Praying for a sinner || Ticci Toby x Reader

☾🌧 | Chapter 4 | 🌧☽

YOUR POV

My back aches as I sit up on the cold floor, my ear hurts more today 'Maybe I should have just slept in the bed'. I turn and look at the still-asleep male, his chest lifting and falling peacefully 'How does something sleep so well in this hell' I let out a loose sigh as I stand up. "Wake up" I demand while shoving him with my foot, chain rattling slightly against the floor. "Fuck off" he groans while turning toward me, his shirt askew, his hair is disheveled and he has that sleep-stained voice. "I have to pee," I say crossing my arms "Okay? what the fucks that got to do with me?" He grunts sitting up and running a hand through his hair, I roll my eyes and lift my leg shaking the chain. He lets out a frustrated growl as he flicks the blanket off him and heads toward the door, disappearing into the hallway 'Did he just leave? what the fu-'. He returns before I can even finish my thought with a key in his hand, he kneels in front of me. My arms slackened against my sides as he grips the back of my ankle adjusting the shackle and pushing the key into the lock 'Click' his hand lingers for a short moment and then he drops my foot, as he stands he pulls out a small piece of fabric from his pants "(tic) turn around" he says sternly "why" I questioned "because (tic) I told you to do something. And you will do it" he takes a step toward me "I don't take orders from you asshole" I cross my arms again and adjust my footing. In a swift movement he grabs my shoulder and swings me in the opposite direction and pulls the fabric over my eyes "Just a precaution not to remember any of the layout" he says with slight amusement "Prick" was the only word that came to mind, he lets out a low laugh as he grabs my arms roughly and starts leading me down the hall. I count the turns. Left. Left. Right. A door opens and closes, he practically rips the fabric off my head and my ear rings out as the sharp pain bursts down the canal. I grip the side of my head and clench my jaw waiting for the initial pain to subside back into an ache "I'll be outside, you should probably shower too." He says flatly while turning, I barely heard the click of the door over the pain. Pushing the pain back I locked the door and surveyed the room, it was quite fancy for a bathroom. The marble floors shone as though they had only just been polished, the ceiling and wall decals were something I had only seen in those old Hollywood movies, beautiful yet haunting. I was so in awe over them, so much so that for a moment I forgot what this was. Hell. I reminded myself while walking over to the toilet.

I turned the water on and slowly peeled off the old clothes, dirt and faint amounts of crusted blood flecked on the floor and I undressed. Jackson... Cameron. I tried to shake their names away as I stepped into the hot water, as the water slid across my body I ran my hands through the water and up into my hair, slightly grazing the cut on the right side of my head, it didn't hurt and I could feel it was healing rather quickly. I washed myself and got the majority of the gross stuff out of my hair, my ear seemed to somewhat ease to the heat, and the headache I had been nursing since last night started to fade away. I stood there in silence for a moment and then began quietly sobbing into the water. I let myself slide against the wall down to the floor and my head fell into my knees as I hugged myself. My friends were gone. I would more than likely never see my parents again. I won't graduate. I won't work in a job that I'd hate. I would never sit in Dad's chair. I would never taste my mother's cooking again. Jackson. Cameron. Why the woods? Why of all places did we have to go into those stupid woods? These stupid woods. His woods. I sat there.

Hours passed. Or at least what felt like hours passed. I quietly cried into my knees thinking about how genuinely terrified I was of being here. Of being with these absolute maniacs. If I can't get out the normal way, I could go the extreme route. No, not yet. A heavy knock on the door jolted my head up and sat for a moment. "Are you almost fucking done in there? I have never met anyone who takes this (tic) fucking long" He shouted through the door, I slowly stood and ran my face under the water. Turning the shower off I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself "I need clothes" I said flatly, my voice slightly betraying me with a small crack, I heard a heavy annoyed sigh outside the door followed by swift footsteps, I waited I don't know why I didn't use this moment to try and escape, maybe a towel isn't the best outfit to run away in. The door knob rattled "Open the door" his annoyed voice seeped through the cracks, I slowly edged towards the door and unlocked it taking a step back as the door opened, he held folded clothes in his hand, his face cold, but his eyes. There was something strange in them, hatred or...