THRILL OF THE HUNT - Slashers x Reader

Chapter 6: Play With Your Food

Heads Up: some suggestive content but nothing explicit. 

I just need to override this high, you repeated to yourself as you begin to splash cold water into your face. You could hear something going on outside, but you didn't bother trying to peek your head out.

I'm a fucking coward.

Your hand rested on the sink counter as you stared at yourself in the mirror, watching the droplets of water roll down your face. Luckily, your eyes weren't bloodshot red anymore, but that didn't mean you felt any better. While your weight didn't feel heavy and the tingling sensation on your face was gone, you knew it safer to rot next to Samantha.

However, the noise that was made quickly stopped within seconds. No music was playing anymore, and the movie in the theater room seemed to have ended for nothing could be heard from there either. If anyone had screamed, then you never heard it.

You needed to get out. You may not be able to take down them like you wanted, but at least you could get someone over here before shit hit the fan. If it had already. There was a house phone sitting in the living room, so it shouldn't be that hard to contact the police. Only problem would be if it was cut, yet you never saw anyone carrying around a pair of scissors snipping all of the landline's wires. There was a chance they forgot since their plan seems to have gone south, so why not exploit it?

You couldn't stay locked up in the bathroom forever like Stu said, otherwise you would put yourself in a more tricky situation, so with the chuck of porcelain in your hands, you unlocked the door. Slowly pushing the door open with your foot, waiting for someone to pop out like a movie jumpscare. Luckily, nothing ever came. You poked your head out, letting your hands turn white from the grip on the tank lid.

Down the hall into the theater room you saw a movie's credits rolling, just a few people laying around. The temptation to call out to them was there, yet not a single word escaped your lips. You didn't want to risk it. Stu or Billy could be hanging around there, or that calling out was useless since they'll be on the two men's side– no, Billy and Stu would never do such a thing, they're great guys!

Maybe they were all dead.

With one foot of the ground, you slowly brought it back down as you moved forward, making sure not a single sound would come from your soles tapping against the wooden floors. Each time, you looked side to side, behind, forward, then repeated with every step. You tried your hardest to slow down your breathing since it was heavy from knowing you were in danger, and it didn't help with all of the thoughts going through your head.

Where are they?

Am I going to die tonight?

Where are they?

What to do?

Where are they?

What if they're behind me?

Where are they?

Is anyone alive?

Where are they?

The living room wasn't completely empty from the trash scattered around the place to the blood stains all over the floor to the two people sitting on the couch. You released a breath that was choppy from the sight before you. While it wasn't an exact carbon copy of Samantha's brutal attack, it was in similar style. The two men's throats were slit open with one clean cut from what you could notice. At least they went out quickly. The way they were displaced was like Samantha: hands laying wide open with their noses' pointing towards their laps. Unlike Samantha, they were moved from their original spot of death judging from the lack of blood soaking the couch, but instead splattered all over the floor like they went mud wrestling, and how the two were conveniently sitting next to each other.