Psycho | SEVENTEEN FF [ON HOLD]

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Authors POV:
What felt like an eternity, Hannah woke up with a throbbing headache. Slowly opening her eyes to regain focus, she had to blink a couple of times as her vision was still blurry. She found herself in complete darkness.

Confusion, and anxiety overwhelms her mind. How did she get here, what is this place? She put her hand on her already crinkled forehead, trying to recap what has happened.

There was no source of light anywhere in the room. Realizing that she was lying on the floor, she slowly stood up and walked around in fright, trying to process her surroundings. As she walked further forward, she suddenly jolted down. Groaning, she looked at one of her ankles, realizing she was chained.

The pain from how tightly she was chained begins to hit her now. Closing her eyes to bear with the pain, tears start to well up. The memories of last night flash again. She puts her mouth to her hand to stifle her sobs.

Lying on the cold ground helplessly, and unable to see what's in front of her, only worsens the situation. As she continues to sob, the door suddenly opens, causing her to quickly back away and sit on the floor. With her knees up to her chest and her arms crossed around them, she looks fearfully at the dark shadow figure making its appearance.

He switches on the light, making the room dim, causing her to immediately put her arm over her eyes before adjusting to the light. He takes slow and steady steps towards her, while whistling the same melody he did when he was chasing her.

The same melody that made her sick to the bones, making her hands go immediately to the ears, desperately trying to block the sound. "P-Please s-stop! S-Stop!" She begs pathetically, making him raise his eyebrows in amusement at her reaction, not stopping the whistling nor his steps.

He is already enjoying the impact he has on her despite not doing anything out of her league yet. Her already trembling body, her tears, and her begs are the reactions he wanted to fish out of her. Although, he didn't expect her to react like this so soon.

"Perhaps, she's more fragile than she looks.' He thought, and that made him feel even more turned on. As he finally came closer to her, he stood in front of her, before kneeling down at match her height.

She looks at the man in front of her, this time he didn't have his mask and bucket hat on, so she could clearly see his face. His dark coal void eyes stare into her fearful ones. He slightly tilts his head, taking details of her entire face. From her eyes, to her nose, to her cheeks, and finally to her quivering lips.

The way he starred at her made her self conscious, so she looked at floor, trying to avoid eye contact, but he quickly lifted it up, by placing his forefinger on her chin. She jolts at the sudden physical contact, but doesn't protest.

She's too scared to.

His eyes flicker back to her eyes, before licking his own lips. He gives her a lop sided grin. "You're quite a jumpy one, aren't you, sweet thing.." He begins while lightly tapping her chin. She gulps, starring into his eyes.