𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑨𝑳 <ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ>

009

TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter contains sexual harassment and sexual assault that might cause discomfort to some audiences.

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"(Y/N)! im so sorry i can't take you home right now. M-my mom, she's in the hospital." Thomas cried, his hands were clasped together while he bowed infront of you. His voice was filled with regret for he can't take you home tonight and it was also filled with urgency, he was dying to see him mom in the hospital. "I-it's okay, go! Quickly!" You exclaimed in hurry, pushing him on his car. "Drive safe okay? And tell me if your mother's okay." He gave you a smile before driving off.

You watched his car disappear from the crowd of people and from the few cars that followed. You let out a sigh, now you were alone. Not really that alone, but no one will be accompanying you when you have to pass the road filled with thick trees and probably killers hiding within and to your dismay, the train was still closed due to the incident that occured last night. You could call a cab, but cabs rarely pass through here. You ran a hand through your hair, as you started to walk. You were heading to the bus station, silently hoping that there will still be bus lined up there especially at a time like this.

Thankfully, you caught up with a bus. It was a 30 minute ride before you finally arrived at your destination. Though before you reach the house, you will be needing to walk through the empty and dark road, alone. You sighed, staring ahead at the seemingly endless road.

You started to sprint, you could hear your rubber shoes tapping at the dry concrete beneath. But something suddenly came into your realization, it wasn't just your steps you were hearing. You weren't alone.

You looked behind you, revealing a man with his hood covering his face. He was standing still, staring at you. You took a step forward which he followed. It seems like he was shadowing you..

When you finally processed what was happening, you took your phone out of your pocket and quicky dialed your mother's number. "Answer, answer, answer please." You chanted, while running. Your eyes never leaving the man. To your surprise he went inside the dark woods but a sudden motion suddenly startled you. He was chasing after you, like an animal.

You shrieked before picking up your pace, 'why aren't they answering!' You mentally screamed, staring at your phone that was held by your shaky hand.

You continued to run, unaware of a huge man that stood infront of you. Once you finally collided with his chest, you looked up in fear, revealing the old male that attempted flirt with you awhile ago--- he was looking down at you, his eyes filled with lust and desire. You covered your mouth, holding back a sob.

You were disgusted.

You wanted to throw up.

He disgust you.

You looked around for an escape but the other man who entered the woods was still chasing you and you assume that they were aquintance.
The male infront of you was about to grab you but you quickly backed away from him, running and crossing the road to enter the other side of the woods. You didn't have any choice, the woods scared you but they scare you the most--- man, who act as if they were animls.

You cursed at the thought, you cursed at the though of what they are gonna with you if you were caught.
You continued to run, ignoring the burning sensation in your legs, ignoring the shouts that was coming from them, ignoring the way your phone slipped awya from your grasp, ignoring the twigs that scrached your ankles, ignoring the rocks that would attempt to trip you, ignoring the tears that blurred your vision, ignoring the throb in your head, ignoring the shadows that watched you.

You continue to run, until you know you are safe and away from disgusting man. "Come back here bitch, we won't hurt y---" A muffled voice shouted, causing you to grit your teeth but you didn't dare to stop. You were too busy with your thoughts, that you didn't hear the screams that came out of their throat, though it wasn't a scream of delight. It was a scream asking for help.

Your pace slowed, you screamed to your body to continue but it was all too much. You vision was starting to get blurry and your legs started to give up. Stumbling to the dirty ground, you gripped your head. It was hurting so bad and it never hurted like this before.

The sudden bang of shots made their way into your ears, you looked behind you from where you assumed it was coming from.

You couldn't quite grasp what you were seeing due to a blurry vision and a hazy mind. But there was a man, two of them and there was also a women. They were approaching you. Slowly.

The man in the middle kneeled infront of you, he had goggles that sat on top of his brown and messy hair, his eyes sunken and dark but seeing those eyes--- you felt familiarity, nostalgia. It reminded you of him despite half of his face being covered with a mask.

The man infront of you raised a hatchet, though blurry you noticed how rusty and dirty it was. It didn't please you at all.

Your focus shifted to him once again, you stared at him for another minute before letting out a small smile, you then opened your mouth to speak.

"Toby?"

You asked. The male infront of you was about to aim for your neck but hesitated. He glanced at his companions and the last thing you saw, another man came, he quickly hit the back of your head with his hand--- knocking you out.

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"Ooh, looks like someone has a girlfriend." A female voice started, watching you fall face flat on the the ground. Her face was covered with a monochrome mask but it didn't hide the smug look on her face.

"S-shut up, Jane! I don't even know her!" Toby stuttered, his tics louder than Janes's taunting cackles.

Toby stood up from his kneeling position, he narrowed his eyes at Timothy. "Let's kill her already." He spat but he just earned a few chuckles from the male that also wore a feminine mask. "Says by the one who hesistated, and the operator said to not kill her."

The brunette's glare hardened, not believing any word that the man infront of him just said. "The operator did not order anything!" Timothy rolled his eyes at Toby's tantrums. He pointed at his head, telling Toby that the operator deliver messages in their minds without even speaking. "You a 1st grader, dumbass?" Timothy mocked before lifting you up, carrying you into a bridal style position.

"Should we also take the bodies of those two rapist?" A quiet voice joined, Timothy looked at Brian in disbelief. "No? Let them rot. They deserve it." He then turned around to leave with you, while the other three followed.

"Don't get too jealous if im carrying your girlfriend, freak." Timothy looked over at his shoulder, giving Toby a taunting smile. "Fuck off!" The brunette cursed, causing for his companions to chuckle.