|Masky x reader| ~ Won't fail this time ~

Chapter 4 - Bruises

My head pounded with pain as I groaned, opening my eyes. Again. I was really getting tired of this shit at this point. "Get up." I heard a gruff voice say. I smelt cigarettes and rotting carcasses in the room so I scrunched my nose up. "I said, get the fuck up." I saw the masked man roughly grab my arm and pull me up onto my feet and I whimpered. My legs felt like jello. "You really don't remember anything?"

I shook my head and looked up at his intimidating form. He growled and let go of me, and I tried my best to stay on my feet. He turned around and I could tell he was really angry for some reason by how his shoulders heaved with his breath.

Eventually he calmed down, and turned around to face me with his arms crossed. "Why the hell did he erase your memory?" He grumbled to himself, and I looked at him with confusion and frustration. "C-Can.. You tell me what h-happened?" I said, my voice breaking from a mix of fear, confusion and physical pain. He looked at me in disbelief. "I can't believe he did it this way."

I felt anger boil up in me.

"Will you j-just tell me what the fuck happened? I woke up in the most scorching heat ever, got knocked out and put in a c-creepy ass building, and k-k-keep in mind this a-all including losing my g-goddamn memory, and then a r-random man that I-I guess I don't rem-remember is my only way a-at finding out w-what the f-f-fuck is happening. So t-tell me w-w-what happened. Please." I found it harder and harder to control my stuttering as I kept talking and I could tell it was irritating him, but what could I do? My whole body felt like it was on fire and I was scared.

"I don't know what the fuck happened, alright? All I know was my boss was supposed to kill you but instead he wiped your memory. I'm as much in the dark here as you are, Y/N."

"W-Well obviously you aren't that much in the dark as I am, asshole!" I yelled, and I could slowly feel my fear fading away. "You know my name, and you know who did this to me."

I glared at him as I tried my best to get through his thick skull. "I want an explanation. Right now." We drilled holes into each other, and I knew damn well that he could bench press my ass and snap me in half in half a second if he wanted to. But, he wasn't. And that's the only reason I have to know that he doesn't want to hurt me.

He grunted and nodded his head, and it seemed like he understood my situation. "Alright, I'll tell you. I can't promise I'll tell you everything, but I'll tell you enough so that you're not completely lost."

I nodded at him as he continued talking. "But first, let me fix you up, alright?" He said and he walked to me.

He wasn't particularly rough as he looked at my... wounds. But he wasn't gentle either. He had pulled my pants down, and I couldn't exactly complain as that's where most of my pain was, in my legs. And he needs to see my full legs in order to help me.

I stared and gasped at how messed up my legs were. There were bruises everywhere, along with cuts and scabs. I whimpered as he reached behind him to grab his bag that had his crowbar in it, and he pulled out a sort of medicinal ointment probably. I gritted my teeth as he opened the container and rubbed the chemicals on my bruises with cuts with a small rag. What confused me was how calm he was right now.

"You d-don't seem very phased at how fucked up I am right now." I said quietly, and I looked at him expecting an answer. He looked up at me with slight annoyance. "Honey, if you saw the shit I see everyday, you wouldn't twitch at a dead cat." He said gruffly, and I felt sadness well up in me at the thought of a dead kitty.

"What kinds of things do you see everyday?" I asked, looking at him with curiosity but fear for what he will tell me. He eventually got done with putting the stuff on my bruises and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Do you really wanna know?" He said, and I felt a rush of fear run through me at how dangerous he sounded.

I thought long and hard about if I wanted to know. He seemed really dangerous and angry, but at the same time kind of... sad? I couldn't tell. It was like he gave away all his emotions while also hiding himself from me in a way that made me want more.

"Yes."