Hostage | Creepypasta Reader Insert

• 𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒚 •

LIU'S POV

"No harm done," I started. "I just put her in the basement. I don't know what to do with her when she wakes up, though. She seen the fuckin' acid, it's not like we can just let her go and do whatever the Hell she wants now!" I let out a huff as I continued scratching the nape of my neck.

My hand eventually moved it's way into my hair, so I started messing with that. It was hard to focus while being so fucking stressed out. "Well what do you want me to do, kill her?", Jeff fumed. He started beating his fists on the counter. He's gonna' wake the girl up! "Listen up! It's you that got us into this mess, so you better fuckin' get me out of it! I'm tired of this shit. It's like every other day, I have to deal with your goddamn stupidity!" My brother let out a loud sigh and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He let himself fall into the couch. "Let's just figure this out."

I nodded. "What do you want me to tell her when she wakes up?", I asked. "More importantly, why don't you just kill her?"

That was kind of a dumb question. Even though my brother didn't have eyebrows, I could sense that Jeff was furrowing them. "You know I don't kill kids.", was all he said. I looked down and adjusted my scarf. "I don't want to kill her unless I have to. We've talked about this. Every single body you've put into those vats have belonged to adults, correct?" I lifted my head to meet my brother's gaze. "Correct?" I nodded. Jeff gave me a goofy thumbs-up. "This shit is stupid, let's just get some fuckin' pizza and forget it."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't really think that's our answer here...", I trailed. She's going to wake up any second. What the hell do I do?

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Y/N'S POV

I felt around for the top of the tarp. What the Hell? Sudden terror consumed my ability to think. There was no tarp, and I wasn't in anybody's backyard, that was for sure. I slammed my hands onto the cold ground and navigated the area. It had to've been concrete, it was so cold and still. I felt cracks in the ground. I kept moving faster and faster. I had to figure out where I was.

My phone! I reached hand into my back pocket. Oh my God, it's there! I struggled to contain my excitement as I fumbled with my phone, trying to turn it on. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, I couldn't turn it on. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Then I realized. It's dead, my phone is dead. I bit my lip. "What do I do now?", I whispered to myself. The situation was simple. I knew that I was a hostage in someone's home, and that the home was right beside that of my own. It wasn't going to be nearly enough to get me out of the situation.

    Footsteps from above broke my train of thought. I heard creaking. Sounds moved from across the plane directly above me. The steps above provided me a better sense of placement. I was definitely in a basement.

The sounds of footsteps made a sudden change of direction. After passing me, the came back towards me. Only this time, they sounded as if they were continuing to get closer and closer. Somebody was coming downstairs for me. I swallowed hard. I was entirely defenseless. There would be no point in putting up a fight, as I would most certainly lose. I heard the fumbling of a doorknob to my left. The latch that held the door shut disconnected, and I heard the sound of a door opening. A small sliver of light crept its way into the basement. The light was blocked by the silhouette of a body. "I know you're probably scared.", a voice spoke. It was a hesitant voice, quiet and careful. It sounded like Liu. The door to the basement had shut, it was pitch black again. "You're going to need to stay here. That's just what happens when little girls decide to be curious." This was a different voice. There was a hidden tinge of anger. It wasn't quite Liu. "There's a few ways this can play out. You can try to leave if you want to, but you'll end up dead before you reach the front door. Or, you could stay here. We don't want to kill you unless we have to. So, what do you say?"

My lip began to quiver. "Who are you?", I whispered. It would've hurt too much to've used my full voice, as my throat felt like it was on fire. There was a lump of fear blocking my ability to speak.

Death wasn't an option for me. "I guess you haven't learned your lesson about curiosity, now have you, ya' little shit?", the man taunted. He let out a small chuckle. I could smell his breath, he was right in front of me. A hand landed on top of my head. My eyes widened and I felt my entire body jolt. By this point, there was nothing I could do. His hand was already on my head, he could grab me by the throat if he wanted to.

But he didn't. He ruffled my hair playfully. I was at a loss for words. "Yeah...", I trailed. I had forgotten what he asked. "I don't want to die." Oh yeah, idiot. Real smart. That'll show him.

    The hand removed itself from the top of my head. "Kids like pizza, I bet. We've got some upstairs. The only problem is that we don't feed little shits who like to scream. We only feed the ones who stay nice and quiet. If you caused any attention, well...I hate to admit it, but I would have to kill you.", the voice threatened. It was weird how such a threat was delivered by such a soft, calming voice. "I'll bring you upstairs, but if you try anything funny you're gonna' be really fuckin' sorry."

    I nodded in the pitch black. "Ok.", I whispered. The thought of dying at any given moment hung over me like a storm cloud. It was difficult to find the right words knowing that the wrong ones would kill me. I heard a small cracking sound from in front of me, the man had stood up. A hand grabbed for mine and held it gingerly. The kidnapper has coaxed me to my feet. The hand pulled me forwards. I followed the dry, cracked hand to the a door that the man opened. He led me up a small set of stairs into the same home that I had became familiar with only hours ago.

    In the light, the man was visible. The man sported medium-length black hair. The hair appeared to be charred towards the bottom. He wore a simple white hooded sweatshirt on top and black jeans on bottom. I felt a sense of familiarity while observing the way that this man appeared, but I couldn't put my finger on why. "Wanna' see a cool party trick?", he asked. It was impossible to stop my eyes from widening, and ever so challenging to halt my sense of dread.

    "Sure.", I encouraged. I was absolutely going to regret that.

    The man turned around. I felt sick, dizzy. I stumbled back so fast that I felt my body move before my brain. I tripped over something and fell onto my back, hitting the tile floor with enough force leave me there stunned. I had never experienced seeing anything so jarring in my entire life. My eyes welled up with tears. I grasped for anything to defend me, but the only weapon in the room was the man's smile. His carved smile. Nausea made it impossible to focus on the constant oozing of gooey, fresh blood from the wound that spread across the entirety of his chaotic smile. He laughed as he continued staring me down with eyes like voids. He had no eyelids. His skin matched whites of his eyes. His skin matched his sweatshirt. No matter what direction I looked, I was horrified. I slapped my hands over my mouth to stifle a scream.

    The man smirked, drawing new droplets of blood from the cuts across his cheeks. "That was fun.", he thought to himself. "You'll get used to it sometime. You can call me Jeff if you want, but I also go by 'asshole', 'jackass', 'little bitch', and a few other names. So, what do I call you, then?"

    Jeff backed away from me. I stood hesitantly, steadying myself on the kitchen counter behind me. "I am Y/N.", I replied. My gaze remained low to the ground.

    Jeff walked past me in the direction of a refrigerator to my right. I turned to watch him grab a pizza box sitting on the marble counter near the fridge. "You're petite. Two slices it is!", Jeff announced. He turned around to face a small island countertop surrounded on it's opposite side by four bar-style stools. He put the slices in the microwave which sat towards the left end of the island. "Eh, forty seconds." He left the pizza slices alone and walked back over to me. "You ought to well pop a squat on the couch, because you're not going anywhere."

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[Author's Note] - Thank you so much for reading! I hope the first few chapters gave you a good idea of my writing style and story pacing. I hope the plot has sparked your interest enough to stay! I love you guys, stay safe out there!