Third person P.O.V
(Y/N) slowly opened her eyes, waking up to the sound of something smashing downstairs. Glass...?
Slowly sitting up, (Y/N) let out a soft groan, throwing her legs off the side of the bed. Her bare feet touching the cold ground, making her shiver slightly at the sudden cold feeling. She slowly stood up, walking to the door as she peaked her head out of the room into dark hall.
(Y/N) glanced around slightly, not seeing anything out of the usual. She stepped out of her room, the hall being twice as cold as her bedroom was. "God, is it always this cold...." She mumbled as she crossed her arms, walking down the hall to the staircase.
She slowly began to walk forward, being as quiet as she possibly could at the moment. As she descended to the very bottom, she stepped off the very last step. Hearing some movement in the kitchen, and seeing the bright light coming from it. (Y/N) slowly headed to the other room, getting a bit worried. "H-hello...?" She said quietly as she then peaked into the kitchen, staying in the doorway.
She looked in, her eyes hurting from the sudden change of lighting. She closed them for a moment, rubbing them gently with her hand before slowly opening them. Squinting, allowing them to adjust. When opening them again, (Y/N) saw a boy standing beside the counter, looking through the cabinets. He looked about fifteen or sixteen, though she could only tell from his height and body structure, since his back was faced to her.
His was mumbling things under his breath, sounding like he was growling and cursing. He had long messy black hair that went a little over his shoulders, a white hoodie, black jeans, and black converse. She looked to his hands, seeing they were very pale, almost..... White?!
She stepped up a bit, the floorboards creaking. Once she heard the long quiet creak she stopped, her (E/C) eyes widening. Then the male stopped looking through the cabinet, slowly placing his hand on the counter. (Y/N) watched his pale hand, seeing he'd placed it on a large kitchen knife. She hadn't noticed it before... Since she was more concentrated on the fact THERE WAS A FUCKING STRANGER IN HER HOUSE!
The blade looked a bit old, but no more than a few years. (Y/N) gasped when she saw a dark crimson liquid dried on it... blood? He chuckled, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the blade, quickly turning to her.
As the boy turned, she saw he had a large smile carved into his cheeks. It went from ear to ear, and a bit of blood was leaking down his cheeks to his chin. His dark hair went in his face as a wide grin appeared on his lips, chucking in a dark tone. "Hello~" , He continued to smile, observing the female's features.
He saw her (H/C) hair, her beautiful (E/C) eyes, and her (S/C) skin. He cocked his head to the right, his hand slowly sliding from the counter, blade in hand. Slowly, he began walking over toward her, beginning to laugh again, getting louder and louder the longer it went on. This man in crazy!
(Y/N) stammered back, feeling scared and unnerved by his laugh. Her mind told her to run, yet her legs wouldn't move. She tried to scream, and of course, no noise would come from her mouth. Fear consumed her as her eyes glazed over with tears. He got closer to her, now only about three feet away. She then finally came to her senses and turned, running away. He quickly followed, running after her. (Y/N) got to the staircase, about to run upstairs, knowing she could most likely reach her phone to contact the authorities, though a cold hand grabbed the collar of her shirt and stopped her. Forcefully yanking her back and crashing her against a nearby wall.
The male pinned her to the wall, grabbing her wrists with his free hand, pinning them above her head. He pressed the blade against her throat, not using enough force to slice through her skin...yet. As he examined her facial features a bit closer, she struggled, attempting to get him to release her.
"Ohh~ I love it when they fight back....", he whispered to her, his voice rather deep and a bit raspy.
Tears streamed down (Y/N)'s cheeks. She continued trying to push the boy off, though she didn't succeed. After a moment she gave up, standing still, panting very faintly.
"Good girl... Your so beautiful, you know? I bet you'd look even better with a smile like mine in your nice (S/C) cheeks...."
He then removed the knife from her throat, bringing it up to her cheek as he slowly dragged it across her skin. Leaving a thin cut.
"Or I could show you off to the others... Don't worry... I'll be sure they don't touch you~" He chirped as he chuckled, his eyes staring into hers.
Others?... What others? Who's this guy talking about..... WHO'S THIS GUY?!
"L-Let go of me!"
"AH! She finally speaks..... you're nothing like other women I've seen...... They scream or curse me out nonstop....but then again.... They're all sluts! And I don't believe you're like that. Or at least, yet.... Surely not...."
(Y/N) was a bit confused, though she shook her head, "P-Please let me go... I-I haven't done anything!"
The boy simply smirked, bringing his knife down a bit further. "Oh, I know that girlie.... anyway, lets quit the yapping, eh?" His blade traced down her chest, stopping at her stomach, the tip right on her shirt, only an inch from her skin. More tears flowed down the girls cheeks as she tightly closed her eyes, turning her head away. He brought his knife back before stabbed through her stomach, twisting the blade. (Y/N) yelped in pain, now quietly sobbing. He roughly pulled it out, blood gushing from the open wound. Some getting onto his jacket.
He leaned in, his warm breath lightly brushing against her neck as he whispered.
"Now.... Go To Sleep."
(Y/N) felt her eyelids begin to get heavy, her body going completely limp as she passed out from blood loss. He slowly put her hands back down to her sides, throwing her over his shoulder. Holding her with his free arm, then his knife in the other.
He's purposely made sure not to stab anything that'd actually harm her, kill her.... She wanted to keep her, see who she was.
"Fucking wimp... Passed out just from a little wound...."
He slowly trudged to the front door, quietly leaving the house.
