The Huntress (Origin) - Creepypasta x OC

Chapter 6: The Encounter

   I awoke to the sound of footsteps approaching. I guessed that I had been knocked out for hours but my memory of everything that happened had been hazy. All I remembered was being kidnapped by Kyle and seeing that creepy basement. I woke groggily as my eyes fluttered open. I sat up, seeing a tall, hooded man at the doorway, wearing a brown sweatshirt and black ripped jeans. He wore goggles and a mask to cover his face. He peeked through the doorway, as if watching me. I blinked, looking around to see where I was. I appeared to be in someone's bedroom. I looked out the window. I seemed to be in a big building. A hotel perhaps?

   The man noticed I was looking out the window and started to walk towards me. "You d-don't want to attempt to escape through the w-window. The fall will m-most definitely kill you". There was a stutter in his voice. His neck twitched, almost as if he had tics. I looked up at him.

   "No...no, I'm just trying to figure out where I am. Who are you?", I asked with a furrow of my brow. The man chuckled.

   "You're in a hotel in the middle of the woods", he answered.

   "In the middle of the woods?", I echoed, confused at the concept of a random hotel in the middle of the forest. Who took me here?

   "You were u-unconscious for a couple of hours", the man spoke, "do you remember anything that happened before you blacked out?"

   I shook my head, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "No. All I know was that I was leaving work with my friend and my brother when my ex and his friends kidnapped me. I don't remember what else happened after that", I responded, looking down in sorrow. Then a thought occurred to me. What happened to my brother?!

   The man seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking up once more. "Do you r-remember hitting your head?"

   "Not really", I replied, "I just remember my ex pulling out a saw and it went all black after that"

   He sighed, sounding almost relieved. "Do you remember any p-pain? Maybe a headache? Any ache in the abdomen or anything like that?"

   "N-no. Why?", I asked. I was curious as to why this random man seemed to care so much. The man shrugged.

   "I'm just asking to see if you're okay. I'm assuming your ex h-hurt you", he replied. I sighed, disappointed but not surprised that Kyle had done something to hurt me once again.

   "Yeah. He always has. It didn't come as a surprise that he did it again as soon as I broke up with him", I said, rubbing my eye again. At that moment I realized what I hadn't noticed before. I had stitches all across my body. "W-what? What happened?"

   "Y-yeah. You, um...you have a lot of stitches across your body", he pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious.

   "No kidding", I mumbled in an observant manner rather than a sarcastic one. "He cut me up that bad, huh?"

   He took a moment to respond, as if in deep thought. "He cut you up pretty badly"

   "Damn", I muttered. I shrugged, "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I must've fainted from all the blood loss or something", I said rather sadly, "who are you anyway?"

   "My name's Toby. Toby Rogers", he responded. I smirked.

   "Hi, Toby. My name's Bianca. Did you bring me here?", I questioned. He chuckled.

   "Nope. I-I wasn't the one who brought you here", he answered.

   "A group, maybe?", I mumbled, looking down at my legs that were covered up by a white blanket. Toby raised a brow at the question but simply nodded.