[𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃] Welcome to my personal favorite fandom book, "Horror Movie Slashers" in which we indulge in One-Shots and Headcanons written about our favorite men and women of horror!
This may also include characters that are...
Author's Note: Here. It. Is. I caved, and I wrote it. I've written a lot of things over the years on Wattpad. Nothing I have written has ever gotten the response I received for Leather and Chains. For months, I swear, I'd get a message or a comment or a post on my message board every single week begging for a Part 2. Well, now it's here.
I hope you all enjoy it.
Warnings/notes: Gender Neutral Reader, The Female Cenobite is referred to as DP because she has no name, Stalking, Sexual themes (no smut, sorry guys), canon typical violence, the reader owns a gun, implied kidnapping attempt, literally all of the cenobites are out of character and domestic and I like it that way so shush.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
I twirled my pencil between my fingers as I stared down at a blank sheet of paper. My professor was in the middle of a lecture about god knows what. I couldn't focus even if I tried. His voice sounded like a muffled mess as my brain filtered out his speech about Shakespeare...or was it Anne Rice? God, who knows?
All I could focus on was the fact that I was being watched. It wasn't obvious at first until I pretended to drop my pen, to be sure. Jackson was watching me from behind.
I didn't even know he was in my literature class. I thought he was only in my Advanced Journalism class. How did I not notice?
It had been 2 weeks since DP told me the name of my stalker and over the course of that time, Jackson had become more persistent. At first, I thought I might just be overreacting. I tried to think the best of my classmate. I thought maybe he was just very bold with flirting and maybe he isn't really stalking me. But now I was sure that Jackson didn't know the difference between flirting and stalking.
He followed me everywhere. Everywhere I would go, he'd be there, lurking from a distance. Luckily, he didn't know where I lived.
As class drew to an end, I quickly packed up my belongings, shoving them into my backpack. I rushed out of the classroom once we were dismissed. I could hear Jackson call my name, but I continued to walk out of the campus, pretending to not hear him. I didn't plan on making any extra stops on the way home. I just wanted to get away from school as quickly as possible.
