OUR SAVIOUR (Slashers x M!Reader)

Chapter Two: Back Again

—(PICTURE ABOVE NOT MINE)—

Previously...
Little do I know, I'm being watched and followed...

Continuing...

I sigh as I climb my tree, going through the front door would be too loud. There's a tree by my window, and the branches are really thick so it's easy to climb in without feeling like you're going to tumble down and have a slow death. I decide to sit on the branch and lean my back against the trunk, not wanting to go inside just yet.

    I feel someone watching me. I turn around.

    No one.

    I sigh, and blame it on the headache. Again. I see the sun peaking up and i climb back inside and shut my window, locking it afterwards. I sigh and sit on my bed. Moments later my mom walks through the door. "Oh. You're awake. You're going back to school today." she says, rolling her eyes and slamming my door. I sigh and open my nightstand drawer and take some tylenol for my head. I get ready, and i dress in a white dress shirt and roll up my sleeves, black pants, black shoes, and a chest harness piece. I then grab my bag, my phone, and my headphones and I walk out the door. I don't bother with breakfast, and I walk to school the other way, so I wont have to deal with them.

—(Time skip)—

    I walk into the building and head for home room. I sigh, sit down, and doodle on a piece of paper. The bell rings 15 minutes later, so I walk to math, my second hour. The halls were empty, which was odd. I was just walking, when I felt a piece of cloth on my mouth, and my eyes start to droop. I then black out, the last thing I saw was a blindfold.

—(Time skip, 2 days later)—

I woke up, my eyes heavy. I couldn't see but I could felt a cloth on my hands, tying me to a chair. There's also one around my eyes, restricting my vision. I grunt and move around, but I can't get free. I decide to stay silent and act like I'm still asleep, to protect myself and because I've watched too many horror movies to know what not and what to do. I hear a door open and footsteps walking down stairs. They walk until they are right in front of me.

—(??? POV)—

'He looks so perfect...so adorable, being tied up like that...I want him to be mine...I need him to be mine. I'm going to make him mine...but, consent is key. I need to take things slow...' I stared at him, lost in my own thoughts. I look down at him, beautiful Y/N. I drag my knife slowly across his amazing jawline. I can feel him shudder, which tells me he's awake. I smile under my mask, a very small one. 'He's so adorable...I just want to scoop him up and cuddle with him forever...so tiny...so fragile...' I think to myself.

—(Y/N POV)—

    I stayed frozen and silent. I have no idea what to do, so I just do the only thing I can do. Sit, and wait. Stay silent. I feel the blindfold slowly fall from my eyes and I look up, my eyes fluttering open. I see a man towering over me with a mechanics suit on and a white mask. I look up at him, afraid to say anything. Then he just walks out of the room. I stare in confusion. 'It's your fault.' I freeze. They can't be back again, can they?

—(3 days later)—

    I'm slowly going insane. The voices wont stop. I'm alone with my thoughts in a dark room that's freezing cold. My body feels numb. I don't even know how long i've been here. I think maybe 5 days? I hear the door unlock, and my bagged eyes slowly drift up. I saw a man with a ghost like mask. He stops in front of me, grabbing my chin and making me look at him gently. He slowly tilts my head to each side and whatnot.

    "Hmm...alright." He pulls out a notebook and writes down some things. "Can you tell me your name?" I stay silent, staring. No blinking or wavering. Just staring. "Kid. Answer me." He says more sternly. I just stare. "Fucking answer me now or i'll gut you alive, you little shit." He says with a deep, menacing voice, leaning closer to my ear. "Do it then." I say, smirking slightly.

    "Hm?"

    "I said do it. Or are you too big of a pussy, huh?"

    Silence...

    I smirk, looking at him. At this point, if I die I die. I don't care enough about life to value it. "excuse me?" he said, his voice even lower. He takes his knife and stabs my shoulder. "Ghmm..do that again, I like it..." I smirk at him, groaning due to the pain. "Tell me your name and then shut the fuck up." he demands. "Oh, it's Y/N." I smile as if nothing happened, which seemed to make him angrier. "Fucking finally." He stands and leaves, yanking the knife out of my shoulder before doing so.

—(30 minutes later)—

I woke up, apparently I fell asleep after the incident. I could feel the dried blood on shoulder and I cringe to myself. I hear the door open again and I groan softly, looking up. Its the mechanic suit dude. "Yo, if you're here to hurt me or kill me, just do it. I honestly don't care if you kill me or not." I look at his hand which is holding a medical kit. 'Oh great...' I think to myself. He takes a small pocket knife and cuts the shirt off of me. "Damn, that's kinky." I say absentmindedly. I hear a small sigh from him and he cleans off the dried blood and bandages the wound. He untied me and gives me a black tank top. "Oh, thanks." I say, putting it on. He pushes me back in the chair and and ties me back up, then leaves.