||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 11 |Your Little Friend|

I can't explain why, but this action gave me a sense of warmth and comfort. I couldn't help but lean into his touch. I closed my eyes and let the strange peace wash over. All seemed ok, until Bo ran back inside.

TW: uhh descriptive gore type stuff I guess- cuz Bo's a freak :)

Vincent hastily stood up, patting out the ruffles in his clothes as he faced Bo, and effectively body blocked me.

"Where the fuck is she!" Bo raised his voice like an enraged parent. Vincent hesitate then looked down at me. Bo's eyes followed.

In a panic I stood up, but I didn't run. I couldn't, still actively fighting for consciousness. So instead, I cowered behind Vincent.

Bo looked even more furious, "you're coming with me," he rasped, storming over to us, "we gotta go get that little friend of yours." His smile was horrifying, it made my skin crawl.

"Don't touch me!" I spat, trying to hide behind Vincent's large frame. But when Bo reached around, gripping my hair in his hand once again. Vincent barely moved in my defence.

"No!" I repeatedly screamed as he pulled me toward to the door, "Vincent, please don't let him kill me," I cried, trying to hit that softer side I knew he had. But Vincent just stood there, head down, like he couldn't even look at me.

Bo pressed his lips to my ear,"he ain't gonna help you," he hissed with disturbed pleasure. And with that, I was dragged outside.

"Come on," he pushed me forward, releasing his hold on my hair. I thought about running, but that thought was instantly snuffed out by the fact he would most definitely catch me. "Don't even try running..." he added as if he could read my mind, "or I'll cut your friend up and fucking feed her to you." He spoke with such bone chilling certainty. I swallowed my pride, and walked with him right behind me.

I was silent while we walked, sniffling here and there because of the tears I had shed.

Something about the fresh air was nice, I could feel my strength slowly returning. My guess... if I drank more of that water I would've been out cold. I shivered at the thought.

"You're awful quiet now," Bo spoke up, "what's that about, hmm?"

"Huh, I wonder," I quickly snapped back with my new found energy.

"Now she's got a mouth," he chuckled maliciously. I decided not to respond.

We were at the church, which looked much creepier now due to the new dark and gloomy atmosphere of the small town.

'How can the people here not notice this... or worse, how can they be ok with it' I thought as we approached the concrete steps, '...if there's anyone here at all.'

"Look at me," Bo deadpanned when stopped in front of the church. I reluctantly faced him. "You're gonna sit on that step, and you're gonna wait there for me," it wasn't a question. He grabbed the back of my neck, putting his lips near my ear again and whispering in that horrifically low tone, "and if you're not out here when I come back, I will find you, tie you down, and force yours eyes open while I peel the skin from your friends body."

He let me go, staring at me, that same gross pleasure in his eyes, like he got off to the idea of torturing us.

I was shaking as he watched me sit on the steps. "Good girl," he cooed, patting my head before he went into the church.

I sat there, feeling completely numb. I was so scared, and so tired. Worst of all there was nothing I could do. At least not now. Not alone.

After a few minutes went by, I heard Carly scream. It took everything in me not to move. Maybe it was selfishness or maybe it was fear, but I simply stayed seated and covered my ears.

I jumped when Carly burst out of the chapel in a full sprint.

"Y/N?!" She looked at me in a frenzy, "Y/N, come on, we have to go!" She grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the steps.

"No... no, no, no," I muttered, "I can't."

When Bo came running out, Carly bolted. I didn't blame her.

"Stay right fucking there!" Bo yelled to which I sat down like a puppy being scolded.

I couldn't keep watching Bo catch up to Carly, so I closed my eyes. I covered my ears again too, the sound of Carly's screams hurt too much. Though, even while covering my ears I could hear Carly crying for help.

I had to look up. What if he was killing her?

Only a few fear oh was of me I could see Bo was right on top of her, pinning her to the ground. "Help, please! Over here!" She screamed again. That's when I saw the old lady in the window, and I decided to act.

I ran over, ignoring my gut instinct to not move a muscle. The dizziness wasn't so bad anymore, whatever Bo had given me was really starting to ware off.

"Help us!" She continued to yell up at the window, while I waved my arms around, frantically trying to get the ladies attention. Maybe she was deaf or something, but the lady just closed the curtain as though she weren't witnessing a crime.

"Help!" Carly cried again. But it was no use. "What are you going to do to us?" Carly panted.

"Get off of her!" I hollered, attempting to pull him off, but he was much bigger and much stronger. He elbowed me between the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. I fell to be knees, desperately gasping for air.

"What did I say, huh!" He yelled, picking Carly up and slinging her over his shoulder. He roughly grabbed my face with his one free hand, "What did I fucking say?!" If he wasn't angry before, he was now.

Word count: 1000+

A/N- Bo is such a deranged character, but man if it isn't fun writing him!

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