Bloodlust (Dr Smiley x reader) !!CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!

Chapter four

You woke up, your eyes were wide and you were breathing heavily. You scanned your unfamiliar surroundings. You were in a dark room and there was a light above you. You stopped when you saw Dr Smiley, grinning evily and holding a scalpel in his hand. "So you're finally awake." He said. You tried to sit up, but you soon realized you were strapped to a cold metal table. He smirked. You struggled. He held the scalpel above your chest. "Try not to move..." he smirked. "Or scream..." you suddenly lost it completely and screamed as loud as you could. You struggled and tried to get out of the straps that were holding you down. He started laughing insanely. "Don't worry sweetheart, this will only hurt.... a lot!" You felt tears in your eyes. You knew there was no escaping this. It was inevitable. A tear rolled down your cheek. Dr Smiley was about to slice open your chest, but paused. You sobbed and burst into tears. "P-please don't kill me...!" You begged. Dr Smiley stared at you. You expected to feel the cold, sharp metal sliding across your skin, but nothing happened. You felt someone undo the bonds that were holding you down. You looked up at Dr Smiley, who blinked. Without hesitation you quickly jumped off the table and made a run for it. When you got to the door, you tried opening it, but it was locked. You heard footsteps behind you, knowing it would be Dr Smiley. You felt every hair on your body stick up. He walked closer, then stopped when you felt his breath on your neck. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave yet." He said. "W-what do you mean?" "I mean just take a moment and look at yourself! You're still injured and your injuries still need medical attention."
You took a look at your reflection in a wine cabinet glass. You had to admit this guy had a fairly good taste in alcohol and that you definitely were still banged up. "W-what should I do?"
"Well for starters, please stop trembling there is nothing to fear at this moment. I would appreciate it if you took a seat where you were strapped before and let me care for your injuries."
You looked at him, then looked at the table, then back at him. He was sure being nice to you and you really did need medical attention. You walked over to the table and took a seat.
"I am glad you saw things my way (y/n)."
You forced out a smile and sat as he dressed your wounds.
"If you don't mind my asking, where exactly were you planning to run to?"
Your blood ran cold. He was absolutely right, you had forgotten you had no family members left to live with. "I thought so." He said. You sighed. Everything was silent for a while. Then without warning, you were picked up by Dr Smiley, who carried you to another room and placed on a bed. You looked up at him. "W-what are you doing...?" He started to walk away. "If you want, you can stay here, until you get better. And I promise, I won't try and kill you again, so don't be afraid." And with that, he walked out and shut the door.