Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Pinhead x reader (Part 4)

(Warning: The reader sort of, kind of dies in this chapter. But stick around!)
(Also I am aware that cenobites can't recognize pain from pleasure but for the sake of the fic, let's ignore my bad writing)

You managed to dodge the second stab, but you stumbled and fell to the ground. Right next to a... a box. Your box! The main reason why you came into this place. Maybe if you open it, at least one of the cenobites could help you. Your hands worked faster than your brain. You snatched the box off the ground, quickly shifting the hard top.
"No!" Barbara yelled out and stomped to you. She kicked your hands and knocked the box out, letting it roll away on the floor. Barbara sat on your lower belly, lifting the sharp knife above her head.
"I'm sorry! I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't have to" She angrily yelled out, stabing into your chest.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Every single time a fresh blow came, it stung all anew. You could feel the knife take a part of your soul as well as blood.
You started feeling limp, only looking up to the cube. Your only saving.
You stretched your hand out, struggling to reach it. When you finnaly got ahold of it, you slamed it on the floor.

The box clicked into place, letting out sharp beams of blue light. At least that slowed Barbara down from her annoying stabing.
You felt your entire legs slowly become numb... you didn't know that a person could loose this much blood this quickly...
A white silulette apeared at your side and looked towards Barb. When the light faded, you finnaly recognized the pinned face you've grown to miss.
"Barbara Carlson. You have ran from us for the last time. You shall get your pleasures as promied. For infinity..." Pinhead's voice boomed through the room as dozens of chains started running from under his dress. You noticed hooks at the ends of the chains... they dug into Barb's exposed meat-ish skin, tearing her down to the floor. They started pulling her apart bit by bit, soon making her snap and letting her rip into several chunks of dead meat. Pinhead couldn't help a very small smirk creep it's way onto the corner of his mouth. Blood was absolutely everywhere, only he stayed clean. And yes, you were absolutely covered in blood too. Both your own and Barbara's.

Once you let out an almost unhearable whine, Pinhead woke out of his blood soaked thoughts and turned down to you. The sight of you covered in blood was... ravishing to him. You looked beautiful in his eyes before but now... and that pained expression on your face...
Wait. What's it doing there?
"(Y/n)... are you in an acceptable condicion?" He asked, sounding calm and kind of bored but being actualy very concerned on the inside.
You looked down to your stabbed side that you were trying to hold this entire time, and whined quietly again.
"Guess..." You pushed out, laying your head on the floor. You didn't even feel your hips anymore.
"Barbara did attack us too at times..." Pinhead quietly said, his voice soothing to your bloodied up ears as he slowly crouched down to you. You couldn't really see under his dress, but he got on his knees, still looking down at you with... love... in his eyes. He slowly extended his hand and laid it on your wound. His had was super cold but you tried to not pay attention to it.
"You humans... so fragile... so weak... so soft" Pinhead quietly purred, sliding his hand slowly up your bloodied body, to your chest wounds.
He was resisting the urge to hurt you. He really wanted to do something to you, but he was sure you wouldn't be such a fan. His hand went to your colarbone, to your neck, and rested on your cheek.
You sighed, with a weak smirk.
"Just say it..." You murmured to him, feeling your hands weaken.
"Say..?" Pinhead tilted his head as his hand went to the back of your head, lifting it up lightly. He's never been this gentle with anybody...
"You like me, don't you?" You asked, chuckling.
"And how did you find that out?" Pinhead tilted his head back to place, pushing back a smile.
"C'mon, you saved me from that crazy bitch, you followed me everywhere... and now you're being soft... also you picked me for this job-" You were silenced by Pinhead's other gloved hand over your mouth. Thank god for that because you were running out of breath.
"You speak too much (Y/n). Even if the words are... true..." Pinhead addmited, lifting you up carefuly. He laid you against his chest, letting you sit on his thighs. You were glad your intuicion didn't betray you, and that Pinhead actualy liked you.

"You can die... if you wish" Pinhead said, his chest booming into your ear. Die? You didn't want to die yet! You had so much to do, so much to say. But you felt that your body was loosing all it's strength, and was going rather limp. Your eyelids were getting unbelivably heavy, to the point where you were struggling very hard to keep them open. You wanted to protest, but your mouth didn't want to open anymore.
"It is okay... you can close them..." Pinhead gently said to you, covering your eyes with his hand, forcing you to finnaly close your eyes.
Everything became dark, and the last thing you heard before complete numbness and silence was a quiet,
"I love you...".

There was nothing. Not a sound, not a light and not even any movement. You still felt alive though...
You could still tell that something like a body of yours exited, but you were not sure where it started and where it ended. You didn't know where your hands or your face was. Everything felt slipery and large... you felt as if you were floating in infinite darkness. But you did feel a very uncomfortable pull a few... minutes later. The tug left but came back. It was actualy kind of annoying, and you were considering to ignore it, but it still didn't leave, and actualy only got stronger.
You were getting pulled somewhere, by something.
You were very unsure...

DON'T WORRY, YOU'RE NOT ACTUALY DEAD WE'LL GET THERE WHEN WE GET THERE AND I APOLOGIZE THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SO BAD
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