Forgiving a murderer (Logan Paul x female reader)

The room

My eyes finally snapped out of it. Ugh, my head hurts! I rub my forehead gently as the pain throb and started to worsen. I should stop doing that. How did I get here?! The lights was dim and there was a light bulb swinging aggresivly towards me. Oh great! I look down and realize that my hands were cuffed to a uncomfortable chair. My lips were slienced with duct tape and all  I could even say were mumbles. At least I could move my legs. Wait, how did I get here? How long have I been here. Who did this? Where am I? No more questions... (Y/n). All I need to do is learn how to get the hell out of here, maybe there's somebody in here! I scanned the room for a living creature, nothing in sight. My legs were swinging aggressivly which calmed me down. I try my best to break out of the cuffs, but it only made my hands sore. 

The tears escaped from my eyes and rolled down my cheek, reaching the duct tape and dripping down to my chest. Not noticing anything, there was a creek. A gentle creek and light stinging my eyes. My eyes squinted as I saw the figure. Muscular and eyes that stabbed my soul. He was wearing a white t shirt and sweatpants. Why does he have a mask on?  My stomach tighten, hands were in a fist containing all the anger I had against him. My face went down. He walked down the steps and walked towards me. Don't you dare! As he came closer to me, a feet apart. I swing my legs up and hit him in the crotch. Thats what you get you pyscho. Under the tape, my lips curled up to a smile. His hand came closer to my face. What is he doing? My stomach tighten more, sweat was all over me. The word "scared" was imaginey written on my forehead. He moved his hands close to my lips and removed the duct tape hard making me frown. 

He removed his mask. The bedroom killer?!

"I'm now going to hurt you.." He said as an attempt to comfort me. 

"Just let me go! I'll do anything!" I screamed, kicking my legs furiously.

"Ever since I saw you, I fell in love with you" He confessed in the worst way.

"Just let me go!" I yelled out.

To be contuied.........