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[67] Dennis || Split

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It wasn't like you to trust total strangers. Let alone sociopaths with a streak of mental illnesses. And multiple personalities. Let's not forget that. "Y/N, we have to get out of here," Claire hissed, watching the man that'd captured the three of you through a crack in the door. You didn't dare move from your bed, not wanting to piss off the guy any more than he must already be.

"I know." You mumbled. There was no way out of here, apart from the door. And it was bolted, so technically there was no way out. Unless we wanted to go through the man, but I assumed that wouldn't go too well, since he'd earlier picked up Marcia like she was a sack of potatoes. "Shit, he's coming!" Claire whisper yelled, backing away from the door. She and Marcia clung to one another as the bolt on our door was unlatched.

It swung open, revealing the man again. He could be mildly attractive, if he wasn't scowling 24/7. He scanned the room in silence, before his eyes settled on you. And they stayed there for a moment, lingering. You didn't try to glare back at him or stand your ground, you just stared at the floor, trying to keep the peace. If you played along, perhaps he wouldn't see the need to harm you. "You." He suddenly spoke, and you raised your eyes to see him still looking straight at you.

"Come with me." Marcia tried to grab your arm, but you stood, gently pulling your arm from her grip. You walked towards the man, well aware of his eyes still trained on you. He waited until you were standing in the other room before shutting the door behind you, leaving you trapped, away from Marcia and Claire. He must have been expected you to run, because he narrowed his eyes at you when you stayed where you were, waiting for his instruction.

"Are you not going to run?" He almost growled the words. Maybe the running was his favourite part. Was this some kind of sport for him? Kidnapping teenage girls and scaring them to death? "No." You whispered the word, clasping your hands together in front of you. He seemed pleasantly surprised, as he cleared his throat. "Good. Now, I need you to do something for me." The statement brought an unnatural chill to your bones.

Considering he was a middle-aged man and you were a teenager, the likelihood of the 'something' being a sexual favour was quite high. You finally raised your eyes from the ground, meeting his. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to freeze, as if taken aback by your eyes. Your father used to say you had the prettiest blue eyes. That was until he died, of course. Your Uncle never mentioned it since. The moment disappeared as soon as it had arrived, the harsh expression returning to his face.

"Take off your shirt. It's dirty." The disgust visible on his facial features gave everything away. He must be a clean-freak. Nevertheless, you did as he said, taking off your long sleeve shirt. If left you in your bra and jeans, but revealed all the scars on your waist and shoulders. "You... You're pure." He mumbled, eyes focused solely on the scars. He noticed when you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hide the scars. He stepped towards the nearby cupboard, muttering something under his breath.

He had retrieved a folded long sleeve button up shirt from the cupboard, extremely similar to the one he was currently wearing. He held it out to you, his harsh expression softened. You took it carefully, putting it on without hesitation. It was a little too big for you, but you couldn't care less about that right now. The man, who was looking into your eyes once again, was no longer scowling. And your earlier thoughts were correct. He was quite attractive when he wasn't angry.

"What's your name?" You whispered, realising he wasn't going to hurt you. The man seemed to hesitate, before giving in. "Dennis." You watched as he slowly reached up, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear. It was uncharacteristically gentle, and surprised you. "You won't be harmed when he comes. I can promise you that." You frowned at his words, having to pull up the sleeves of his shirt in order for them to remain at your wrists rather than covering your fingers. "What do you mean? What's coming?"

He shook his head, cupping your cheek with his hand. "I cannot tell you much more. Go and join the others." He stroked your cheek gently before letting you go, and moving to open the door. His harsh expression had returned, and he gestured for you to rejoin Marcia and Claire. You did as he said, giving him a longing look as he shut the door again. "Did he hurt you??" Marcia checked you over, her lip curling at the sight of his shirt. You couldn't even reply. You were too busy thinking about Dennis.