𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹~Michael Myers x reader fic

Part 8- Admiration

I woke from my slumber. I squinted while looking at the pale peeling cream colored paint on the old decaying wall that I was currently facing. I sighed remembering where I was located. I attempted to sit up, but my muscles were weak and sore. I scanned the room and turned to see the figure, shrouded by darkness, sitting in the corner, observing. I looked at Michael and frowned. "why?" I managed to whisper out of my cracked dry lips. He sat silent, as if  he  coming up with a reason behind his madness, but no response has ever come out of Michael Audrey Myers. I looked to the ceiling and scoffed. "this is how you treat a lady? first kidnap me, then restrain me, THEN you don't feed me." my words were harsh and bitter. I was joking half way ,but, I did it to comfort myself. Michael suddenly rose from his chair and slowly approached me. I gulped nervously. Was my cocky attitude going to cost my life? he placed his rough thumb onto my parched lips and softly examined them. He then tilted his head and bent down, grabbing the binds he had previously put me in the day before. I whimpered staring up at him. "p-please don't". he stood there, broad shoulders shifting, and tied me up. I couldn't tell if he was trying to be gentle with me or not. How could Michael be gentle? he was a killer. Murder. This brute a gentle quiet man? I shook the thoughts away and sighed leaning my head on a propped up pillow. Michael turned to me and rose his hands slowly, out in front of him, warning me to stay. I felt as if I were a puppy being told what to do but, without any reward. I nodded and sat still on the bed. He walked out and closed the door.  Once I knew he was out the front door I slowly stood up and looked for a place to escape. I tried the door but it wouldnt budge. I growled silently and huffed. I sat on the ground and softly cried. I was exhausted and sore, not only that but I was
starving. I had been asleep for what seemed like hours. I slowly stood up and listened closely. Michael was back, I quickly scrambled to the bed and laid myself upon the stiff mattress. I slammed my eyes shut and waited for the masked male to appear. Once he stepped into the room, a aura of curiosity was filling the room. Michael slowly approached me, closing in on me, he leaned over me and stared directly at me. I could hear his intense muffled breathing and hoped he would assume I was asleep. He was quite intelligent, and realized I wasn't asleep. He firmly grasped my arm and quickly rolled me over. I opened my eyes and smiled sheepishly at the male. He stood up, but did not break eye contact. I gulped slowly and touched his hand. He staggered back and swatted my hand away. I sat up. "I-I'm sorry..." I trailed off silently. Michael stood there emotionless as always. I stood up, knees wobbling, and stepped forward, inching closer to him. His muffled breathing was becoming more intense. "W-why did you take me?" He raised his head up a bit, defensively, and quickly shoved me back, sending me down to the ground. I hissed in pain and looked up at him. "Please! Just...I need to know..." Michael stood there for a moment, and bent down on top of me. He pressed his masked face closer towards mine and stared into my eyes. I became quite flustered and I shyly pulled a piece of my hair behind my ear. "D-do tell..or At least.. show me...Mikey..." he slowly blinked and smashed his masked lips onto mine. My eyes widened and I looked into his. I pulled back quickly. "M-Michael you c-can take that thing off..." *he sat straight up and slowly pulled the mask off revealing his unique facial features. I smiled nervously. "T-thats much better.." he looked unsure, but inched closer, wanting more of my lips. I leaned into his, and held the nape of his neck, melting into the blissful kiss. I never in my years thought I'd be making out with someone who kidnapped me...