty. He'd promised he would kill them. Those... creatures. Spiders, yes, but at that size... perhaps a more fitting name would be monsters. Finally, he felt the thin feeling of air wash over one of his feet. He'd been kicking his metal leg for so long, and it had finally broken through.

He continued on throwing about his leg, hoping to widen the gap in his bindings. The hole grew with each kick, and he felt a strong stream of air fill his airways.

And then there was freedom. He pulled the thick cocoon off of his stomach and chest, finally moving to his face. He groaned as he sucked in a deep breath of air, and possibly dust due to his location in this cave, but still. It was air.

He noticed around his body a few cuts that had formed with his kicking and clawing at the webs that had previously entombed him. He'd been scraped up by the rocks around him, presumably when that spider had carried him back here.

God, he was so tired. But he couldn't sleep. He had to find a way out of here. He had to get back to the outside world. Back to his sweet best friend. Back to his sweet little Gummy Bear. Back to you. He had to get back to you.

You were probably worried, weren't you? He hoped you were. But at the same time, he prayed you weren't. The last thing he wanted was for you to worry.

But at the same time, it occurred to him that running around might not be the best idea. He was wounded. Heavily wounded. And he knew that rule about getting lost. You never moved unless you had too. But he did have too, didn't he? Considering where he was, he could be in danger.

He patted his pockets, desperately searching for something to light his way. Somehow, luck seemed to have blessed his soul this day, and he pulled a small flashlight from his shorts pocket.

He clicked the button, praying for battery. Again, it seemed that luck would be his savior on this day. Light flickered into existence before his eyes, and he had to squeeze them shut to adjust before looking around.

It was a mine. He was trapped in a mine. And from what he could tell, a dangerous one too. Methane. The mine was filled with Methane gas. Shit. It was a damn good thing he was only using a flashlight.

He took his first step forward, noting the ground and walls covered in webbing. When he got to the entrance to this specific path on the mineshaft, he found a split. It was likely the main tunnel. He debated whether or not to go further.

On the one hand, the place he'd been left was likely dangerous. It was most likely the spider's nest. On the other hand, he had no idea what was out in these corridors. Here, he could hide under webs and all. Out there, well, he was out in the open.

And none of that solved the desperate hunger he felt. He was beyond sick, and there was nothing to eat in here. But if he kept walking and wasted energy, he could die so much faster. So he sat down in a corner and prayed. He prayed that someone would find him. Most of all, he prayed that someone would be you.

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"You heard me."

Harlan nodded, "So... aliens stole your friend?"