Bendy X Reader- River Of Sin

Chapter 45- Hostages

Everything hurt. Legs, arms, head...It all throbbed with pain.

It was dark, but you could hear faint voices. Your ears were ringing as they slowly recovered and picked up the noises, getting clearer and clearer with each second.

With a painful groan, you opened your eyes, taking in the sight that caught your attention instantly as you looked down at yourself. Ropes were wrapped around you, and too tightly for comfort. They restrained your arms, wrists, and legs well enough that you could barely move.

Someone grunted from beside you, and to your left sat Sammy Lawrence, tied with ropes in the same fashion as you. His mask was pulled off and tossed on the floor, and his face was revealed. It looked fairly the same as a human face, except the ink had erased most of the features other than his eyes, mouth, and nose. The dark substance gave him a simplified look. Upon opening his eyes, his focus darted over to you and he panicked with the realisation that his mask had been taken off.

"What?! My mask!" He struggled, his robust and built physical form twisting and pulling violently at the ropes in an attempt to free himself.

"What...happened to us?" You croaked, frowning at how upset he seemed to be about losing his cardboard headwear. That wasn't the most important thing right now though.

The room looked pretty organized, with the same door the two of you had stopped at before getting knocked unconscious standing in front of the two of you. Beside the door was a table, and a few tools were neatly placed beside one another on it's wooden surface. To your right was a small room with a bed, and oddly enough, there was a spoon hanging on the wall in the small bedroom area. A few drawings were also scattered on the floor by the bed.

"Stop struggling." A female voice broke through the confusion your brain presented, causing you to jerk your head up with alarm. Sammy had apparently done the same thing, as the sounds of his struggling had ceased.

A woman came out from behind the wall the two of you were sitting up against, and her appearance threw you off.

The female wore a dress that started out black, but switched to brown the farther up it went, like it had been patched together after years of use. She had two horns on her head, a tool belt around her waist, and two black boots to compliment the dress.

A machete was strapped into her belt at her side, the blade glistening dangerously in the light of the room.

"Tom tied those pretty tight, I hope it's not causing too much discomfort." She added, her arms crossed.

"What the hell? Who's Tom? What did you tie us up for?" You growled with questions leaving your lips almost constantly. "We've done nothing to you! Knocking us out and tying us up for no reason is bullshit!"

"Got that right." Sammy hissed. "I don't understand why the fuck they had to take off my mask. There ain't much to see underneath!" He finished angrily, leaning forward and glaring at the woman standing before them.

The female shook her head, dismissing the prophets anger without a second thought. 

"It's perfectly reasonable for us to have taken precautions with you. Strangers aren't something we accept with open arms down here." She responded after a moment, her expression grim but undeterred. She completely dodged your questions, and made no effort to answer them even as she paused.

"If you prove to be non-threatening to us, then maybe I'll cut the ropes. Until then, you better get comfortable." She left the room shortly after.

"Just great." You leaned back against the wall, hoping that you wouldn't have to stay tied for long. Sammy had given up on trying to get his mask, but he looked to be pretty upset about it still. You weren't quite sure what his connection was with the mask, or why he found it so valuable in the first place. He didn't appear to be in the mood to talk about it.