CreepyPasta SlenderMan x Reader

Taken

I awoke tied against a tree, the man I saw last night was sitting in front of me. It wasn't too dense into the forest, looked like I could try and leave if I could escape and if he wasn't in front of me. I didn't bother to struggle, I kept my head low and made no sound.

"So, (y/n)..." my head perked up towards him when I heard my name being drawn out, "ah, didn't expect me to know your name. Did you? Well, it's nothing much. Other than I know most anything and everything about you. You're an interesting person I must say."

"What do you mean? Who are you?" I questioned him, his face turned into a slight hint of anger as I watched him stand.

He chuckled, "I'm thoroughly surprised you haven't heard of me. I'm practically loved by all, I'm so popular among jails, they all want to take me in. I'll give you one guess and one guess only." Rather than using this 'guess' to figure out who he was, I decided to cut my words short.

"Tell me why I'm here." Bold move (y/n), he's gonna kill you now for sure. His eyes looked through me; he didn't like me, I'm sure of it. And I knew I was sure because he punched me in the jaw. Bruised.

"Try and be brave one more time (y/n) and you'll be cut from this tree, and instead hung from it." He circled around me, I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell what his motives were, and why he still had me here. "Although, since you have been kind to me this whole time... you're here because a murderer needs fresh blood to make sure he can satisfy the hunger..." He trailed off, hunger in his words could mean anything, and I'm willing to bet he wants me dead no matter what I say.

"I-"

"Shut it up, bitch. I never said you could speak unless you'd like a blade in your mouth." He crouched before me. His cold dead eyes looked at my body up and down. His intent was easy to identify. He lied a hand on my thigh, running it upwards and edging closer. His breath smelt like rotting flesh and his touch gave me goosebumps. "(y/n), your skin is very smooth, a lot of people would like skin like this," he whispered in my ear, "I should skin you alive and create a sex toy out of it."

I kicked him in the stomach and flailed, in an attempt to get the ropes loose. He lunged backward holding himself. He groaned and raised his head. His shaggy black hair falling around his neck. He dropped his head and stood. "You dirty little-"

"Tell me why you took me here." I stood over him, the dagger he had now clenched in my fists. He lifted his head and I placed the dagger underneath his chin. He chuckled under his breath, it was hoarse; it sounded painful.

"You're here because a certain someone wants you here. Why should I have to explain to you every little detail?" He snapped right back at me, I wasn't surprised of course. I pressed just enough to pierce the pale skin of his and waited for yet another answer. "Do you really think you intimidate me? You petty little girl," his voice was drawn out and deep, "Don't make a fool of yourself now. It would be a shame if he saw it."

Who was this 'he' that's been mentioned? Was there another person as demonic as this one who wants me dead as well? That wouldn't make sense if-

I was cut off by him grabbing the handle of the dagger and aiming it towards me. I stepped backward, checking my surroundings; he inched towards me. "(y/n)... Why is it now that you look so afraid?" His tone was teasing and gave me a headache.

"I-I... I'm not afraid," that was such a lie (y/n), I'm sure he can see you shaking in your shoes, "I'm just sure my mom is worried that I'm gone and all..."

"Pipe it down. You know you're precious mother is dead right?" My eyes widened, it couldn't be. I felt vomit slowly creeping up my throat. I couldn't say anything, my jaw was unmovable. "You little girls never know what someone like me has to offer. So don't throw this away." I shook my head in disbelief and before I was even thinking, I was dashing my way out of the forest trying to find my way home.

I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, my heart was racing and I felt hot tears welling in my eyes. There was no way he could have killed my mother, she's done nothing wrong and didn't deserve it. I ran as fast as I possibly could. He sounded as if he was right behind me, making me fear for everything I have.