Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Creeper x reader (part 2)

The horrible stench of rot awoke you from your car-hit nap. It had to be a really strong scent for you to wake up.
Your vision was a little blurry but you could make out colors, sounds and even some shapes. There was a very brown or grey backround... a wall perhaps? On the wall, there were a few, sharp-looking hanging objects. Knifes? Are you in a kitchen? No, kitchens don't shake like this room was. There was also some kind of... white pillow-y floor. White and bumpy is what I'm trying to say. Music was also playing from somewhere. Something like country maybe? It was still a little hard to make out. From the shakes, you figured out you were in a car. The van! Of course! Of...course... You pushed yourself up to sit, only to find out that your hands were tied, along with your ankles. The rotting stench made it's way uncomfortably into your nose.
You looked around a little more, being able to see a window. Through the window, a few clouds and tired looking trees could be seen, passing by. You moved from your sitting spot carefuly, looking at the driver's seat. You saw a the man who took you in...
Was he a murderer? Kidnaper? Maybe. Or, most likely. It would explain the strange item he threw into his car earlier.
And... all of the white things laying around you...
You looked at the passenger seat, seeing your (f/c) bag that Misha hauled before you left her house.
Why would a kidnaper take a dirty clothes bag was beyond you.
You could obviously try to open the back door and make a tumble for it but god knows how fast was this car going. Maybe the door was even locked. I think you're just better off waiting this one out. Take some more sleep, he'll defenetly wake you up...

Half an hour later
You felt the car stop. You felt it because the man always stepped on the brakes so much, you'd hit your head on the rusty wall many times. Not very good at driving...
He opened his door, jumped out and stomped over to your back door. You of course still played a sleeping beauty. The door was opened and the man started pulling the bodies out. Every time he took one, he walked off and soon returned for another. He did this untill the five or so bodies were gone. Then it was your turn. He hoped in the car and walked over to you. You could feel him crouch down and stare at you. Stare at you with his freezily shining eyes...
He took the hair off your face, carefuly and gently scratching your cheek with his rough hand.
Something really weird and unexpected happened after that. He started to... sniff you. Like a wild dog. He smelled your neck, hair, even face. You had to do a lot to not move. It was a little tickly...
The man then... growled? And pulled away, picking you up. He carried you to the door like a child or a doll would be held. Much different then how carelessly he carried the bodies.

You peaked here and there to see what was going on. Not that it really helped but for the idea.
You saw the scary van furthering away, some dying grass and a little aliance of spooky looking trees. Like a very tiny forest. Another door was opened and you closed your eyes.
You felt a shadow loom over your and the kidnapers body. You must've entered a building. Maybe his torturing chambers or some shit like that.
You were really getting moved around now... Like... like swinging. But uncomfortable. The man laid you down on your back and untied your hands, along with your legs. As he did so, he sniffed your ankles again. What kind of weirdo was this guy... you should've kicked him in the nose and run while you were free. He moved around and you could once again feel him stare at your "sleeping" face.
Soon, you felt the ropes around your hands and ankles loose and then tighten again.
You were then pushed off of where you were laying. Your hair was... hanging down? And your hands were stretched? You must be hanging by your legs and arms then. I can't explain it in any other way. Maybe you should wake up...
You heard some scratching and door closing. You waited a little while longer for complete silence before opening your eyes.
Yes.
Yes, the assumptions were correct.
The place your body got pushed off was to your right. A dark wood beam was supporting another. You must've been laid on top of that. But... how could the man get up there? There was no ladder... but there were scratches on the beam. Like a wild animal was crawling on the top of it.
You looked around some more. You saw a carpet on the floor, many long chairs a broken down cross... you were in a small chapel.
A chapel filled with other hanging bodies. Most of them were wrapped up but god was it awful.

You sighed as you noticed it was mostly abandoned. With only crows and ravens flying in and out. A perfect place to kill strangers in...
You sort of accepted the fate of death the second the car hit you. Man, mom and dad will never know what happened to you...
Misha will never know...
You will die here in pain and all alone but that doesn't mean you won't try to escape. You started fiddling with the ropes on your hands. No real luck there. You looked around, noticing a convenient nail coming from one of the beams that were closer to you. Moving around made you swing a little and so you did it more and more. Soon you were swinging agressively enough to latch onto the nail. You smiled at your succes. You started scratching the ropes using the rusty nail. Maybe you could actualy get out of here. The ropes soon snapped off and you were yeeted back into your hanging posicion you had before. Only this time, it was a little more uncomfortable. The blood started to run into your face and you felt really under preasure. You had to untie those legs. You may have been high in the air, but falling down and getting some bumps was better than bleeding out due to playing a bat. You grabbed onto your shirt and pants trying to bring your head up. But to no avail, you were never really a gymnastics type, and you didn't manage to pull yourself up. You started panicking as your eyes filled with tears of pressure. Just as you were about to yell for help, to get at least the guys attention, the dark door swung wide open, hitting the white wooden wall.
Your lovely kidnaper stood in the doorway. You continued to struggle with your blood problem as he slowly and quietly made his way under you. He was whistling again. The tune was pretty familiar to you. Calming and cheerful...
It calmed you down a little.
He was calm...
The kidnaper crouched down to the rope you managed to get off and brushed it in his fingers. He looked up to your nervously hanging self. You could promise you could see a twisted smile on the man's scarred face.
Or... you assumed it was scarred. It was dark in the chapel, with only a few beams of lights going through the boarded up windows.

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Strange cut off ending this time 0.0