Chapter 8 - The Black Room

1.8K 51 4
                                    

*Nathan's POV*
I pulled the lever to the black room. I stayed quiet as I went downstairs. I pulled the gun out of my pocket. Clutching it tightly, I turned the corner and pointed the gun at the man holding the camera. Y/n sat barely conscious in the chair, tied up.
"You really are beautiful, y/n...too bad Nathan didn't tell you beforehand. He really is a monster." Her eyes widened. I felt a growl arise in my throat.
"Do you want to tell her what you did, Nathan?" He asked, turning toward me.
"Shut up, you bastard!" I put my finger closer to the trigger. I was ready to shoot this fucker...
"Now, Nathan. That's no way to speak to your instructor." He commented firmly, standing up.
"N-Nathan..." I heard y/n's sweet voice, " I love you..." she muttered before passing out.
"Y/n..." I felt something hard clonk hard against my head. I fell, Mr. Jefferson's camera falling with me. I looked up to see him grinning, satisfied. I pointed the gun at his legs and shit each one. He fell to the ground, weak. I pulled out my phone and dialed for help.
" 911. Please, help me. My girlfriend is drugged and I shot the trigger. Please, come quick. Please." I started to choke on my own tears. I don't want y/n to die... not now... I realized that blood was leaking from my head due to the camera Mr. Jefferson clonked me with. The world grew fuzzy and dark. The last on my mind was y/n before I heard the sirens. Then, I collapsed.

Nathan Prescott X Shy!Lonely! Reader Where stories live. Discover now