The man came down with a brown bag in his hand. It smelled delicious. He handed it to me and I quickly tore open the bag and devoured the burger and fries, washing it down with a cold rootbeer. That was the closest I had felt to being human since I got here.
"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, swallowing hard I was sitting on a bed in the basement. Chains and blood stains were everywhere.
The man sat next to me and the bed sunk in. His body felt warm next to mine. I sucked in a sharp breath.
"I don't know," he blurted out, a soft sigh escaping through his mask.
"Why are you keeping me here?" I asked, wanting to cry. I turned to look at him and he was already staring at me.
"I don't want to be alone," he whispered. I raised my hand and slowly reached over, dragging my fingers softly against the hard leather of his mask. I knew it wasn't leather. I knew it was made from something else. Something bad.
He didn't pull away so I scooped my fingers under the mask and slowly slid it up his face until it came completely off.
I gasped and he turned away, almost angry.
"Wait," I stopped him and he turned to look at me. I was entirely surprised that he was actually handsome. Deep scars ran along his face like valleys in a map. But behind that was a something that looked good, not evil.
I didn't know what to feel or what to say. This man kidnapped me but wasn't going to kill me because he was lonely. And I could't help but find him attractive. I wanted to cry. This was so fucked up.
I wished I never crashed my car along the highway. I never would have ended up here.
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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!!! :)
