Stranger (Johnny slaughter x reader)

Outlook

Y/n's heart raced, and a cold sweat formed on her forehead as Johnny started to wrap the chains around her leg, pulling them tight to secure her, wrapping the other end on the handle of the stairs. She cast a nervous glance at Sissy, who remained eerily silent, her knife poised and ready.

With meticulous care, Johnny completed his task by attaching the padlock to the chains, ensuring Y/n had no chance of escape. He stepped back, a chilling sense of satisfaction evident in the unsettling grin that crept across his face. The metallic clinks of the chains seemed to echo through the room, amplifying Y/n's sense of dread.

"Now," Johnny asserted, his tone demanding Y/n's full attention, "do anything stupid, and you're losing hand privileges." He chuckled ominously, the threat hanging heavily in the air.

Y/n, feeling trapped and vulnerable, nodded nervously, her eyes darting between Johnny and Sissy.

Trembling slightly, Y/n hesitated for a moment before nervously asking Johnny, "Um, can I... use the restroom?"

Johnny grinned mischievously and said, "Sure thing, sweetheart. Sissy, take her, will ya?"

Sissy nodded and gestured for Y/n to follow her as she led the way.
As they walked, the chains and rope clanked against the floor, echoing through the hallway, making Y/n feel like a prisoner.

Y/n reluctantly entered the bathroom, acutely aware of Sissy's presence just outside the door. Her every move was being observed, and the feeling of being constantly watched added to her unease.

As Y/n washed her hands, she couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were filled with fear . The events of the day had taken a dark turn, and she knew she had to stay strong to navigate. She splashed some water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind and come up with a plan to escape this terrifying predicament.

As Y/n studied herself in the mirror, the bruise on her forehead still appeared distressingly fresh. She gingerly traced her fingers over the tender area, feeling a pang of pain with each touch.

As Y/n stared at her reflection, a sense of disconnection washed over her. The woman in the mirror seemed like a stranger. Her disheveled hair, the fear in her eyes, and that prominent bruise on her forehead all contributed to this unsettling feeling. She didn't recognize the person she had become since arriving at this house, and the thought of her own transformation sent shivers down her spine.

Y/n gathered herself and stepped out of the bathroom, the images in the mirror still haunting her thoughts. As she reentered the room, she felt the weight of her captivity and the strange company she was in. Sissy's watchful presence and Johnny's unpredictable behavior made every moment in this house feel like a test of her endurance.

Johnny had taken a seat on the worn-out living room couch, his eyes fixed on Y/n as she returned from the bathroom. His posture was relaxed, but there was a calculating glint in his eyes, making it clear that he was still very much in control of the situation.

"Hey, Sissy," Johnny called out to her, "help y/n clean up a bit, would ya? She looks like she could use it."

Sissy's lips formed a thin line, and she shot Johnny an irritated glance before grudgingly nodding again. It was clear she wasn't pleased with the idea of helping Y/n after she had read her story, but she complied nonetheless.

"Okay, sweetheart. You just wait down here with Johnny," Sissy said sweetly before running up the stairs. Y/n looked back at Johnny, and he tapped on a spot beside him, waiting for Y/n to sit. Y/n hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over and taking a seat next to Johnny.

Johnny leaned in closer to Y/n and whispered, "Look, baby doll, I don't want to hurt you, so just cooperate, and we won't have any problems, okay?"

Johnny nodded, his eyes fixed on Y/n, waiting for her to nod in agreement.