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Hi! You can call me by my preferred name, Alice. I like creepypasta, the last of us (well any zombie media), horror movies, and art.

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-warnings! 18+ { Femreader ,kidnapping, blood, guns, hair pulling, implied stalking, creepy woods oooo}

(Inspired by the Lana song...obsessed with it right now. I just wanted to write something creepy :3)

✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ summary: When you found yourself lost in the woods, you stumble and come across a man pointing a rifle right at you. Confused and scared, you decide to try to run. Obviously, to no avail. Now you were never going home...

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You were in a hurry. Trying to find your way out of the maze that the woods trapped you in.

You were only at the creek for an hour till the sun set, quickly. Now it was harder to see. The moon is barely emitting enough light. And your stupid phone was dead.

Sighing, you slowed down, trying to catch your breath and looking around for a single clue of where you were. Maybe a tree that looked familiar? Or a sign?

Instead, your shaky eyes landed on a white bone colored mask, right on a bush. You froze like a deer in headlights. Your breath hitched in your throat.

At first, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. A creepy charade your mind made up to spook you. But it didn't move. It stayed there right where someone had placed it.

You swallowed. Trying to quietly walk away from the disturbing item that belonged to someone. Maybe someone forgot it. Maybe it was there all day.

But the sound of a gun being shot startled you. The sudden crack of the gunshot tore through the woods. It was so loud that your ears rung.

Birds flew out of nearby trees, and other critters ran through the echo.

You ran as well.

The branches crawled at your arm, leaves crunching louder than the crickets. Your lungs burned, though the thought of being shot kept you moving.

With a frantic heart and ringing ears, you tried to think of any explanation.

Hunters.

It had to be the answer. Right?

The thought of being on someone's hunting grounds made you sick. Out of breath, you hunched beside a tree. Praying that you can make it out of here.

Crack!

Another gunshot shattered through the woods. The sound came from your right. This time closer. Too close.

Some bark above you splintered and rained down on you. Your blood ran cold.

They weren't hunting deer. They were hunting you.

Clamping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your chest heaved as you silently sobbed.

The woods sounded oddly silent. Like the woods came into a hush.

The only audible sound was the deliberate footsteps that were getting closer.

Each step was slow. Unhurried. Like they knew you wouldn't get far.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to calm your breathing. Trying to not cry loudly.

Your heart pounded so violently, you were positive they could hear it too.

Finally gathering some courage, you looked around the tree you were hiding behind. Your eyes landed first on the rifle. Which was pointed directly at you.

You didn't leave time for any thinking or action. You scurried to get up and start running.

You ran blindly into the trees. Stumbling over fallen logs. And constantly checking behind you. Only to see him hot on your trail.

This time, he wasn't holding the rifle. Just him.

Panic surged through you, and you screamed loudly for help. Hoping someone or anyone would hear you.

"HELP. SOMEONE HELP!"

But the forest just echoed your own cries back to you.

You darted between two trees. Your foot hitting a slick patch of mud.

The mud gave way, and you tumbled down a small hill. Cold mud splashed around your hands and clothes. The impact knocked the breath out of you.

Your panic worsened as you scrambled to get up. "No..NO!"

Your hands and knees slipped. Mud caked under your nails. The mud was thick, almost like clay. Every attempt to get up was to no avail.

Behind you, the footsteps slowed, and you heard a laugh.

You finally managed to stand halfway up when he slams you back down. The air knocked out of you.

You felt a rough hand grab your muddy hair. Tilting your head to look at him. You winced at the pain, but managed to see him smiling at you.

The man above you was rugged, large, and determined. His thick eyebrows were furrowed as he scanned over your face. You could also hear him try to catch his breath. His breathing is hoarse and louder than yours.

"Fuck..." He muttered as his other gloved hand rubbed your face. "You got mud all over your face. Filthy."

Closing your eyes at his touch, you tried to move your head away from him. Trying to ignore his heavy voice.

"Why?" You managed to wince out. Scared of the answer. Wishing it wasn't death.

He chuckled and pulled your head closer to him. "I saw you last time you were here (Y/n). You left before I could get close to you."

How? He knew your name? He knew how infrequently you came to this specific spot. A serene peace of quiet you enjoyed. Now you know you weren't alone. You were always being watched. It sent a cold chill down your spine.

"I came prepared this time. Wasn't going to let you get away." He scoffed at your terrified expression. Not amused that you weren't even looking at him when you were so close to his face. But you could smell him.

Cigarettes, wood, and gunpowder. A gross reminder of how he came prepared. Like he came to hunt.

He dropped his grip on your hair, leaving you to smack your face back into the cold mud. Before you could try and get back up, you could feel his boot on your back. Keeping you pinned.

Moving your head to look up at him. You watched with tearful eyes as he searched in his tan jacket's pocket. Your already uneven heartbeat increases at the sight of a rope.

"No! Please don't! Why?" You cried. He only smiled, watching you as he untangled the rope. Like he knew this would only unfurl you further.

It happened quickly. Rough hands moving to tie your hands together. Strained behind your back. Not giving up so easily, you tried to move against him.

He lifted you easily. Making you stand back on your own feet. You struggled for a second to regain your balance. Your body is still aching, and dried blood and mud caked your knees. Though you were pulled along to follow him.

Occasionally, his head would turn back to you. Like he was checking that this truly happened. That you were actually near him. So close. That you were finally his.

He wouldn't admit it, but he thought you were going to be louder. More resilient. Insubordinate. Glad you weren't. More blood would have been shed.

The moon was bright. It lit the path you just tore through. Broken bark, trampled bushes, and rushed footprints. Proof of how hard you tried.