I TALK: so like idk if I should put the credit as like Credit: person - "what they asked me to do" Or if I should just credit the person??? So what do you guys think?
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Y/N POV
I wake up to the feeling of duct tape being tore off my skin and then being reapplied. I try to speak but I realize I couldn't, I furrow my eyebrows before opening my eyes. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust because the room was dark, the only light in the room was coming through a small window at the top of the wall behind me, it was night outside. The light shines down on a person in front of me, showing a man but I couldn't see his face because of the dark I could only see his upper torso and neck. Of course I still screamed though.
"Shh, shh.." He shushes my muffled screams by placing a hand over the tape on my mouth. "Don't be scared.." He softly mutters to me. I realize my ankles are taped together but other than that there was no tape holding me down. I grab his wrist and throw his hand off my mouth, he doesn't fight it.
I tear the tape off my mouth and glare at him as I scoot back, my body pressing against the wall behind me. "Who the fuck are you?! Why the hell am I in this dingy ass basement?" I begin to ask questions. He goes to scoot closer to me but I raise a hand up and he stops. "No, nuh uh, back the fuck up" I point a finger at him, he scoots back and stands, turning on the light before slowly sitting back down where he was before.
"To answer your questions, darling. I'm Wil" He smiles, it was a sweet smile, maybe he was confused on why we were here as well? "And this is my basement! I took you from that home and finally moved you into mine!" He happily exclaims. Nope.
"Moved in--? What the fuck? Dude I don't even know you!" I scowl at him, leaning over and trying to take the tape off my ankles.
He quickly presses a knife to my throat when he sees me trying to escape, I wasn't even sure where he got it from but I saw blood on it, dried or not, it was still sickening. Who's-- "Jareds'" He answers my question before I could even ask it out loud. "He got in the way of us, darling.." He coos, leaning closer to me, knowing I wouldn't move. "I can't believe I can finally.." He raises his hand up to my face, cupping the side of my face with his warm hand. "..I can finally hold you!" He yells, his voice full of pure happiness. He takes the knife away from my neck and pulls me into a tight hug. As he swayed us gently back and forth all that had happened in the past two minutes sunk into my brain. I feel tears form in my eyes before I choke out a sob. Wil gasps. "Oh no! What's wrong..?!" He pouts, backing up ever so slightly so he could see my face.
