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This chapter contains vulgar language, abuse and slight gore, Be prepared!

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You saw his hands twitching. His anger was taking over; his impulsive behavior controlled every movement, every action... Just like adrenaline controlled yours. When you saw him raising his hammer even further, ready to slam it down onto your skull and crack it into thousand pieces you closed your eyes.

It was more out of a reflex than actually wanting it, but you would've closed them anyway. You didn't want to look death right in the eyes as you waited for the fatal blow. Yet it felt as if you were waiting hours already, as if the whole world had stopped. You didn't hear anything, no breathing, no cry... Not even the sound of breaking bones.

With slight hesitation you opened one of your eyes a little; peering through the small slit in order to see what was going on. Was he waiting? Waiting for you to open your eyes, waiting to surprise you with a flash attack? He wanted you to see the end?

But instead of what you had expected to see, you saw Masky still standing with the hammer raised above his head. However his hands were shaking, as if some unrealistic force was pulling the hammer closer to the ground, as if gravity suddenly increased.

When you dared to open both of your eyes you saw that it wasn't gravity who rescued you from your ill fate. It was the usually calm and collected hooded man. With one hand he was holding onto the hammer, standing right behind Masky.

"We can arrange something." His dark voice spoke. His hood directed towards you as Masky still stood with the hammer in his hands. You saw the masked man slowly bringing the hammer down, still in his dangerous hands, but a little less close to your body.

You heard Masky snort, probably angry that his plan had been thwarted. He turned towards the hooded man, the anger still flowing off of him as you now actually saw how large the guy really was. You didn't dare to blink, or to look away. Masky was impulsive, uncontrollable.

He could come at you any second, without provoking.

"Arrange? What the fuck is this shit Brian?! You're seriously thinking of giving this piece of shit what she wants?" You heard the rage in his voice, no... You could actually feel the ground shaking because of his hatred towards you. You lifted yourself up a little by your arms, staring at both killers while you felt liquid dripping over your cheeks and onto your chin.

"We're here to send a message not raveling in the joy of killing. We need people to spread the word, to make humans aware of our power. These victims are the best solution." Hoodie took distance from his partner, who was still shaking out of anger.

"So you'll let my friends go?" Before you even knew it, the words nearly flew out of your mouth, yet it didn't go without any pain. Speaking proved to be troublesome for you as your jaw didn't want to cooperate. It felt as if it was stuck in one position, as if there was a rusty hinge on one side.

However you soon forgot about all that when you recalled what Hoodie had said. Your eyes widened as your heartbeat increased. Not because you were afraid, but because the hope, the light which had kept you standing all this time, returned into your life.

You really had the upper hand here; you really could use the code for the safety of your friends. You sat up straight, completely ignoring and forgetting the excruciating pain felt in your hand and face. Your eyes shifted towards Hoodie and then to Masky.

From the way Hoodie was speaking, you knew that he had this in mind all along. He wasn't stupid. Yet he didn't stop Masky from abusing you, watching as his masked companion kicked your body around probably gave him some sick kind of pleasure.

Even though you felt relieved, happy and hopeful that your friends really would be freed... You couldn't keep yourself from being too paranoid. This all proved again that you were dealing with killers, that they didn't back down for anything.

"Yes, we'll let your friends go." Your mouth automatically hung open when hearing this sentence. Everything you had fought for, everything you wanted and kept you standing... It was arranged. Your friends would be freed! A relief washed over your body, the tension slipping from your veins.

You did it. You fucking did the impossible. If you couldn't get your friends to escape then why not get the killers to set them free? You did it! You wanted to cry of happiness, to jump into the air... But you decided against all of that. Somehow you had this gut feeling that it wasn't over yet.

You knew this was all true. It wasn't over since your friends would be still in this building. Your friends are still in this mansion, probably being tortured. You needed to see them walking out of that front door with your own eyes before you can truly let go of everything.

Right now you needed to focus on yourself for a minute. You were with two killers and one promised, against all ideas of the other, that your friends would be freed. This will surely trigger some sort of reaction from Masky and you needed to be prepared for the worst.

You expected Masky to become enraged. To mock his partner for promising such a stupid thing. But instead of lashing out, instead of attacking his partner with vulgar words... He only stood there, watching Hoodie in complete silence.

You couldn't really make out if he was angrily glaring at the hooded man, or if they were both fighting over some sort of invisible dominance. After a few minutes, you saw Masky's stance getting more relaxed before a low, chilling chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Whatever you say, Brian. Now get over here and give us the code. I don't have much time left." Masky turned towards you, his tall body lunging over your small frame. The hammer in his hands still eagerly waiting to be crashed down onto your skull.

You tried to swallow the lump in your esophagus, to keep your raging emotions under control as you wanted to stand up. Yes they promised the release of your friends, now you would do your share of the deal. However when you applied the littlest of pressure on your hand, in order to get up, a loud scream escaped your throat.

You immediately removed the pressure from your hand, bringing it to your face to examine the painful limb. You hadn't even seen your hand before you realized what was wrong. You didn't feel your fingers anymore. Just with one look at your hand you turned pale.

Your fingers were only connected to your palm by your skin, your digits hanging like they were made of fabric filled with sand, not to mention the fact that your dorsum was extremely flat, no bones or veins seen. Only pure white skin.

A painful throbbing was felt through your whole arm and your head felt as if it could explode. Because of the happiness, the adrenaline, you hadn't felt this pain earlier. You hadn't noticed these wounds all over your body. But right now, when you needed your body, you could actually feel them.

Masky had not only broken every single bone in your hand. But with the hit on the side of your head with his hammer, the chances are big that you have a severe concussion.

"What's the matter sunshine? You seem a little pale?" You couldn't turn away from the ugly sight, your own hand keeping you in trance. It was your body; it looked like your body. Yet it didn't feel like your body. You felt pain, you saw something ugly... But it wasn't the limb you recognized. What were they doing to you?

"Come on, come on. I don't have all day." Before you could respond you saw Masky stomping towards you. You were frozen to the ground as he grabbed your shattered and filthy hand, dragging you upwards and towards the table. You screamed and cried, jolts of excruciating pain flowing through your body.

You felt extremely nauseous and lightheaded, but your body kept on moving. Desperately trying to keep up with the quick pace of Masky. You were nearly slammed against the table, forcefully pushed onto a chair before, in your fuzzy sight; you saw a box being shoved towards you.

They meant business.

Your shattered hand rested slightly on your lap, but even when there was no pressure on it... The pain was unbearable. With your good hand you wiped the liquid off of your face quickly, preventing it from coming into your mouth. You slowly and carefully traced your fingertips over the skin, going up from the chin until you found a painful and bloody spot.

You felt the skin near your cheekbones being stained with blood and touching the exact damaged spot proved to be too painful to handle. Masky may have not only damaged the skin, but also the bone. Your gaze then turned from the box towards the killer standing on the other end of the table.

You immediately tensed as you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder, squeezing roughly and probably creating a bruise since there was little to no fat on it. You slightly turned your head, but you didn't need to. You knew immediately that Masky was standing behind you, preventing you from doing any stupid thing.

"Open it." Hoodie pointed towards the vault. The small bulb hanging from the ceiling was dangling right above the silver box, making it seem like a crystal shining in the dark. Your hand slowly and while shaking reached for the box. Alright, (Y/N) no need to be nervous. It was the right code.

Right?

It had to be the right code. Not for your own safety. Hell, after what Masky had done to your body you couldn't really think of anything worse... Which there probably was, but aside from that... You did it for your friends. The deal was standing as long as you knew the right code.

As long as this code you had in mind opened this box, showed the blueprint you and your friends would finally be safe. Correction, your friends would be freed. You on the other hand would be staying here, living with Jeff until he decided that he had enough of you.

You stopped right in your tracks, your hand stuck in mid air. That was indeed your fate, that is how the story would end. No living happily ever after for you... But why? All this time, every single second of every single day that you were living inside this shithole you were thinking of your friends.

You were thinking of their safety, of getting them out alive. Planning to help them escape had preoccupied your mind every day, yet you never thought of a plan for yourself. You found it extremely selfish of you to think like that in a situation like this but you couldn't help it.

You still had the code; you could still bribe these two killers into letting you go as well. You slowly bit your lip as the hope of ever escaping this mansion yourself faded away quickly. Masky and Hoodie had nothing to say about that. You were Jeff's pet.

Masky had taunted Jeff several times, yet he never got too far. It was as if he was trying to get on Jeff's nerves, but never daring to engage into a fight. Masky wasn't the only one... Even E.J. had let you go so easily, with merely a warning.

Was Jeff really that dangerous? Was he really that powerful that even other paranormal beings were scared of him? Yes, he probably was. He was completely obsessing over you. Even if the highest power Slender would tell him to let you go he would find a way to keep you, to torture you until you come back on your own accord.

Jeff had you in this tight grip.

You would never escape the mansion... Alive.

A hiss of pain escaped your mouth as you felt a pressure on your broken hand. You felt Masky being so close, his body bending over a little in order to place his hand over your painful one. Even though the pressure wasn't that much, the pain was still way too powerful.

Tears began to sting in your eyes as you tried to pull your hand away without causing any more pain and damage. He had you completely cornered in his grip, his mask dangerously close to the side of your face. To the still gushing bloody wound on your cheekbone.

"You know I can go on all day with this, sunshine." The pressure on your hand increased little by little and painful yelp came from your mouth. Your good hand immediately reached for the box and as soon as you had it tightly secured in your grip, pulling it towards you, Masky let go.

Your eyes scanned over the lock, 6 black stripes on the polished metal were seen. The 6 numbers. Your heart was felt in your head, but you didn't know whether it was from the pain or from the increasing nerves. You tried to swallow with your already too dry throat as your shaking finger touched one of the black stripes.

839006

Slowly and steadily you felt the stripe rolling underneath your finger, turning the only black space into a black space with a number on it.

0

You licked your lips while rolling down, your eyes and mind completely focused on the small vault. Wishing that it would indeed open with this code. The first number would be an 8. Something so simple proved to be so difficult while two killers were watching you.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

8

You expected to at least hear something. Some sort of click or anything else regarding that. Of course it would be extremely stupid to think that. No lock suddenly 'clicks' when one right digit has been entered. Otherwise they would've cracked the code a long time ago.

Your finger slowly moved over towards the next black stripe. You could almost feel Masky's breath in your neck. It was as if he was waiting, panting in your ear and ready to strike when you've finally opened the vault. You decided to concentrate on the box instead of your own doom thoughts.

1, 2...

3

While pursing your lips you had entered the second digit, your concentration still lingering on the box. The sweat was forming on your forehead and nearly dripping off. Was it you or is it just really hot in this room? You guessed the latter.

1, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8...

9.

Only 3 digits to go now, you were halfway there. This thought gave you the courage to quickly look up, eyes shifting from the box towards Hoodie. He just stood there like he always does, his arms crossed. His hood was traveling up, from the box towards you.

At that moment you decided to continue, before Masky would torture you again.

0

0

This was it. This was the last digit you had to enter. This would prove if your theory would be correct, this would seal not only your fate but also the fate of your friends. This would give you one free ticket towards a better life. You took a deep, ragged breath, afraid of that the outcome would be.

What if this wasn't the correct code?

You didn't have time to think about the possible consequences when you would fail. All that matters now is entering the last digit and face your fate. Clenching your painful jaws on each other your finger moved towards the last digit. Your hand felt extremely clammy and cold, yet you couldn't care for it.

Slowly you moved the black stripe downwards, praying to the god above that once, just for this once, you would have luck in this miserable life of yours. You felt Masky again moving closer to you, literally watching over your shoulder as the number appeared and was replaced by another.

You couldn't help but to quickly shoot your gaze towards Hoodie, still moving the digits. He was more focused on watching the vault and hadn't even realized you were watching. At least that was what you thought.

1, 2,3,4,5...

A loud gasp was heard as you turned one last time.

6.

...

'Click'

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Sorry guys for the later update. Freaking Quotev and editor keep hanging on me. I had updated it a day ago and somehow it didn't work. Hope it's fixed now!

As a compromise it's a longer chapter, so I hope you enjoyed!

Do not get your hopes up quickly. Not everything is as it seems, just keep that in mind.

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