Something Different Corbyn Besson x Reader

Call The Police!

"In case you were wondering, its chlorophyll. He'll wake up in about an hour. Which is all I'll need." He gave me an evil grin.
"Zach, let me past. Now. I'm getting my child then calling the police." I said. He got up and walked over to me. We placed a knife under my chin and above my throat. I gulped.
"Say anything, scream, or call anyone, and I will drive this blade into your skull. Understand kitten?" He smirked. I started shaking.
"Yes." I squeaked. He smiled and put the knife down.
"Good." 
He grabbed the back of my neck and I cringed. I hate people touching my neck. I only let Corbyn touch my neck. He shoved me on the bed on my stomach and I felt ripe being tied around my hands. I felt a cold, metal blade on my back and I heard the fabric on my tank top being cut. I cringed.
Snip snip snip snip snip.
My back felt cold and he flipped me over. I was now laying on my bound hands, and it hurt really bad. He removed his shirt and bit his lip. He leaned In close to me and I spit in his face. He growled, wiping it off of his cheek. My feet were not bound, so I kneed him right in between his legs.
"Awwww! Mother b**** nipples!" He screamed. He got off of me and kneeled down on the ground. I ran out the still open door and kicked at Daniels door. He opened it.
"What do you want." He groaned.
"Help me. Zach is going mad. He opened his eyes and saw me. He gasped.
"Yeah, yeah, come in. Hurry!" He pushed me inside. He got his pocket knife and cut the rope.
"Here, put this on." He whispered, tossing me a t shirt. I slipped it on.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I was making Alex a bottle- Alex!" I remembered that he was still in the room. I began to cry. Daniel stood up and opened his closet door.
"Here, hide in here!" He whispered. I crawled into the very back of his closet and hid under some blankets. Daniels footsteps echoed into the hallway. He came running back and opened the closet door.
"Here, take him!" He handed me Alex. I gasped and pulled him close to my chest.
"Call the police!" I whispered. He nodded and pulled out his phone.
"Yes. Mmhh. Ok. Yeah. Thanks so much. Hurry!" He hung up. I motioned for him to come into the closet. He shut the door and shined his phone light onto me and Alex.
"Is he ok?" Daniel asked.
"Yes. Thank you so much for saving him." I whispered. "What are we going to do when they get Zach?"
He looked away.
"We are gonna have to kick him out of Why Don't We."