You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 13

I can't stop shaking. It's so silent in here, I can hear my own panicked breathing. I look out through the glass window next to my head. Do I jump out? Will I be able to take the chance and just roll into the dark, empty street? I don't know what to do. The worst case scenarios are rushing through my head. Is he going to kill me? Where is he taking me? I'm afraid. I just want to return home. I want to return to the normal, boring life I had. I can't believe I took that for granted. Here I thought that something like this could never happen to me. Yet, here I am. I'm too scared to look up. I'm too scared to look at who I thought was someone I loved and trusted. I suddenly feel a weight on my thigh, making me flinch violently. My breathing got faster as I tried to back away from this murderers touch as far as possible. "Calm down." His voice wasn't the same. It was harsh, cold and unnerving. The tone on which he said that sounded like a command. I can't believe this. I don't want this to be real. This can't be real, please don't let this be-

"Why are you crying?" My breath hitches in my throat as soon as Masky's words reach my ears. Am I crying? I reach a quivering hand up to my cheek, feeling a tear drop rolling down onto my finger. I am. Masky's hand moves from my thigh up to my shoulder and gives me a squeeze. I don't know if that's supposed to be reassuring or comforting, because it doesn't feel like any of those. "Relax, alright? I get it that you're shaken up, but you need to calm down. I don't like seeing you like this." Masky retreats his hand back to the wheel. How am I supposed to calm down? For crying out loud, my boyfriend is an actual serial killer! I want to get out. I need to leave this car, somehow. If there's a stoplight somewhere, maybe I'm able to make a run for it. With all my courage, I take a glimpse of Masky. I assumed his eyes were pinned on the road, I can't tell because of the mask. Why does he have that mask on while driving, anyway? Keeping my gaze pinned on him from the corner of my eyes, I trail my hand to the handle of the door ever so slowly. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get-

"The doors are locked. Don't bother." I nearly jump out of my seat. How does he know what I was doing?! I quickly pull my hand back to my lap and shakily breathe in. I want to go home. I don't want to be here. I clutch the fabric of my shirt, holding back tears. From the corner of my eyes I could see Masky slightly tilt his head towards me to spare me a glance. He lets out an audible sigh and before I could even process it, the car had stopped. I jerk my head up once I realize we've fully come to a stop. He had parked his car on the side of the empty road. My heart was thumping against my chest loudly. What is he planning? Is he going to kill me now? I can't move. I'm too scared. Masky slumps back in his seat as he turns off the engine. What is he doing? He keeps his eyes on the road up ahead as he pushes the mask over his head. For the next few seconds, it's just silence. Nothing but thick, painful silence. I feel Masky's gloved hand grab mine from out of nowhere. I was just about to pull away as soon as he made contact with mine, however he held a strong grip around my hand. I was panicking, I tried to struggle against his grip, which only made him tighten his hold. I wince at how much pressure he was putting on my hand. "Why are you so scared of me? I'm not going to hurt you." Masky tugs my hand up to his mouth and presses his lips against the back of it. I'm violently shaking, my cheeks were stained with tears and felt sore from all the times I've rubbed my cheek with my sleeves. "Don't cry, princess." Masky wipes away the tears that were rolling down my cheek with one of his fingers.

He lets go of my hand and shifts himself in his seat. "We're staying here until you calm down, okay?" Masky uses the same soft, gentle and sweet voice he used for Tim. It sounds just like him. It's comforting. It reminds me of the Tim I thought I knew well. Letting out an unintentional sob, I shake my head. I wipe my eyes with my sleeve, shaking in my spot. "Please, Tim," I choke out, "Let me go home. Please. I won't-... I won't tell anyone." I begged him, like the poor, weak fool I am. Masky purses his lips and looks away from me. He didn't say anything for a couple of seconds before he decided to speak up. "We can't. You need to understand that I'm protecting you. You need to understand why we can't go back." Masky didn't bother to give a detailed explanation. I'm not being protected. I'm being kidnapped, taken against my will to somewhere that's far away from my actual hometown. I look down to my lap. This is it. This is my life now. Being held hostage by a murderer. I have so many questions. I'm bottling up so much anger. I just want to attack this guy and get him to prison. But God knows that if I do that, he'll end up killing me. I don't have the guts to protest against anything he says, either. I sniff, wiping my nose with my sleeve. The car is silent. Dead silent. I need to think of something. A plan for later, maybe one that will help me get out of this situation. I just need to show sympathy towards him. Gain his trust and let him know I won't try to escape.