Stranger (Johnny slaughter x reader)

As the night chilled pt.2

Y/n's pleas grew more desperate with every step Johnny took, dragging her mercilessly up the stairs. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to find any words that might reach him.

"Please, Johnny, just listen for a moment," Y/n choked out, her voice trembling. "I can help you... find Nancy. You said she raised you, right? I've seen the notes... I know things about her, things that might lead us to her. Just... just give me a chance, please."

In that fragile moment, Johnny's grip on her loosened ever so slightly. His face, once contorted with torment and anger, began to show signs of doubt. It was as if her words had ignited a spark of hope within him, a glimmer of possibility that he had longed for.

Johnny's voice, though still wary, held a trace of vulnerability as he responded, "You... you really think you can help me find her?" He hesitated, looking into Y/n's eyes, searching for sincerity.

Y/n nodded fervently, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. "Yes, Johnny, I do. We can find her together. Just... please, let's talk about this."

For a moment, a tense silence hung in the air, and Y/n could feel the weight of Johnny's internal struggle.

As Johnny continued to drag Y/n up the stairs, his grip on her still firm, his face remained an enigma. He gave no verbal acknowledgment of her offer, and his expression betrayed no discernible change. It was as if he were weighing her words in the balance of his trust, an internal struggle hidden behind a stoic facade.

Desperation etched across her face, Y/n couldn't help but beg further, her voice quivering with fear and disbelief. "Johnny, no, I swear, please, this is sick! I swear, I'll do whatever you want, just... just don't take me away like this."

With each step they ascended, the tension in the air grew palpable. Y/n's pleas reverberated through the dimly lit staircase, echoing in the shadowy corners of the house. The uncertain fate that awaited her hung in the balance, with Johnny's decision still shrouded in ambiguity.

At the top of the stairs, Johnny halted abruptly, gripping Y/n's arm to restrain her. With a swift, forceful motion, he pushed her into a room and locked the door behind them, the metallic click of the lock sealing her fate. Y/n was now confined within the darkness of Johnny's room, her heart pounding as she realized the gravity of her situation.

Johnny threw Y/n onto the bed, her pleas for mercy growing more desperate. Her heart raced, and tears streamed down her face. But as she looked up at Johnny, something caught her attention. Tears welled in his eyes, too, mirroring her fear and despair.

Y/n watched in terror as Johnny's face contorted with anger and desperation. He climbed on top of her, his grip firm and threatening.

"Don't mess with me, Y/n," he growled, his voice shaking with emotion. "That's my family you're talking about. Don't lie, Y/n."

Y/n's voice trembled as she continued to plead her case, her words interspersed with sobs. She knew she had to make him see reason, to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Johnny, please," she implored, her fingers trembling as they touched his arm. His hot tears fell onto her cheeks, mingling with her own. "I'm not lying, I promise. I can help you find Nancy. I know it's important to you. Just hear me out, please."

Johnny's grip remained tight, but Y/n could see a flicker of doubt in his eyes, a trace of uncertainty amidst the storm of emotions. The room seemed to close in around them as they grappled with the tension between truth and suspicion, their fates hanging in the balance.

Johnny's grip loosened, and he climbed off Y/n, his face a storm of conflicting emotions. The room felt suffocating as he began to pace back and forth, his heavy footsteps echoing ominously on the wooden floor.