The man said nothing to me afterwards and he turned off the light and left. I don't know how long I was alone in the basement for, swimming in dark thoughts with no light. It could have been days or hours. It felt like years.
At some point I woke up as the man was untying one of my wrists. A jolt of energy surged through my body and I reached over and tried to rip off his mask, but I only managed to move it just above his lips. He shoved me back so hard I thought my arm would rip out of my socket and I cried out.
"What are you doing?" he roared at me, quickly sliding the mask back into place.
"If I'm going to die I want to see your face!" I screamed at him.
A low growl escaped his mouth and he shook me hard. "I don't know if you're going to die yet!" he yelled in my face. I stared into his dark eyes, both of us breathing heavy.
"How could you not know? You're the one holding me captive! I have no control!" I shouted, feeling myself lose my temper. He shook his head and let me go, pacing around the room again.
"Something's not right," he sighed.
"What do you mean?" I swallowed hard. Was this it? Am I going to die now?
He walked over to me and untied my other arm. The impulse to run overcame me, but I forced myself to be still as he was standing right over me.
"Don't bother running," he warned, staring down at me.
"What do you want from me?" I whimpered, sliding my back down the wall and curling my knees into me chest.
He knelt down in front of me and gently rested his hand on my knee, staring at me. And then he left again.
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Shadows - Kit Walker - Evan Peters - Bloody Face
FanfictionWhat if Kit walker was the cold blooded murderer bloody face? What would happen if he fell in love with one of his victims? Thanks to FoodCrush for the cover photo!!! :)
