𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝘧𝘪𝘹-𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘶

Fourteen (2/2)

THIS CONTENT IS RATED 13+, AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES.

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Finneys eyes slowly fluttered open, with a bitter taste on his tongue. He gagged, sitting up to see where he was. But that was when he remembered. He was back in the basement. And he was the first kidnapped.
He had put the boys before him at all times that he had forgotten that he wasn't safe either.

"Finally, you're up." The grabber walked up to Finney, but he wasn't scared.

'I will kill you once more then.'

"You're so pretty.." the grabber reached for finney's hair, just to be smacked away.
"And feisty." The grabber added.

Finney almost puked then and there.
"What's your name?" He asked, and Finney stayed quiet.

After two seconds the grabber got tired of Finney. "I asked you a question."
Finney still didn't answer.

"Why aren't you scared?" The grabber asked, as Finney rolled his eyes.

"Why would I be?" Finney chose his words wisely, trying not to aggravate him.

"I don't know... do you want a soda? Everyone likes soda. I'm gonna get you a soda."
The grabber walked the the stairs before stopping to turn to Finn.

"Nothing bad is going to happen down here.
You are special, boy. I won't do anything that you won't... like." And with that, the grabber walked up the stairs and locked the door behind him. Finney stepped off the mattress, and immediately got to work, assuming the grabber won't be long.
Finney grabbed the loose wire that billy told him about, pulling out of the chipped away paint. He swung it over to the window, looping it around the grid that was blocking the window. He had practice from when he was in the basement before, so he had an advantage.
After two or three tries, the wire had successfully wrapped around the grid, and Finney pulled himself up, and pulled the grid off. He fell to the ground, groaning.

'Should've guessed that was gonna happen.'

He walked over to the bathroom, hiding the grid behind the toilet, before walking back to the mattress. Finney waited for the grabber to come back, staring at the phone.

No one would call, since no one's dead anymore. But yet, the cord of the black phone swung back and forth. Taunting him.

"I'm back, little boy~.." he didn't hear Albert come back, so he jumped, turning around to face the ugly man.

(No hate to Ethan hawke‼️‼️)

Finney walked up to the grabber, stealing the soda out of his hand.
Albert was taken aback, and stood there, confused when Finney chugged down the soda. "We'll, aren't you gonna ask if it's drugged or something?" He asked, and Finney finished the soda.

"Why would you drug it? I'm already down here, aren't I?" Finney said, and the grabber sighed.

"You're a smart boy." Was all he said, before he walked back up.

"Where are you going, Albert?" Finney had decided to freak him out, and it worked.

"How do you know my name...?" The grabber turned around.

"Soon, everyone will." Finney answered.

"That was just a lucky guess." The grabber answered, thinking the boy could never be able to know him.

"If you say so, Albert Shaw."

The grabber gasped.
"How do you know my name?!"

"I don't know."

"We'll don't call me that." The grabber turned back around.

"We'll then what am I supposed to call you? The grabber?" Finney smirked.

"Don't call me that either. That was not me.
I didn't kidnap you, That was someone else.
I would never hurt you." Albert said, before opening the door and closing it.
He didn't lock it this time.

Finney sighed, sitting back down.

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"Where's Finney?" Asked Vance, as him and robin walked through Bruce's door.

"I thought he was with you guys?" Bruce asked worriedly. Robin and Vance both looked at each other.

"Was he at your house earlier?" Asked Vance to robin.

"No." Robin answered.

"Well where could he be?" Asked Bruce, panicking again.

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Idk

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