Creepypasta x Reader (A New Beginning- Book 2)

Chapter 7- Fixed

Masky drove in silence as Liu sat in the passenger seat, he fell asleep leaning against the window.
Hoodie laid down in the back seat, listening to the heavy rain slam relentlessly onto the car.

"I don't know why you're exhausting yourself like this" Masky stated glancing at his friend through the rear view mirror. "Especially when you're the one telling me that we need to keep our cool"

He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick for when it needs to be adjusted.

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Hoodie approached rick with gun in hand, dried blood staining his skin from his ear to his cheek.
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"It's always been you stopping me remember?"

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He swung the gun into ricks head as he repeatedly bashed him over. Causing blood to splatter on his hoody.
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"Sometimes you forget that I'm just like you guys, I have my urges" he responded bluntly

"Yeah I've definitely been letting some steam off lately..." he gripped the steering wheel as he glanced out of the window.
"I get that...manipulating Nathan mustn't be easy for you" he tried to sympathise. "But why do you care for him so much?"

"I don't know" hoodie sighed "he's a good person"

"And a cop. You need to be careful"
Masky stated firmly

Hoodie just let out a sigh in response as he turned over, his back facing Masky.

"He's like Sally in every way, it's like having her around all over again..." he reminisced "I cant let anything happen to him I owe her that at least"

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Reader POV

After the boss had 'welcomed' me to his hellhole. I was shown to my room a few floors down. It was small, old and run down. This floor in the building holds the bedrooms of all the poor girls who are forced to be here. I was forced to be hosed down and washed to look presentable enough for the clients.

I sat on the rusting metal framed bed holding my knees to my chest as my back continued to sting, I couldn't help but grip my fist and clench my teeth as the pain would throb and rise at any new movement I made before settling back down to an uncomfortable sting.

I quickly look over towards the door as it swung open, revealing another man in a nice black suit.
His hair was dirty blonde, undercut, parted in the middle. He was the typical handsome man any girl would swoon over. It made me feel uneasy that these people can blend into the public with no problem.
He held some clothing on a hanger in one hand and a small first aid kit in the other.

"Good evening" he greeted "the name's Jackson. I'm in charge of this floor, making sure the girls are where they need to be and keeping things under control. I've been told to get you started"

I couldn't help but swallow nervously trying to moisten my dry throat. He hung the uniform up on a nail that was drilled into the wall.

"Let me have a look then" he stated as he sat next to me, he placed the first aid kit on the bed next to me. He moved me gently so my back faced him as he lifted up my shirt and let the fabric rest on my shoulders. "Looks like he's given you the proper introduction" he hummed in satisfaction.

He unclipped the box as he got out a swab and steriliser.
"This is the boss' way of welcoming you. It's his official mark on you to show where you belong. All of the girls have it. Don't worry It'll heal but it'll scar for life...at least I'll make sure it will"

My eyes stung with tears and I grunted bearing my teeth as the swab touched my wounds causing unbearable pain.

"When your in the clients area. They can treat you however they please. They have permission to do what's necessary to correct your behaviour if you refuse to serve them. That includes hitting you, but it's against the rules to go too far, the boss likes his women pretty and breathing.
However as soon as you're out those doors that's where I and some others come in. To keep order, escorts to the infirmary and to make sure the clients don't follow you back through" he began as he continued to tend to my back.

He couldn't help but click his tongue "some of them are animals. But they pay good money. You will wear the uniform that I hung up on the wall whenever you're with the clients. You must always look appealing and can be punished otherwise. Me and others always come in to escort the girls when their shift is over or beginning, so you just do as your told and you won't get hurt"

All I did was nod as I felt hopeless. A numbing feeling overwhelmed my chest as I struggled to convince myself that I was being searched for.

'They would've found me by now... maybe they aren't looking...the dreams and hallucinations...maybe they're true...'

"I'll be back for you in an hour" he announced as he packed up the med kit "make sure your dressed for when I come back" he ordered as he left the room.

"I'll kill you all..." I mutter quietly as he shut the door.
I jumped as I saw Masky standing in the corner of the room.

"How did you get here?!" I asked shocked as I stood up quickly, ignoring the burning sensation in my back.

He walked towards me letting out a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?" He asked gently cupping my face.

"No." I couldn't help but sob as I lean my cheek into his hand as his thumb caressed my skin "I want to go home"

"I know" he soothed resting his forehead against mine. "I'll get you home. You'll be with all of us just like you wanted" he assured

"Really?" I use my thumbs to wipe my tears.

"Sally..." he bent lower to my level.
I look at him, his hands now holding mine firmly.

"you need to wake up."

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"what?"

My eyes snap open in a scare as the door creaked opened, Jackson was standing in the doorway unhappy.

He sighed walking over to me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up from my bed.
"I told you to be dressed!" He scolded as he ushered me to my hanging uniform.
"Im only nice to the girls that do as they're told" he informed impatiently. "So get changed"

"It's time"