Haunted (shape-shifters x reader)

Chapter 5

(Your pov) 

    You flutter your (e/c) eyes open as pain settles into your already aching muscles. You lean slightly forward, accidentally popping your neck. Your 
(e/c) orbs grow wide in horror at the immediate realization you have no idea where you currently are. You glance down, your gaze locking onto a rope tied around your wrists. You try to twist your hands free while taking in your strange environment. You ignore the numbness overwhelming your senses and carefully push yourself to your feet. You slowly walk up to a mirror bolted to a wall nearby, wanting to see what kind of condition you're in. 

    Your clothes are caked with dirt and leaves are sticking to your feet. Your
(s/c) skin is littered with fresh cuts, scrapes, bruises, along with imprints from small rocks or sticks. Your (hair/locks) are coated with pieces of mud, your bangs dyed in dry blood from the cut on your head. Your (e/c) eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep and you can hear your heartbeat in your own eardrums. 

    You automatically start searching for something to cut the rope free, walking up to a desk next to a bed. You pull open the drawer to your left as your eyes scan the contents for anything sharp. A wickedly smirk pulls at the corner of your busted lip, your slender fingers wrapping around a pair of black scissors. You move your wrists as far apart as possible while slipping one of the blades between your hands. You move the object back and forth, the rope splitting up. 
    You twist the broken pieces off your wrists as you make your way to the only exit. You rub your red-marked skin while leaning an ear on the door frame. Your heart automatically starts pounding painfully against your ribcage, voices from downstairs echoing throughout the building's interior. You quickly step back and turn the doorknob to find it locked from the outside.  

    You mumble to yourself in annoyance, swiftly kicking the door frame next to the doorknob. You see cracks start to form along the wood as a loud snapping sound breaks over the noise. You smile to yourself, watching the door creak open. You quietly slip through a gap and step into a hallway. 

    You automatically start heading down two flights of stairs, carefully placing your feet in front of each other. You wrap your fingers around the wooden railing to your left as you notice how fancy the interior is. 
    "I wonder what kind of people live here? It's probably better to leave, before I run into anybody. Just run through the woods and don't stop until I reach the village," you think to yourself while sneaking in a hallway between the living room and kitchen. You hear the voices of two men arguing loudly, pressing your back against a wall. 

    You lean your head back as you look in the direction of the back door to your right. Hope automatically circulates throughout your veins, the thought of escape pumping adrenaline into your heart. 
    "What's wrong with you? That's the craziest thing I have ever heard! Humans aren't allowed anywhere near the place! Ash, how many times I am going to have to fix your problems?" You hear an expressionless yet smooth voice snap, followed by an annoyed growl. 

    "It's fine, they're not going anywhere. They're in my room and tied up. I also locked the door too. So, there's no way anything else is going to ruin your day," that same voice you heard in your subconscious state fills your ears. 
    "Idiot...I'll deal with it. I'll knock the disgusting creature out with one of my potions and leave them in the woods for a wendigo to snack on," footsteps head toward you and you immediately make a beeline for the exit. 

    You stretch out your hand, your fingers wrapping around the door handle. You move it downward as sunlight pours through the gap like you're about to wake up from a never-ending nightmare. Happiness latches onto your brain while you feel like your movements are in slow motion. You step into the light, your body glowing like an angel. You take in a breath and silently hope nothing else will happen to you. Suddenly, something quickly grabs your right wrist as you're pulled into the nightmarish hell, again. You stumble backwards while fighting against your attacker. The door is slammed in your face and your body is slammed into a wall. More pain stabs your shoulder-blades, sadness replacing your happy demeanor. You hesitantly lift up your chin and your (e/c) eyes lock onto a young man blocking your path. 

    He's rather tall with a slightly muscular build. His pale skin is littered with faded scars, fresh bruises, and slashes. Bandages are wrapped around his knuckles and continue to travel up to his elbows like tattoos. His pink hair is spiked up in multiple places as his violet orbs flicker with annoyance. A white t-shirt with a leather vest, dark ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots make up his attire. 

    "Where do you think you're going?" He says, squeezing your wrist tightly. You narrow your eyes at him as you try to pry his fingers away. Unfortunately, it's no use. Pain plunges into your arm while your (s/c) skin fades to a purple shade. 
    "Let go!" You shout at the top of your lungs, angrily lashing out at him. He smirks at your attempt to be brave and leans his face in front of yours. You back away instinctively as your back hits a wall. You swallow your fear building up in your throat, trying to give yourself some distance from this creepy guy. He bends down to your height while keeping a hold of your wrist. He inches his face closer to you, flashing his sharp fangs at you. 
    "This is gonna be fun. Having a new toy to mess with and tease. You're in a whole new world, kid," he says and automatically starts laughing at your horrified expression.