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PAIRING : the grabber x gn! reader
SUMMARY : the grabber strikes again, but unbeknownst to him, his newest victim is more of a fighter then he thought, unfortunately, the reader underestimates their ability to outrun a kidnapper.
WARNINGS : themes of kidnapping, suggestive tones, featuring his man tiddies, unedited.
AUTHOR NOTES : i have to be honest, iβm not proud of this piece at all </3 i just donβt think itβs that good, and it ends very abruptly. iβll figure out how to write him better with practice, hopefully! tysm for the request @dippindaz !! very unedited, please be kind.
in hindsight, you should have recognized that something was very off when you walked out your front door that evening.
the first sign was your car enginesβ pitiful sputtering as it failed to rumble to life. you sat back in the driverβs seat, brows furrowing. you knew your car was old, but the recent check in the local auto - shop proved that she still ran as she was supposed to, engine strong. you leaned forwards, grabbing the key and giving it one more try, listening to the car as it once more attempted to start, but once more failed to do so. fumbling to get out of your car and look under the hood, you searched, but not being particularly savvy when it comes to vehicles, you reluctantly shut the engine and left the driveway on foot. you supposed youβd just have to walk to the store and back β thankfully only needing to restock a few groceries.
the second was the sight of a matte black van, parked across the street from the small market store. green to blue ombrΓ© writing scrawled along the side, yet the windows were darkened, making it difficult to tell whether or not someone was inside or not. regardless, you took small note of the unfamiliar van before you carried on with your late evening shopping, finding the foods you had needed and quickly getting in and getting out. it was late dusk when you exited the storeβs comforting bright light, the last bit of sunlight illuminating your walk home.
the third was your last sign, a sign so glaringly obvious that even an idiot would have seen it a mile away. something that you saw as sure as daylight, and yet you fell for it all the same. you were only a couple of blocks away from your home, holding your brown paper bag on your side, propping it a tad on your hip as you walked. glancing around at the familiar street you lived on, one thing stood out. the matte black van with itβs scrawling green to blue ombrΓ© text on the sides. you walked further, trying to ignore the unfamiliar van, when your eyes caught something new. near the back doors, a sharp dressed man stood, two similar brown bags clutched in his hands, attempting to open the back. he seemed frustrated, yet kept trying. that was your third sign. it didnβt cross your mind then, but it sure did eventually : why didnβt he just put the bags down?
head throbbing, you grunted miserably, hand reaching up to press to your forehead, trying to subdue the muted pain. you were propped up again the cold, hard wall, sitting on an old mattress far too small for you, as if it was for children and not for adults. you had sat in this dank, dusty room for how long you were unsure of, not knowing how long you were out cold. could be hours, possibly a day or two. you only remember that man in snippets of you thought hard enough. you remembered his firm grip on your shoulders, the lock he got you in by him wrapping his arm around your neck just under your head, quickly drugging or sedating you. you remembered the feeling of your body curled into his chest as he carried your limp body down a flight of stairs, the disgustingly comforting smell of his cologne and the feel of the fabric of his black polo shirt. and you remembered how gentle he had been settling you down on the mattress, hearing his voice mutter some faint words out before he stood back up from crouching.
a click resonated through the room, dimly lit by the eveningβs last rays of sunlight that streamed through a window too high up and barred. your eyes snapped to the large door as it painfully freaked open, a dark silhouette entering the room. you steeled your nerves, anxiety and fear ripping through you and yet you glared the most fierce glare you could manage as the man walked further into the room. he came closer until he stood right before the mattress, your body pressed as far back into the wall as you could possibly imagine. βwell hello.β his voice was bright and friendly, eyes bright behind the devilish and dirty mask he wore over his face. you remained silent, but that didnβt seem to deter him. only irritate him ever so slightly.
βis your head okay? took a pretty nasty fall trying to get away.β his voice smiled, hand reaching out to caress your head. you pulled away, face stony as you retorted, βiβm fine.β with a snap. his hand stuttered, but retracted back to resting on his knees. you both stared at each other, silently observing. his gaze was sharp, narrowed, and from under his mask you could see how his jaw clenched. βwhat?β you snapped at him, trying your best to hide your unease. the air was tense, electrifying as he stayed where he was, stilled.
βwhy are you?-β he grabbed your wrist tightly, and despite the smiling mask he wore, you could tell how dangerously irritated he was. βbe nice.β his voice was low, warning, his grip on your wrist slowly loosening. βi know youβre scared and you wanna go home.β he murmured, hand moving up your arm, sending chills running down your skin. βand iβll take you home.β he paused, fingers moving to gently hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger. you held your breath, the feel of his warm fingers on your skin enticing in the most wrong way. βbut.. i gotta be upstairs.β he seemed almost reluctant to leave, but he pulled his hand away, eyes trained on you like you were his prey, his possession. βwhy?β you immediately asked, desperate to get as much information as you could possible. he shushed you, chiding, βnevermind why. iβll be back later.β he moved to pull away, but you moved forward after him.
the grabber turned, catching your wrists in both of his own hands, making you freeze. you were still kneeling on the small mattress, him crouched in front of you. until he stood up to his full height, hands still gripping your wrists tightly. he looked down at you, fear flooding your stomach. but your mind slowly clicked into place as soon as you heard his almost wistful sigh as he observed you, eyes racking over your form from where you kneeled in front of him. a sickening feeling rose as your mind shifted into the gutter alongside his own. βwell, would you look at that..β he hummed suggestively in that soft voice of his, your eyes widening. βlet go!β you yelped, wrenching your hands from his bruising hold. he let you fall back, turning on his heel, door creaking to a close behind his leaving figure.
weeks have passed since that first encounter in your prison in what you figured was his basement. he had visited you many a time since, mainly to bring you food and drinks. this time, as he left, your hearing pricked at an unknown sound. you heard his leaving footsteps as he made his way up the stairs β yet you had never been able to hear that before. with a glance over, away from the same old scrambled eggs and bottle of water, you found the door had not been latched. putting the bottle down as quietly as you could, you snuck over towards the door, wrapping your hand around the latch like you had done many times before, checking with a dying hope that it would be what you were expected. you steeled your breath, and with a silent heave the door pulled open a few inches. eyes wide with hope, you pulled it wider, mind running away with the overwhelming joy at your newest hope. you finally had a chance to escape.
you soon found yourself creeping up the stairs, peering out from behind the door that remained wide open at the top. seeing no one in sight, you moved in to the fairly simple house space, noticing no one else around, until you moved out of the kitchen and into the living room. the first thing you noticed was the front door and itβs lock. however the second thing was less welcoming. you turned, and with horror quietly covered your mouth with your hands as you looked to the couches, finding his figure laying on his back, fast asleep, a frowning mask still on his face. his partially bare chest rose and fell with his breathing, one of his arms used as an arm rest under his head while the other resting over his stomach. the sight enough to make you pause.
before now, you had never been able to leave that basement for what felt like weeks, and neither have you seen him in any other context. seeing him now, asleep and vulnerable in the comfort and safety of his own home had you erupting in a mix of longing and raging, fear - fueled hatred. on one hand, this man was horrifically disturbed, stealing you away from your life, and who knows how many otherβs heβs stolen and kept trapped? yet, as you stated down at him, observing the way his broad chest rose and fell, his large hand that laid comfortably over his stomach, how his feet hung over the edge of the couch due to his height, and how his copper hair splayed out against the couch and tickled at his jaw β it confused you on why your mind flashed with thoughts of running your hands over his chest, or thinking about his large hands gripping your skin.
you shook the thoughts away, huffing silently before turning to the padlock on the door, regaining your hatred and desperation to leave. you pulled at the lock as quietly as you could, finding yourself unable to open the door. you had no idea what the stupid number combination was. and yet, you werenβt done yet, no, far from it. creeping your way into the kitchen, looking and rummaging as quietly as you could through doors until you found a hammer in what seemed to be a miscellaneous mess drawer. grabbing the tool, you tested its weight in your hand, before deciding this would do. you crept your way back to the door, heart pounding. you knew he would wake up, there was absolutely no doubt about it. you needed to do this in one strike, and make your run for it.
you aimed your hammer, lining up the shot. you glanced back at the couch, assuring that he was still sound asleep.
the head of the hammer struck metal, the lock breaking off β old and rusty it seems β clanging to the ground. you kept ahold of the hammer, unable to hear if he woke up over your terrified breathing and pounding heart beat. you ripped the door open, and rushed out the door into the cold night air. the chill nipped at any skin left bare, the cold air feeling like a fresh slap to the face, a drink of cold water as though you havenβt tasted water in years.
your feet carried you as fast as your weak legs could manage, having been what felt like months stuck in that dark and dank basement. your feet ached, barefoot as you ran down the cracked and rough sidewalks on the streets you once loved and cherished. and yet, you spared a glance over your shoulder, and your blood ran cold.
bare - chested, the grabber sprinted after you, frowning mask slightly askew on his face due to having to rush out of the house after you. his striped cardigan whipped against his broad chest, threatening to fall off his shoulders and be lost to the night. that split second glance behind you was burned into your head, your chest squeezing painfully and a scream bubbling up in your throat, tears burning in your eyes. the sight of the muscular man running bare chested behind you, danger laced in his eyes which moonlight reflected in, it was absolutely terrifying. βno!β you choked out, voice cracking. you felt the scream in your chest rose, but before you could open your mouth, large hands shoved you to the side, landing in a hard face full of grass.
a strong pair of hands grabbed you by your hips, pulling you back and into his chest, both of you now sitting in some unknown neighborβs lawn.
the air grew tense, and startlingly quiet. a gentle breeze blew by in the cool night air, contrasting the fear that made your body go rigid. you felt the heaving of his chest that was pressed flush against your back, clearly out of breath after having woken up and immediately sprinting after you. one arm was wrapped around your neck, not choking, but holding firmly in place with his bicep. you could feel his arms flex, tensed, not daring to loosen his grip in the slightest and risk you getting the jump on him once again. the other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you both down and pressing you back against him. you sat, pinned against him between his legs, and could feel the huffs of his hot breath that fanned down against your head.
from down the street, a light could be seen glowing from one window of the house. seeing your chance, you let the scream that had been building up rip from your throat, βHELP ME!-β his hand that was gripping your hip shot up, covering your mouth while his legs came up to pin your legs down. βquiet!β he growled, silently huffing curses into your ear as you both watched with bated breaths as the porch light from that one house turned on.
the front of his mask bumped against your cheek as he leaned down, glowering as he whispered huskily into your ear. βmake one sound and iβll gut you like a pig.β the light flicked off after a couple beats of silence, and he quickly lifted you up and over his shoulder, carrying you back to the dreaded house in silence. in hindsight, you wish you wouldβve seen the warning signs that fateful evening.
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