𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝

Chapter XX : Chapter XX: The Faustian Bargain & Attack

You looked at him, trying to comprehend his meaning, and saw a cold, smirking expression in his eyes. "What do you mean, join you?" you asked.

Instead of answering, Bailey slid a Ghostface mask across the table, bringing it closer to you. "Join us, and everyone will be safe," he said

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"What makes you so sure I'll join you?" you retorted, your hand clenched tightly. The weight of his proposition and the mask before you made your heart race with conflicting emotions.

"Because, deep down, you know it's the only way to protect them," Bailey replied, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. "I can offer you the power to keep you innocent of this murder case, and to keep your loved ones unharmed if you help me with my plan to kill Sam. I'll grant you freedom"

"Grant me freedom? What are you? A god?" You said chuckling at him, feeling torn between the desire to protect your loved ones and the thought of joining the sinister plot. "I won't become a killer like you," you said firmly, pushing the mask away.

Bailey smirked and said, "Well, let's see if this can convince you to reconsider joining us." He took out his phone and slid it across the table towards you. On the screen was a video of your Aunt Leslie, diligently tending to her plants in her garden, while her husband sat on the front porch of their house.

As you watched the video, your heart sank with a mix of fear and anger. Bailey's manipulative tactics were hitting close to home, and you felt the weight of his threats on your loved ones. Despite your anger, you knew you had to remain composed and not give in to his game.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Bailey sneered. "I have eyes everywhere, and I can reach anyone you hold dear. So, unless you want to see something dreadful happen to your Aunt Leslie or anyone else, I suggest you seriously consider my offer." He added.

You gritted your teeth, trying to suppress your emotions. "You're a sick and twisted man, Bailey," you retorted, trying to maintain your composure. "As are you, Y/n. You're also a sick and twisted man, just like your father," Bailey quickly answered, chuckling.

You punched the table, gritting your teeth in frustration, "Damn you, Bailey," you cursed at him. He smiled and laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Consider your options carefully, or you'll regret it. Do you need a little demonstration?" he taunted, dialing a number you didn't recognize. You shouted out in frustration, desperately trying to stop him.

"Stop! Fine, okay! I'll join you, just spare their lives!" you finally relented, bowing your head in defeat. You can now imagine how disappointed Tara, Sam, and the squad were with you for accepting it.

Bailey chuckled triumphantly as he ended the call and put his phone away. "Smart choice, Y/n," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Now that you're on board, we can work together to achieve our goals. You have a unique skill set, and with your intelligence and knowledge, you'll be an invaluable asset to us."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of anger and helplessness. "Fine, I'll help you, but I won't forget what you're making me do, I'll kill you for that," you said, your voice filled with resentment.

"Then I'll wait for that time for you to kill me, it would be an honor since Quinn idolizes your father Stu Macher, and you're his son." He let out as he winks at you, teasing you more.

You clenched your fists, trying to control your anger. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" you replied, your voice laced with disdain. "Using Quinn's admiration for my father against me, it won't work."