Cuff Me || Leatherface × Oc || Fanfic

«Chapter 5»

Gaining trust

I just managed to run away from a toxic household and ended up being trapped in the next one. I'm in the small room again, Bubba's bedroom. For some reason it's the most comfortable so far. It's small and warm, because the house is so old, everything is in brown and wooden colours. But not even the comfort vicinity is soothing my fear. I'm shivering and sweating. Fuck, I'm also damn hungry but I'd prefer starving than telling the cannibals that I'm hungry and ending up eating human meat.

I wrap arms tighter around myself, already so tight but weirdly not tight enough. I door cracks open and Bubba steps in, his posture is horrible because there hasn't been a minute where I have seen him standing straight. I lick my dry lips but it doesn't help. My hold my breath because it's so heavy and loud.

Bubba glances at me, nervousness reflecting in his eyes as he comes closer to me. He extends his hand to me, opening his fist and showing me what he's holding. A fucking ring. And if weren't the circumstances I'd be really happy about this ring because it's gorgeous.

Cold, thin metal, wrapping around a big white stone. Not a small stone either. The ring is shiny but you can tell it's been worn before. I guess it's probably because this family shares stuff like this, giving to from generation to generation. I swallow hardly, glancing away from the ring and up to his eyes. He's looking away, embarrassed and nervous— like as if this is a real proposal.

I swallow again, my body trembling and feeling cold. "Are yo-you asking me to marry you?" I stammer, glancing at him and searching his eyes for an answer. He eagerly nods his head but keeps his eyes turned away. I close me eyes for a moment, try to process what is going on right now.

"I can't just marry you... I don't know you and your a bad person." I mumble, turning my gaze away too. Bubba jerks his head towards me, looking at me with surprise. I stay silent and don't say more to him. He kneels down to me, grabbing my right hand in his. He tangles his fingers in mine, stroking my palm and the back of my hand. I tremble, trying to pull away but he refuses.

We don't say a word, my body trembles and I just want him to go because he's freaking me out in every possible way. He suddenly let's go of my hand, standing up and staring at me. Then he steps towards a Dresser and opens first drawer, pulling out a big button-up shirt. He looks at it before shaking his head and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder onto the ground.

He does that another two times before pulling out a sweater, also too big but not as big as the other three shirts before. He comes back towards me and I first flinch away but he gently pulls the sweater over my head. He helps me put it on but I'm just confused. He then rubs my arms a little as if he's trying to warm me up.

I give him a confused look, confused why he's thinking I'm cold but then releasing that I'm shaking like a leave and that he probably thinks it's because I'm cold. I sigh, nodding at him as If I'm thankful. He let's out a happy grunt, looking me up and down and down on my naked legs.

I shiver, using my hands to cover them up but it's no use. He gives me a few hand signs as if he wants me to wait for a moment before he disappears for a moment out of the room.

The Idea of fleeing crosses my mind immediately. But I don't know if someone is downstairs or outside. I look at the window, getting up and inspecting it. It's closed, nails in the frame and making it impossible to push up. I swallow again, looking down. It's not very high so if I'd break the window somehow I can jump down.

But before anything of my plan can happen, Bubba is back with a pair or pants and a long skirt. Extending them towards so I can decide myself. I grab the pants and stare at them, then at Bubba. He stares at me, I give him an obvious look to 'turn around' and as he realises he does that.

He turns his back at me, his hands covering his eyes to prove that he really isn't going to peak. I quickly fondle with my shorts and take them off, as I was about to put the other pants on, we both hear some.

"What a lovely sight~" Tex says, standing in the door frame of Bubba's room and glancing at me undressing. A disgusting look on his face. Bubba grunts, loudly and so angry like never before. Bubba steps to the side to hide me behind him before walking towards the door of his room and slamming it shut loudly.

I can hear Tex laugh at us behind the door before he leaves. I quickly, with shaky hands and tearful eyes pull on the pants. I'm scared, so scared that it makes my stomach turn and twist.

Bubba doesn't turn around before I am finally fully dressed, he turns at me and sees that I'm on the verge of tears. He slowly approaches me but I flinch away. He slowly reaches his hand out to me, stroking my head and over my hair. A shiver runs down my spine before I slowly can feel my muscles relax.

Why do I feel the most comfortable with the most terrifying person in this house?

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