Beneath The Mask

Chapter 2

Jackson noticed (Y/N)'s expression and smirked. "You look stunning with that expression. Pure excitement and a touch of fear. How would you like to join us for dinner? I think you're fit to be a part of our family" Chuckled Jackson as he tucked a stray strand of (Y/N)'s hair behind her ear.
(Y/N) nodded and blushed, morbidly terrified on the inside.
Suddenly a man without a mask began yelling in the other end of the room. "You guys are crazy! Someone help them! What is wrong with you people?! " He screamed as he tried helping the corpses off the ledge.
"Maybe he's the journalist? " Asked Jackson questioningly as he turned to look at (Y/N) who quickly nodded. "Maybe" She said in order to direct suspicion away from herself and witness what would happen if she was ever found.
"Renaldo.  I think we found our journalist" Said Jackson and snapped his fingers as the same brown haired man who'd handed him the Mic before appeared.
"Should I cut his fingers off master? That way he can't write about it. " Chuckled Renaldo as he pulled a butcher knife out of his jacket.
"Hmm. Good idea. Cut his tongue off too so that he can't tell anyone about it either. Leave him to bleed. If he manages to survive he gets to live. Otherwise we're solving overpopulation" Said Jackson plainly as Renaldo quickly nodded before he ran towards the man, chopping his fingers and tongue off in front of the crowd, letting his blood spill everywhere as they enjoyed the show.
"Don't you wanna go see how he's being mutilated? Or would you rather I showed you to a private dinner with me where you'll be converted into a complete member of the cult" Smirked Jackson as he looked at (Y/N) expectantly, extending his arm towards her.
"Go with you. I came to join anyway" Said (Y/N) quickly as she took Jackson's arm and followed as he led her into a room that has previously been locked.
Inside there was a table for two with the most exquisite food already set on the table, sort of like a candle light dinner with severed body parts kept in jars at the corners along with pentagrams and bloody roses.
"It's beautiful" Said (Y/N) as she made a mental note not to upset these people unless she wanted to die.
"I knew you'd like it doll. Now come on. Sit here" Said Jackson as he sat (Y/N) down on a chair before taking his seat.
They ate in silence for a few moments before Jackson broke it by speaking "So I'm gonna cut right to the chase here. The cult isn't exactly going to accept you the way you are. So I'm going to have to make a few adjustments" Said Jackson bluntly.
"What exactly do you mean? " Asked (Y/N) curiously as she yawned, feeling extremely sleepy all of a sudden.
"The drug I had put in your food is working huh? " Chuckled Jackson as he got up and walked over to (Y/N) , who was practically asleep and could only barely understand what he was saying, while also not being able to move a muscle.
"Now to add the finishing touches" Smirked Jackson as he walked over to a trunk at the back of the room and opened it, pulling out a beautiful silver mask that matched his.
"This one's for you darling" Said Jackson, chuckling sinisterly as he placed the mask on her face before (Y/N) fell into a deep slumber.
(Y/N) could only remember bits and parts of the journey, like a bumpy car ride with her head resting on Jackson's lap, the feeling of being carried into a mansion and hearing people around them talk and whisper something inaudible.
(Y/N) regained consciousness about 10 hours later. By then it was already morning. (Y/N) shifted around and noticed that she was laying on a huge bed.
She got up and looked around the room, only to notice that there were no windows in the room, only paintings.
"You're awake" Said Jackson, interrupting (Y/N)'s train of thought as she looked over to see him standing at the doorway in black pants and a crisp white shirt, with his mask still on. Seeing him she suddenly touched her face and realised her mask was on too, the one he'd made her wear the previous night.
"Don't take it off. The people here will kill you if you take it off. Or something far worse. The mask symbolises that you belong to me, so as long as you're wearing it, no one's going to touch you. " Explained Jackson as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to (Y/N).
"Why am I here? Can you please let me go? " Said (Y/N) gently as she looked up at Jackson, not wanting to sound threatening to him in any way due to the fear of him doing something terrible to her.
"Oh darling you can't just leave. You're here for the wedding. Our wedding. You're going to be my wife. I took a liking to you because well, you amuse me. A leader has to have an heir of course and I've decided that you're the Lucky one who gets to conceive the next heir to the throne. A lot of women have fancied me over the years and I haven't really taken a liking to any of them, barely even noticed them to be honest. But you. You're something special. You caught my attention from the moment I saw you. Therefore I knew that I must make you mine, and that's exactly what I intend to do" Said Jackson plainly and smiled as (Y/N) looked at him, absolutely stunned and terrified, not knowing what to do or say as she tried to process what Jackson had just told her.