Thursday
9:35 am
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Fuck
No way this was happening now, no way in hell.
This has got to be some sick joke, right? This was all a joke, and it would all be over soon.
Right?
Yeah, of course.
It was just a joke....
One of the masked men in the middle of the group spoke, "Hello people of California! I hope you're all doing well, because today me and my crew decided we could play some fun games! Sounds fun, right?" He wore a white knitted ski mask with splatters of a red looking substance on top, it looked pretty worn out.
Red splatters?
That must be blood...
His figure was somewhat muscular, he had obviously done some weightlifting in his time. He was wearing all black, in fact all of the men were wearing black.
But
That wasn't what caught my attention, what really caught my attention was a long machete he was holding, and in the other hand he was a suitcase.
We are screwed.
And who the fuck would bring a suitcase while dressed as some murderer from a horror movie as well as holding a fucking machete?
He spoke again which woke me from my racing thoughts.
"Now, anyone who doesn't want to play can simply walk out of that door. Anyone?" He looked around the room and his eyes pierced on a man who had got up from his seat.
"You're crazy! I'm not playing any of your stupid games! I'm leaving." The man started to pace towards the door.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Everyone was waiting in suspension about what was going to happen next, until a woman who looked like she was in her late thirties gasped and pointed to the man.
"He stabbed him!"
Her eyes were watering, and then I had realised what had just happened.
The man fell onto the door with a loud thud, blood seeping out of his grey shirt, and in seconds there appeared a large puddle of blood on the cafe tiles.
Ski mask spoke, "Now, when did I ever say you'd be leaving those doors alive? Anyone else? Anyone else want to end up like the loser on the floor?" He kicked at the lifeless body with a smug look. He moved his machete around, pointing at random people in the cafe.
People stared in shock, others began to cry and scream.
"Who are you! What do you want from us!" A man with blond hair said. His eyes were clouded with anger, but his body was shaking in fear.
"Me? I am the leader of this group. I go by Jason for now, you will soon find out who the rest of my group are when the time is right. Oh, and if you even think about escaping...just know it won't end well for you."
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𝕲𝖚𝖓𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘|| Sam Golbach x Reader
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