You awoke with a start, in a daze thinking you were in your familiar cream-colored room. It took you a moment to realize you weren't.
You remembered last night, with b/f/n trying to rape you. Then the dude saving you, attacking b/f/n, kidnapping you, and then the splitting headache that suddenly roared to life in your head reminded you of whacking your head on the windowsill.
You took the time to take in the room itself and decided to be the lazy person you are and stay under the warm covers. The room was covered in dark hues of blue and turquoise, with a few monochrome colors here and there.
Then you moved the covers, releasing yourself hesitantly from the warmth. You were in just your shirt and underwear, and you really didn't want to be in just these so you crept towards the dresser in the room.
You dug through and tugged on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants, which was one of the only picks. When you were about to pull the pants on your left leg when you realized something. There were a chain and buckle wrapped around it, leading to the floor in the middle of the room.
Great, I'm more of a prisoner than I already was. You thought bitterly. You sighed in defeat, before retreating back to the bed after kicking off the pajamas and putting them neatly back into the drawer. You slowly drifted off, embracing sleep again like a welcoming memory.
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You opened your eyes weakly, drowsiness evident on your face, dried saliva dribbling a trail down your chin. You sat up and heard the chain clink against the wooden bedside table. You grumbled, before halting.
In the corner of the room where there had once been an empty chair, was now the man from before. He was seated, the mask he wore half raised as he ate something.
Then it hit you.
It was a freaking kidney.
Since you hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, you only let out a loud gag as you dry heaved. The man paused, mid-bite on his kidney and then gaped when he saw you awake.
Like a snake, he shoved the rest into his mouth and swallowed it quickly before rising, wiping his bloody fingers on his jeans.
"Hello." He waved simply, awkward tension hanging in the air.
You hesitantly waved back, not knowing what else to do. The man stood, set something you hadn't noticed him holding onto the floor, and back into the chair again. He had set down a plate with toast and eggs on it. The toast seemed to be more charcoal than toast, and the eggs looked a bit... Like rubber.
You still went forward to grab the plate but was stopped short by the chain. "Oh. I forgot about that." He grumbled, before standing once more and walking towards you.
Out of fear, since this was the same man who had killed b/f/n, you backed away slowly.
"I'm not gonna kill you, god." He growled, grabbing your ankle and taking a key out from his back pocket. Inserting the key into the lock, he twisted the key and the buckle popped off. He backed away again, nudging the plate closer in your direction before you reached forward and grabbed the plate quickly.
You choked down the food, despite the god awful taste. "How is it? I cooked them. I don't usually cook much." You strained a smile and gave a very pained and fake thumbs up as a response as you shoved the rubbery eggs into your mouth.
This tasted honestly disgusting but you really don't want to be killed for not liking this dudes cooking now do you?
"Great! I'll have to put the chain back on you, but I'll let you put some pants on first since I'm sure you don't wanna walk around like that forever." You sensed that he was smiling underneath the mask as the man stood up, put the chain back on after you had tugged on some pants, and left.
"Wait- Who are you?"
"You can wait to ask those questions until next time, my dearest pet. Have a good day, Y/N."
You stared at the door in a daze for a few moments as it softly slammed shut, and then you went back towards the bed and flopped down, closing your eyes. With nothing to really do, sleep was the best thing you could think of.
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Taken (EJ x Reader)
Fanfiction(this is my first EJ x reader story so please bare with me here) Y/N was in her last few days of high school when she started to feel watched. She brushed off these feelings as just her imagination until she started finding notes dictating if she sh...