Goreboy

You’d never would’ve guessed the butcher would’ve been the one to save you that night. All you wanted was to get home from the library- your late night studying for college had consumed you and now you were ready to go home and crash into your gaming chair to play your games.

But life had different plans for you. You and him both. “Help!- get off of me you creep!”

The yelling alerted you of a female, like you, in danger. You didn’t think twice about grabbing a heavy rock by the alleyway and slamming it into the old drunk bastard’s head that was attacking this girl. He dropped, yelling in frustration as the girl you saved just ran off-

Well a thank you would’ve been nice you thought as you turn in shock to watch her run without a though- touchee.

But you didn’t have a chance to react as you were slammed into the brick wall, skull crashing into it as the man strangled you.

“You’ll pay for that bitch- but I suppose it’s fine, you’re prettier any way. Bet your fucking tighter.” He growled, your body froze, terrified. He was a hundred pounds heavier. You had no where to go- and he wasn’t alone.

He had friends. You closed your eyes, praying for a savior. Police or someone. You worked too hard to go out like this- and you were too dizzy to fight anymore. Men. Hundred pounds heavier, circling you like predators- ready to sink their teeth in.

The taller one didn’t even have time to yell as a crowbar came smashing into his skull, the sickening crunch making your eyes pop open to see nothing but a blur of a man- no he was too crazy to be man. He was something worse you realized as you and the group of men yelled, watching their friend’s head get smashed in. He didn’t stop until his head was practically a mush or brain, blood, and skull chunks, before turning to the rest of the men. They tried fighting him- and in this moment you froze, eyes closing, knees collapsing on you as you curled into a fetal position, blood splashing everywhere. You were pathetic, couldn’t even run. Too scared. Petrified.

You didn’t even realize it was over. Trying desparetly to block the crunching and maniac laughter out of your head. You didn’t know how long you were there before a hand carresed your head, gently removing your hands off your ears.

Your eyes popped open, finding the face of the cruel killer who saved you- but at what cost? He smiled, tilting his head. There was so much blood- dripping off of him, running down his face. Into your hair as he pet your hair like you were some terrified bunny.

His hands cupped your face as he looked into your eyes before huffing like he was upset, “Poor little angel. You know you make things so difficult sometimes, always gettin yourself inn situations I have to save you from.”

You eyebrows furrowed in a dazed confused, head pounding. “What..? But I’ve never-”

He shushed you, large hands scooping you into his arms as you tried to fight- but you were so dizzy and confused.. You just wanted to sleep.

Your ‘savior’ never let you fall asleep as he walked through the alleyways with you in his arms. He wondered if you knew that you were whimpering and nuzzling into his shoulder. He talked mindlessly about how much he hated fucking rapists, and blah blah, you weren’t even sure at this point.

Ronin smirked as he laid you on top of his bed, he checked his phone. An hour had passed, you definitiely suffered from a small concussion, but your pupils were returning to normal. He finally shut up to let you fall asleep finally, knowing your traumatized brain needed to rest. The butcher started by taking his time to gently wipe the splattered blood off of you. You looked so much prettier with blood on you in his room. In his space. His perfect little lamb- his angel. His saint. His.

Ronin didn’t twice before removing your clothes, and dressing your fragile body in his clothes. A baggy old vintage band t shirt that fell to your thighs, and his boxer shorts to keep you covered. He prided himself on not being as big as a pervert as those creeps he took care of. He was better- and you were his. You just needed time to learn and adjust.

He tucked you in, smiling as he readied to take care of what was left of the bodies, petting your hair once more.

Your eyes opened slightly to cherry cola colored hair man standing above you, sleepily, he chuckled.

“Rest for now darlin‘, I promise you can scream and fight with me all you want tomorrow. But you’ll need the energy first, hun.” Ronin purred, staring with an obsessive glint in his as your eyes closed again, falling into a deep slumber.

You were finally trapped in his world, his hell. All his.

a/n: tysm for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed! :D