Imagine Book 2

Beneath the Mask- Billy Loomis (Scream)

Fem Y/N

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

The room was cold, the damp air sticking to Y/N's skin as she stirred awake. The ache in her wrists pulled her from unconsciousness first, followed by the realization that her hands were tied to the arms of the chair she sat in. She blinked into the dim light, her surroundings coming into focus: an unfinished basement, bare concrete walls, and a faint smell of mildew. Her pulse quickened.

Panic clawed at her throat as she struggled against the ropes binding her. The sharp sound of a door creaking open above her echoed in the stillness. Heavy boots thudded on the stairs, descending slowly, deliberately. Each step made her heart hammer harder in her chest.

And then she saw him.

Ghostface. The iconic white mask gleamed in the low light, the black robe draping his frame as he stepped into view. Her breath hitched, her fight-or-flight instincts roaring to life.

"Don't scream," the distorted voice from the voice modulator warned. It was casual, almost amused. "Not that anyone would hear you down here, but still—it's more fun when you don't."

Y/N froze, staring at him, her mind racing to make sense of what was happening.

"Why... why am I here?" Her voice trembled, but she managed to sound defiant, even through the fear.

Ghostface tilted his head, observing her in silence for a moment before reaching up. Slowly, almost theatrically, he pulled the mask off.

Her breath caught as her eyes locked on Billy Loomis. His dark hair was tousled, falling over his sharp cheekbones and intense brown eyes. The smirk on his lips was wicked, triumphant.

"You," she whispered, her voice cracking. Fear and anger swirled in her chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Billy, her ex, crouched in front of her, resting his arms on his knees, his grin unwavering. "Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't tell me you're surprised."

Her stomach twisted. "You kidnapped me?" She struggled against the ropes again, the realization of how dire her situation was sinking in. "Let me go, Billy. Now."

Billy's grin faltered, and something darker flickered in his eyes. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She flinched at his touch, which only seemed to amuse him more.

"I've been thinking about you," he said, his tone soft but laced with menace. "Every day since you left. Do you know what that's like? Having someone walk away from you when you needed them the most?"

"You needed me?" she snapped, her fear giving way to anger. "I needed to get away from you! You were... you are dangerous, Billy. I saw it in your eyes."

Billy leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "And yet, here we are. You couldn't stay away, could you?"

"You kidnapped me!" she shot back. "I didn't have a choice!"

He chuckled, low and dark. "Details, details." His gaze hardened, and his voice dropped. "You ran because you were scared. I get it. I do. But you should've known—when you left me, you didn't just leave. You shattered something, Y/N. And now I have to fix it."

She swallowed hard, unable to look away from him. "Fix it? This isn't fixing anything, Billy. This is... insane."

Billy straightened, pacing a few steps away before turning back to her. "Insane? Maybe. But you made me this way. You broke me, Y/N. And I can't let that slide. Not when I know you still feel something for me."

Her lips parted, but no words came. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey.

"You think I didn't see it back then?" he continued, his voice smooth, almost coaxing. "The way you looked at me? The way your breath hitched when I got close? You were mine, Y/N. You still are."