Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 54

The silence didn't last long, I'm guessing it's because the four men grew bored. I enjoyed the silence as my fear faded a little, allowing me to try and calm down, but as soon as one of them speaks, my panic level rockets up.
"Well, I'm bored. Seems Toby's still out like a light. Shall we have some fun while we wait?"
Painter chuckles as he turns his head in my direction. Easily looking down on me. I desperately tried to read their minds, seen if any of them were secretly having second thoughts. But nothing, every single one of them thought nothing. So much so, I thought I could hear static.
I watch in fear as the men nod together before taking a few steps back. All but puppeteer. He remains close, a wide toothy grin staring at me, his glowing eyes locked on my figure. 
"Do with her as you liked puppeteer. We'll wait outside."
Painter laughs, followed by deep chuckles from EJ and LJ, watching as the three walk out of the room, locking the door. Leaving me alone with an unconscious Toby and an insane looking man with a name of puppeteer.

As my breathing increases to a pant of anxiousness as his evil stare continues, I suddenly jump as he speaks to me through a sadistic tone.
"So, I bet you're wondering why I was given my name? Hm?"
He smirks as his long slender finger slides smoothly under my chin as he begins to circle around me slowly. Making it hard for me to keep an eye on him. Until he no longer appears in front of me, but I couldn't check behind me to see what he was doing. I could feel my body growing hot with anxiety. When suddenly his arms wrap around my shoulders, yanking me back as his hands clamp under my chin, forcing my head up to stare at the ceiling, making it hard to breathe in the position held in. I watch as one of his hands extend out in front of my teary gaze. Crumpling his fingers together. I gasp in surprise as long Slender threads of glowing golden strings leave his fingertips, flailing around in the air calmly.
But, as I appreciate their beautify, I gasp for breath harshly as the strings latch around my throat. Puppeteer removes his other hand and arms, twirling around to meet my front, causing the strings to twist and tighten around my neck. I desperately rattle my chains as my hands try to reach my throat on instinct, but to no success.
The strings tighten and tighten until the world around me starts to blur and fade to black. But soon the air comes rushing to my lungs as the threads release me. Inhaling loud and hard as I practically hyperventilate, desperate to get as much oxygen into my system as possible.
"Oh dear.. you run out of air too quickly. Can't have you dying yet... Hm..."
He giggles as tons upon tons of strings flail around him. Several coming from an individual finger. Too many to count.
"Oo! I know another way we can play!"
He gasps in excitement. I go to speak to plead him to stop but I'm interrupted by a stinging sensation in my cheek.
"Gah!"
I whine as I watch a string move away from my face, a trail of blood sliding down it. One of this strings had whipped my skin, causing a deep gash, allowing blood to dribble down.
"Oo! That felt good! This is fun right?!"
He laughs as three more strings lash at my skin. One striking my neck, another on my arm and the third on my knee. Despite wearing clothes, the thread easily pushed through and cut my flesh just as deep as it did to bare skin. I couldn't help but whine as the threads slashed me over and over and over, one at a time or multiple at once. Tears flooded down my face, burning the open sores left behind. I just wanted it to end but my cries for help drowned out under his hysterical laughter.

It didn't take long for my body to be covered in bleeding gashes given through the hours of torture endured. It would have continued for longer but I started to grow weak and luckily painter, EJ and LJ entered the room, causing puppeteer to stop immediately. They walk over to me with amused expressions, though I couldn't tell for EJ's.
"Nice job Puppeteer. Looks like you skinned a cat!"
EJ chuckled as he pat him on the shoulder. Only causing Puppeteers proud grin to increase in size. I had so many wounds, my body was drenched in blood. Any unharmed skin was hard to see. Only deep slices could be seen. Though I grew weaker and my sight began to fade to darkness. The last thing I feel and vaguely see is a long droplet of blood drip and slide down my nose from my hairline.