The sound of glass shattering woke her from her dreams, but she didn't bother to get up and find out what had done it- because she already knew. This wasn't exactly the first time it had happened. So, she just laid quietly in her bed and waited for it to be over and done with- just like the hundreds of other times before. Before long, she heard the telltale sounds of someone climbing through her bedroom window, and walking across her floor. She didn't move a muscle as the person who had broken into her home approached her bed- sometimes he just left her alone, and she hoped he would tonight. The feeling of cold air hitting her skin shattered her hopes as she soon came face to face with the person she didn't want to see or have around.
"Slenderman sent me here for the night, so make room." The somewhat irritated voice of none other than Masky said sternly as he eyed the woman lying calmly in her bed. In response, said woman shifted to give him enough room to lie in bed, but she made no move to complain or resist. She knew better than to resist by then- what was happening occurred on a weekly basis with her. That was the price she had to pay for being allowed to live. She'd discovered the hideout of the creepypasta by chance, and rather than kill her on the spot, Slenderman made her a deal. The deal was that she become a servant of the creepypasta- namely, Masky, who lacked a servant of his own. She agreed, but only because she had the will to live. Since then, she'd been in charge of getting the proxy his supplies, housing him when he needed a place to hide, getting him his pills, and etc. She hated every second of it- so did the others. Yes, others. Every creepypasta had at least ONE normal person acting as their servant- their link to the outside world. They all gathered for meetings and such from time to time, and the one thing they all had in common was a hatred for what they had to do. She shifted further way from him as he climbed into bed- she didn't want to have any physical contact with him. Why? Because he was mean. She'd learned the hard way that he was more than willing to smack her if she acted out of place- she'd had to go to college hiding her bruises on more than one occasion.
As soon as he settled into bed beside her, she reached for the blanket and pulled it back over her- he did likewise to keep from getting cold. Since she wasn't facing him, she couldn't tell if he was wearing his mask or not. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't- but, when he didn't, he typically tried to talk to her. That never went well. He'd ask her questions and eventually, she'd give an answer he didn't like- then he'd punish her. Usually he just smacked her, but sometimes, he took her to "Work" with him then made her clean up his mess when he was done. On those days, she'd return home to spend an entire night sitting in a tub of cold water. Those were the days when she most questioned why she was still alive in the first place.
"(Y/N), did you get me my pills?" Masky asked after a minute or so of lying in silence- great, that meant he didn't have his mask on. Meaning she was either going to get hit, or forced to clean up a bloodbath.
"Yes sir, I got them this morning." (Y/N) said through gritted teeth as she clenched her fists into the sheets. She really didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want him there- she wanted him to just leave her alone and let her live in peace. Sadly, she knew that wasn't going to happen. She felt him stir beside her- he had more than likely sat up. She could feel him giving her the evil eye.
"I don't like your tone of voice." Masky said in as calm a voice as he could muster, though she could clearly hear the anger radiating in his voice. Since she was pissed off herself, she couldn't prevent herself from snapping at him.
"Well, I don't like being your slave but I gotta frickin deal with it! Just go to sleep you-!" (Y/N) tried to speak only to be cut off when he slammed his fist against her side roughly. The next thing she knew, he was pressing her against the bed with his hand tightly grasping her throat. She tried to catch her breath, but was unable too because of his grip- if he didn't let her go soon, she'd pass out and probably wind up dead. To make matters worse, she couldn't struggle- he was sitting on her stomach and his knees were pinning down her arms. The most she could do was thrash her legs around in a vain attempt at throwing him off of her. Luckily for her, he loosened his grip to keep from strangling her- but, she'd still have a new bruise to hide in a few days. Then, he lent down so that his face was only an inch away from hers, and he growled.
"Remember your place woman, I could kill you in an instant and no one would do so much as shed a tear over you! They'd just say you should have behaved, then they'd get on with their lives!" Masky spat angrily, before he removed his hand from her throat to let her breathe properly. She gasped, panted, and wheezed for a few minutes- he continued to sit on top of her to ensue she didn't try to throw a punch at him. He didn't quiet expected, but she had smacked him back once- and he'd made sure to really lay into her after she did. However, what he saw next startled him. Tears were welling in her eyes, and a pain radiated from her expression that he had never witnessed before- she'd never let him see by expression that she was in pain. For a split second, he froze in shock- and that gave her the chance to vent her frustrations at him.
"Well if I've got so little to live for then why don't you just kill me?! Why not do it and get it over with so I don't have to deal with all this bullshit anymore?!" (Y/N) half screamed as she glared up at him through crying eyes. Her little outburst startled him so much that he couldn't even think of a response- so she just kept going.
"You think I wanted this?! That I wanted to find you frickin murderers and become your goshforsaken slave?! No! I just wanted to go for a walk in the woods to clear my head after I'd lost my entire frickin family to a fire!... Then you and your dumbbut partner just happened to be in the goshdang woods carrying around a bunch of duffle bags and I followed you because I thought you were going camping!.. I thought that maybe you knew about some beautiful lake hidden in the middle of the woods and I was so upset over loosing my family that I blindly followed you hoping that maybe some stunning lake might help me get my act together!... But no. All I found was an ugly old mansion filled with monsters and serial killers- monsters and serial killers that forced me to become a servant to a frickin sadist in exchange for letting me live!... So go ahead, kill me... Its obvious you'd be doing me a favor..." She screamed at first, only to fall into a pathetic whisper as he turned her head to the side to let her tears fall freely. She fell silent and stared at the wall sadly- she made no move to sit up or roll over when he climbed off of her stomach to sit on the bed. Nor did she make a move to resist when his hands fell around her throat once more. She just closed her eyes, and waited patiently for the black out- which soon sent her plummeting into nothingness...
Sometime later, she woke to find herself with her arms bound to the headboard of a bed. She didn't know how long she had been there, or who had put her there- but she knew that she was naked. She could feel her bare skin rubbing against the smooth fabric of the sheets as she squirmed in an attempt at freeing herself. She soon gave up on getting free, and found herself feeling slight gratitude that whoever had done this to her had had the decency to cover her bare body with a blanket so she wouldn't be as exposed. Or, maybe that was just to prevent her from getting to cold. Either way, she had a blanket covering her and she was warm, so, she could be somewhat grateful for that. She was surprised though- not about being tied up, but about being alive. She was sure that Masky would have done off with her. Hell, for all she knew the bastard was going to give her to Eyeless Jack as a fresh food supply- or, maybe Slenderman was going to eat her. In all honestly, she didn't know- but, she believed she was going to die, one way or another. Part of her hoped it would be Laughing Jack, or even Jeff the killer that came and did her off. Why? Well, for one- Jeff wasn't exactly known for torturing his victims physically. He gave em a mental scare, then killed them with a quick blow- so, she wouldn't suffer much at his hands. As for Laughing Jack- she'd been told be many of the other servants that he was the best way out if you wanted death. Apparently dozens of the other servants had gone to him in the past, and according to the others, you were always buried with a pleasant smile on your face. Somehow, the clown killed you with joy- some people said he used illusions to make you remember only happy things while he proceeded to rip your entrails out. Sure, the death would probably be more gruesome- but, it would be worth being happy come death.
A/N sorry guys that this one was short next chapter will be much longer! ☺
