The good life? (Hoodie x reader x Masky)

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foop it, I'll just update. Here you go you lil shites. I had to revise everything to fix a huge plothole, skipped school today to do just that.

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You laid on the ground with a giant flipping butt face on your lower back. (A/N: Close your eyes and imagine a weird face butt.)

"You okay?" You heard the white masked dude say and he chuckled at the other male's pained growl. You couldn't see it, but the hooded male had glared daggers at the other.

"Tim, can you go grab a rope... I'm kind of sore right now."

You heard the other one, Tim you assumed, walk off. "Rope..?" You questioned. The man sitting on you didn't answer.

"So, do you do this often?" You had your face up against the dirt. "I mean tackle girls..." You said in a muffled voice, you persisted even though he wouldn't talk. "Can I, at least, please not kiss the dirt?" Distract him.

Hoods, you guessed, sighed. The male let go of your left arm that was on your back. He actually left an opening? He grabbed you by your hair, making you grunt, and he shifted your face to look to the side so your right cheek was up against the dirt. You had to let go of your nose so you set your right arm off above your head on the dirt. Blood trickled down your upper lip, a metallic substance greeting your tastebuds once it seeped between your dry lips. You wiped the blood off with your left hoodie sleeve.

"Thanks..."

The man untangles his fingers from your hair and moves to grab your left arm again. Welp, you didn't like that. You shot your left hand up and somehow blindly grabbed his collar and roughly pulled him forward, your arm straining to do so. His hands shot to either side of your head to balance himself.

You became a lot more confident and turned around like a dolphin in water to face him. His dominant hand shot to your throat and you held onto his collar tighter. You gripped his gloved hand with your free hand and forced your fingers under his choke hold. However, he put pressure on your throat and blocked off your air.

"What the f*ck Brian..." Tim said off to the left, he came back. Both you and the rude idiot looked over at him. The hand on your throat loosened and you greedily pulled oxygen into your lungs and coughed, letting go of his collar.

The hooded guy waved at him as if he was not just choking you. Tim sighed.

"Brian, we should just dump her off in the river." Holy sh*t they're not joking, are they?

The hooded male replied with, "Alright." Suddenly your brain slowed down to process the information. Are they murderers?! WAIT! WAIIIT, I thought this was a joke!

He got up off of you and turned you over, pulling both of your arms to your back. "Rope." Tim walked over and handed the rope to him.

You began to freak out, "Guys, I-I could just walk away, I won't say a-anything." You were getting very unnerved.

They both ignored you and he began to bind your hands. You tried saying something that would divert their attention, in hopes of getting away. "Please... Come on... I got popcorn all over my floor and I forgot to clean it up this morning..." You chuckled nervously. Oh god, that was a stupid thing to say. It felt like the pit of your stomach dropped at what the guy in the hoodie said next.

"Go get a gag or something, she won't shut up." You stared up at them with shock. Your fun night is becoming more and more like a kidnapping.

"Brooke will call the cops when I don't show up!" They didn't react and only continued to bind you. "I'll shut up! J-just please don't gag me..." A sigh was heard from above you.