Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 39 - Meeting new people

2 weeks had gone by and everything felt as if it was moving in slow motion.
A dark cloud hung above everyone's head once they had figured out Stu had told Y/N the new nightly routine.

Everyone felt upset, because they could only watch as the person that they cared so deeply for, fell into a state of numbness.

Y/N was at her worst.

She didn't eat much - if she ate anything at all. She barely slept, she hadn't ever gotten up from her bed except to use the washroom and have the rare shower.

Y/N couldn't do much of late, except for lay in her bed and stare at the ceiling, or 'read' a good book at her desk.

During the nights she was suppose to be sleeping, she laid awake. How could you sleep while people who had betrayed you and taken away your freedom were in the room with you?
Exactly. You can't.

Y/N's head was scrambled with thoughts constantly. Which never allowed her to relax, even for a moment.

The others tried to check on her everyday to see what her emotional state was like, by asking simple questions like: "How are you holding up?" , "Are you okay?" , "How are you feeling?".

But nothing comforted the girl. Nothing.

Y/N didn't feel much emotion anymore, except for confusion, sadness, and anger.

She was confused on why her previous best friends couldn't just let her go? To be normal, and do the right thing?
She was upset that they couldn't see the story from her point of view.
And angry because they won't listen when she tried to explain it to them.

During the time Y/N laid awake, and the slashers slept, she plotted.
Even if she looked sorrowful to the plain eye, under was a burning fire of rage and determination that could never be put out. No matter how hard the slashers tried, she would not allow herself to be kept here by such evil spirits.

Feminine rage really is a scary thing.
It can be so present in a woman, to where it shows as a look of terror.

Not because of what they fear what others will do, but what she will.
When blinded by rage, you can't think straight, you don't even realise what's happening until it's over. And you never know what can happen within those minutes of fury. The fury of a woman who finally snapped.

With a clenched jaw, Y/N sat at her desk, scribbling her plans on a page in a random book off her shelf.
After her second attempt at escaping, Hannibal had taken the book that she was previously plotting in.

But Y/N wasn't stupid, she had erased all traces of her real plans from the notebook. She knew one of the slashers would eventually try to take the notebook from her.

The last thing she wanted was them on her trail. So, she wrote a few things that would lead them down a completely different path.

Y/N had to be emotionally unavailable to the demented men. She had to appear almost... invisible.

Y/N couldn't have anyone knowing what she was planning to do. Her plan had become more advanced, more detailed, and more complicated.

It would take some time to achieve, but that allowed her to shake the men off of her heels before she would go through with her grand escape.
That way she could do it with little to no suspicion from the slashers.

Not only did her plan become more complicated, but it was going to be her final attempt at escaping. Actually, it wouldn't even be an attempt, because she would escape this time.

Y/N sketched the final line of the layout of the house she was being held captive in, that would prove to be very useful to her plan, it was a key part to her escape. Without it, it wouldn't be impossible, but would definitely be pretty damn close to it.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

A sudden knock on her door caused Y/N to jump and quickly close the book, sliding it back on her book shelf. Now the book just looked like a boring old one, one of many, that sat collecting dust on her shelf.

Y/N threw on her emotionless expression as she usually did around any and all of the slashers.

She grabbed the book 'Pride and Prejudice' and was pretending to be lost in the words that were stamped on the pages.

The door slowly creaked open and in walked a new face. Well, what you could see of it.

A burly, plump man walked into the room.
The mystery man almost touch the top of the door with his head he was so tall. The man ducked as he shyly walked inside the room.

He wore a white dress shirt with a black and white tie. To go with the fancy shirt, he wore dark grey dress pants and a brown belt to hold them up. His tie was not the only thing that stayed around his neck, but a yellow apron did as well and fell to just above his knees.

Y/N's eyes trailed up to get a look at this man's face and was greatly surprised to not actually see his face. A skin mask covered his face. Y/N didn't know if it was just fake or a real persons face - but she didn't want to find out.

The dark brown haired man slowly shuffled towards her, he looked at Y/N and tilted his head slightly in intrigue.

Y/N placed her romance novel down on her desk and focused her attention on the man.
She waited for him to speak, to introduce himself, to do anything that would hint at a reason for this man to be here.

When the man said nothing, and just stood still while continuing to stare at the young woman, Y/N figured she had to say something.

"Who are you?"
Y/N said, her tone was bland and held that of no emotion. While her expression very much resembled her tone.

The man cautiously walked closer to her, Y/N felt tempted to scoot her chair back further, but she didn't move.
The man infront of her seemed extremely timid, like if she made any sudden movements he'd jump and scurry away out of fear.

Y/N remained still as the man reached a hand behind her and grabbed her pencil plus her romance novel.

He backed away quickly after grabbing what he needed.
He open the novel and scribbled on the blank inner cover of the book.

After a few seconds, he turned the book towards the woman - showing her what he wrote.

In tiny but messy scribbled letters, spelt a name.

Y/N scooted closer to her a better view of what it said.

'Bᵤ𝚋𝚋ₐ'

It read.