Vince is claimed by Ghostface and he can't do anything about it.
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Vince speeds down a country road. A THWAPPING sound. The car's pulling left. "The fuck?" He grumbled incoherently as he climbed back out of his car. WIDE OPEN FIELDS on both sides of the road.
Vince brushed off the ominous feeling, walking toward his car and finds his front tire is flat. A KNIFE sticking out of it. Vince, livid as ever, "FUCK!"
He goes to the trunk of his car, about to pop it open for his tools until he felt searing pain rip at his side. He screamed and acted fast, punching the killer and sprinting through the open fields, putting pressure on his side at the gaping wound. A deep gash appeared, sprinting, yelping in pain as he continued to run.
The white masked figure stealthily followed the blood trail until he pounced on Vince, tackling his prey. He screams and fought until Ghostface plunged the knife in Vince's back. He screamed, letting out a sob as the knife is aggressively ripped out of his back.
Vince scrabbles through, weeping in pain, attempting to escape. SLASH! A deep gash appeared on his ankle. He yelps and tries to go the opposite direction, crawling away.
The white masked figure buried his knife in Vince's calf. Vince shrieked in agony as its twisted in with brute force.
Ghostface tutted the man pinned to the fielded ground before him, a sigh following shortly after. "Now, now, little mouse..." He cooed, shaking his cloaked head from side to side while his free arm grabbed Vince's broken wrist. "Let's go little mouse,"
A high pitched scream escaped Vince as a sob tore his throat as he was hauled up over the figure's shoulder and taken out of the fielded area.
The killer stalked away, leaving Vince's car deserted as he had claimed him as his.
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