Forever yours. Reader x Ghostface (dbd)

Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Darkness was the only thing I saw because of the straps in front of my eyes. The leather material that was binding my wrist felt little loose and I got an idea. As I felt the knife running down my stomach, cutting my skin with the sharp tip, I started twisting my right wrist and try to pull it from the binding. I feel my wrist pop when I tugged at the binding and cry out the pain. The man laughs at my screaming and taps my chest with the blade.

"You didn't scream moment ago, why are you screaming now?" He asked, making a shiver run down my spine. I now noticed that his voice sounded somehow metallic, like he was speaking through a voice changer which made this whole thing even creepier. I was relieved that he didn't notice my hands as I got my hands free but I hold my hands together not to alarm him just yet.

I feel his hand run down my side and stop at my hip. "You are a treasure. Your boyfriend must be a lucky man to have a piece of you." I hear him say, amusement filling his voice. I see the knife stabbing through couch cushion to me which made me anxious. "I want to see those pretty tearful eyes." He says and rips the strap off of my eyes. My eyes meet the creepy mask he wears and I hear him laughing behind it.

I look around and see that the knife was piercing one of the couch cushions. I turn my head down to look at my chest and stomach area and see that there is so much blood. I start to panic little. What if I have lost too much blood to outrun him? His gloved hand runs on my stomach and presses his finger in one of my wounds. I scream out of pain, making him laugh sadistically. "Scream baby scream!" He presses his finger deeper in the wound, making me feel sick.

Suddenly I get the adrenaline from the pain and reach out for the knife with my other hand and with my other I take a hold of his arm. His masked face snaps to look at my hand which was squeezing him. I take the knife out of the cushion and with a war-cry I stab the knife in his right arms bicep. He yells from pain and I kick him off of me. I get up from the couch and make a run for the hallway but I slip on Jess' blood which had spread on the floor.

I slam on the floor hard, making me feel dizzy. I hear him get up behind me with a huff and walk over to me. He walks in front of me and crouches down to look at my face. "You fucking bitch! It wasn't supposed to be like this!" He yells at my face but then turns to look at the knife which was still in his arm. I feel myself losing my consciousness and suddenly I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

Danny's POV

I couldn't believe that (Y/n) got herself free from the strap. I look at the knife stuck in my arm and try to think something quickly. I can't take it off because I could leave blood on the floor so I rip off (Y/n)'s shirt to wrap it around the injury. I turn to look (Y/n) but she had her eyes closed which made me stop in my tracks. "Hey?" I tap her cheek but she just lays there. "Shit (Y/n)." I put my hand on her neck but her pulse was weak which made me panic.

I quickly make my way to the house phone and call 911. I wait for a little while until someone answered the phone. "911, what is your emergency?" Woman's voice asked at the other end, waiting for my words. "Listen here. I'm at the Jessica (L/n)'s house at the south side of this pathetic town. Here is already one dead and other one will die if help doesn't hurry up." I say coldly and the woman at the other end went silent. "Who is this?" She asks, making me smirk. "Ghostface." I say and slam the phone down.

I walk back over to (Y/n) and lift her off the floor, moving her on the couch. I lay her down on her back and move some of her hair from her face. "You'll make it." I say and make my way to the back door. I walk out and towards the forest, leaving the door open. I felt horrible to leave (Y/n) alone but I can't risk for being caught. I have to go back home and take care of my injury at wait for a phone call from police or from (Y/n).

I walk all the way back to the car and I didn't feel the knife in my arm anymore. I couldn't go to a hospital but I could treat it myself back at home. I open the car door and hop inside finally resting for a while. I take the mask off of my face so I could breathe. I put the mask on the passenger seat and look at it for a while. This was the first and only time I didn't want my victim die. I start the car and quickly drive back home.

In the parking lot I take my costume off and walk over to the front door. I get inside before anyone can see me and head out to my office. I get inside the safety of my room and turn my attention back to the knife. I sit down in my armchair and take a hold on the knife handle. I take a deep breath in and start pulling on the knife. Pain shots through my whole body and I bite my lip not to cry out.

When I finally get the knife out, I throw it on the table and press on my wound. The pain was unbearable, making me shake in my seat while the blood poured out of the wound. I was thankful that (Y/n) didn't stab me in the stomach or neck. I walk over to the bathroom and take the first-aid kit from one of the cabinets. I start stitching my wound. I wrap a bandage around the injury to protect it. I change into a white tank top and sweatpants and start washing my costume and the floor from the blood.

I take a seat on the couch after doing all the things I had to and try to relax for a little while. I can't help but to worry about (Y/n). I haven't heard anything about her since I left which made me feel anxious. I'm sure that they would treat her as fast as they can in the hospital because she is their coworker, right? I turn on the TV and see that they're already making a news story about the attack.

I watch as the anchorman tells all they know about the attack and victims but he says that one is dead and the other one is in critical condition at the local hospitals intensive care. I felt relieved that she didn't die but she is not out of the woods yet. I need to make the worried boyfriend act and call to the hospital. I walk over the house phone and dial (Y/n) workplace.

I'm the best at acting so this wouldn't be hard. I squeeze at the wound in my hand until I feel tears forming my eyes. Someone picks up the phone and I'm already sobbing mess. "Hello sir. How can I help you?" The man at the other end asks and I start sobbing on the phone. "I-i-i watched the news and someone attacked Jessica (L/n)'s house and my g-girlfriend was there too. Is she alright?" I ask with shaky voice.

I hear the man at the other end type something on the computer. "What is your girlfriends name?" He asks, making me roll my eyes. "H-her name is (Y/n) (L/n)." I say while my voice was cracking little from the sobs and the man types again on the computer. "What is your name?" He asks and I sit down on the counter. "I'm Danny Johnson. Can you just answer my question?" I say with frustration filling my voice.

"Yes, you're in her contact info. She's in intensive care from blood lost but we're making everything we can." He says and I breathe out in relieve. "Thank goodness. I'm coming there right now." I say and hang up before he can say anything else. These people are all idiots. I but on a black hoodie to cover up my arm and take the car keys. I have to go to see her again. To see my work again.