Give it a Week (Slenderman x Reader)

Captive Torture

AUTHOR WARNING: The following chapter will contain gruesome violence and subjects of torture.

Captor's Pov

I get Y/N tied to an uncomfortable wood chair, getting her blindfolded before stepping back and admiring my handiwork. Her arms were tied back behind the chair, each leg was bound to the legs of the chair, her middle tied just to make sure she couldn't move too much. I collect various things that I wanted to torture her with, getting a few ideas ready. I pull up my own chair to sit on while I wait for her to awaken, my eyes shining when she finally stirs.

"Sleep well?" I ask her with smooth venom in my voice.

"Like a baby," She spits back at me.

"That's good because you won't be getting much sleep while you're here. You'll have plenty of time to catch up in the afterlife," I purr at her with a chuckle. "Maybe you'll join those pathetic parents of yours.

"YOU'RE THE PATHETIC ONE!" She screams at me, earning a laugh from me.

"You have always eluded me you damn brat. Goes to show how resourceful you can be so it's disappointing I have to end your life. Had you been captured earlier I'd have simply taken you under my wing but I suppose chasing you and eradicating any family you ever had was fun. Don't worry about the guy that actually killed your parents though, I took plenty of aggression out on him if it makes you feel any better," I tell her.

I watch her flinch with a chuckle and pick up won't of the knives. The tension and murderous desire from me heavy in the air, almost as if you could cut it with a knife and serve it on a silver platter. I slowly walk towards her and drag the tip of the knife along her body as she tenses with anticipation. Shah to do, what to do?! When I get in front of her again I hold the knife before striking it across Y/N's cheek, grinning at her yelp of pain.

"Oh, do you know the excitement this gives me my dear? Nothing is better than watching someone's blood spill from their body, but what makes it even more enjoyable is when I get to kill my enemies slowly. I can cut you however many times I want, in just the right places, and I could keep you alive for months. Years even," I laugh, spinning the knife in my hand before slamming it hilt deep into Y/N's leg, expecting a scream of pain.

An irritated huff leaves leave him when all she does is jerk forward and let out a slew of silent curses, not giving the the scream I so desperately desired. In my annoyance I kick the leg of her chair, laughing when it snaps and the chair is sent tumbling, a groan leaving Y/N when she smacks her head on the concrete floor. I get two of my henchmen to pick up the chair, and hold it steady while I select my next torture of choose.

"It seems I have broken one of the legs of the chair. Hmm, what to do, what to do. Oh! Since this is going to be your chair of pain them obviously we need to fix it!" I declare, grabbing a long nail and a mallet, slowly walking over to her as my shoes click slightly on the floor.

She tenses when I come to a stop, everything still as she tries to gauge what would be happening next. I press the tip of the nail into her leg, making sure it's lined up perfectly before I raise the mallet and slam it down on the nail, driving it through her flesh. Her scream of pain reverberates around the room as I strike the nail several more times until it's through muscle and bone and into the wood. My henchmen release the chair and it easily supports the weight again, Y/N's head slumped forward, lap covered in vomit from the pain. I notion for the hose and drench her in cold water to wash everything away, chuckling as she shakes and shivers.

"You're a fucking bastard! You'll rot in hell where you belong!" She  yells at me through sobs, watching as she strains against the rest of the ropes. "I'm going send you there myself."