Story cover for • Chainsmoker • Masky × Reader • by misaopanda
• Chainsmoker • Masky × Reader •
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Complete, First published Mar 06, 2018
Mature
!!! This book is old. For something not written like a dumb preteen, go read the rewrite! I also update that one, unlike this book! !!!

Tuscaloosa, Alabama, your new home, is typically calm, quiet(in the way there isn't a bunch of children disappearing), according to individuals on the news. However, with your new entrance to this place, small children and teens end up missing, either found mutilated in wooded areas, such as Rosswood Park, or never seen again.

At a store on the very outer edges of the town, you run into a man you're immediately drawn to, fearful of, challenged by, and intrigued by. You two have plenty of fun, yet after a week, things go south

You two end up on the run, along with a friend of his. You were dragged into their constant running from it. You dragged yourself into its interest and desire.

Screwing definitely got you screwed.

!!!WARNING!!!

This book is very mature, with lots of sex, cursing, fighting, gore, and even more. Please be careful of what you read.

(There is a small bit of Hoodie/Brian x Reader as well, but mostly just Tim... Brian is just a hook up.)
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*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."