Our Daughter (Slenderman x Female Reader)

I've Got You

~~Your Pov~~

Hard pants leave your chest when waves of electricity stop spasming through your body. You're battling passing out, but your body keeps jolting you awake. The electricity keeps stopping and restarting your heart, bringing you in and out of consciousness. The one machine you put most of your focus on is your baby's anyway, and despite the hell your body is going through, your baby is alive and strong. You don't have much of an appetite when everything is done, but you try your best to eat what you can. You're trying to keep yourself as strong and alive as possible. Dots are blotting your visions as you try to focus on the words being said around you. Everyone seems to sound excited or panicked. You're not sure which.

None of it clicks or makes any sense as your head pounds with a headache and your ears ring as your body recovers. The past few days have been hell. Kahara is either torturing you for the fun of it, or she's taking samples from your baby for whatever use they're being put towards. Samples have also been taken from your body. Various bandages litter your form. Everything without numbness or pain killers. You were in and out of consciousness the whole time, but the bone marrow samples have been the most painful. Your eyes slide closed as you work to focus on your breathing, ground yourself again. Nausea overwhelms you, but you're pretty sure you've emptied your stomach already.

Sometimes you think you've been here for weeks. There is no way to tell time, and there is no system to anything happening. Sure, you're brought to the lab consistently, but who knows how long you're in here. There is no consistency. No type of pattern. You're exhausted. Your everything hurts. You just want to go home. You don't really register being released from the table and forced back to your cell, walking more like a zombie. Once you're in your cell you go and lie down on your cot. When not being tortured or harvested this has been your only comfort. It's not the most comfy, but it's enough compared to the cold operating table.

You manage to doze off when laughter suddenly jerks you awake, the bright lights of your cell clicking on right after. You rub at your eyes as you're blinded, a whimper leaving you when it makes the pounding in your head even worse. You force your eyes to cooperate and open when the door of your cell slides open. Are you hallucinating? Despite the wave of nausea that overwhelms you, you jerk up when Slender stumbles into your cell. He's wrapped in chains, the same collar you have around his neck attached to another chain like a leash, and a muzzle covers his mouth.

"Slender," You breathe out, stumbling out of bed and rushing to him, hugging him tight.

"Awww, how sweet. Maybe I should torture you both and keep you apart," Kahara sneers, your eyes widening when Slender's knees buckle, practically hearing his teeth grind together as he grits them from pain.

"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" You scream as your knees buckle with Slender's, hugging him tight as his body spasms against yours.

His breaths are heavy when it stops, feeling most of his weight fall on you. Your cheeks flush when he rests his head against your chest, your breath hitching when cold metal presses against your skin. It slowly slides down the valley between your breasts, a slight shiver running through you when the cage of the muzzle presses against your flesh. You pull back your arms from around him and press a hand to your chest, shifting the knife down to enough so the silver won't be in view. When it's hidden you slide a hand along the edge of the muzzle and to the warmth of his cheek before reaching behind him.

"NO!" You cry when he's jerked back forcefully, your body folding as a scream leaves your lips when shocks course through your body. You fall against the floor with hard pants when the electricity stops.

"We have plans with your baby daddy. If you behave, maybe I'll let him stay in your cell tonight," Kahara sneers, Zalgo dragging Slender back.

When the three are gone you spin away from the front of the cell and hurry towards your cot, you slip the knife from your clothes and grip it tight. You can feel the magic humming through it, your hands trembling as you grip the hilt. You don't know how Slender intends to use this, and you have no idea what plan he might have in mind, but this knife will likely be a saving grace. You just hope neither of you will lose your lives when it comes to pass.