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The days felt like they blended together, you can't recall how long you've been down here. You started to miss your old, mundane life, and found yourself daydreaming about what would happen if you escaped. You were laying on the mattress, facing away from the window, eyes closed as you let your mind wander through the different things you could be doing right now if you weren't here. Watching TV, eating a nice meal that wasn't eggs and soda, about literally anything. As you lost yourself in these daydreams, you actually dozed off. It was late in the afternoon, the sun was just starting to set. A nap would do you some good anyways.
When you awoke, it wasn't dark. The lights were on in the room, which made you tense up slightly. Was Al coming? You turned over to check the window, to confirm what time you thought it was, when you saw him sitting against the wall, staring right at you. You gasped, sitting up quickly. You don't think you could ever get used to him invading what little personal space you had like this.
"Don't be scared," Al said. He was wearing only the mouth part of the mask.
"What are you doing?" You asked, voice a little quiet, but you were too nervous to do anything about it.
"Just...watching you. It doesn't matter," He sighed, standing up slowly. "I'm having company. I won't be down for a while," He explained, walking to the closed door.
Company? Does this mean...you have a chance at escaping?
As if hearing your thoughts, Al laughed. "He can't hear you down here, nobody can. Soundproofed the room myself."
"He?"
Al was in the middle of opening the door, but he hesitated at that. Shit. "Not important." He muttered, before going on the other side and shutting the door, and turning the lights off.
You sprang up off of the mattress, a new sense of hope filling your chest. Someone else was up there, and Al would be busy. You had a chance. You rushed to the wall with the window, you had broken the grate off a while ago, but Al hadn't seemed to notice, and if he did, he was certain there was no way you could reach the window to unlock it. Oh, but you did have a way.
You quickly walked to the bathroom, dragging behind you the giant rolled up rug, and placing it against the wall to the window. It was the perfect height, and all you had to do was climb. Easier said than done. You gripped the soft sides, trying to get a good holding as you basically scooted your way up, knees pressed against the sides, legs bent. It was hard, and you fell a couple of times, but you finally reached the edge of the small platform, and pulled yourself up further. One hand gripping the top of the rug for dear life, you reached the other and unlatched the window. It flopped down on the other side, opening for you. Your heart was racing. This was it.
You kicked the rug down as you pulled yourself through the window, barely managing to fit but you made it to the outside. You tried to hold your breath to calm yourself down, you weren't out of the woods yet. The window couldn't be closed from this side, so you had to leave it open. You looked around, seeing the houses down the street. It was completely night time now, the streetlamps giving off a yellow glow. Some porch lights were on, others were not. You turned to look back at the place you just escaped from, bushes concealing your position.
After a few heartbeats, you turned and ran. It was over, you were finally free. A part of you felt disappointed, you almost was starting to enjoy your time down there...with him. But your instincts were screaming at you to let it go. This freedom was shortlived, though, when you heard a shout behind you.
"Fucking bitch!"
You turned your head, and saw Al staring at you from the house. A second later, he started running too. You gasped and started running again, down the street, shouting as loud as you could, "The Grabber! Help!"
Of course, nobody helped.
You were panicking as he was catching up, and you took a detour into the nearby forest. Surely you could lose him in here, it was darker and more dense. If you stayed quiet, all would be well. You ducked under some branches, grass and leaves crunching under your feet. You were getting exhausted fast, not used to this kind of exercise as of late. Once you were sure he wasn't nearby, you ducked into a bush, the leaves and small branches scratching at your face and arms. You hissed under your breath, trying to keep as still as possible.
You don't know if he would give up, but this was all ypu could think of doing right now. You didn't hear any footsteps around you, all was quiet. You took slow, deep breaths to try to calm your beating heart. It was okay, everything was okay.
It was too quiet.
A second later, a hand reached into the bush you were in, and you screamed. Al's hand found its way to your hair, and he tugged hard, dragging you out. You twisted and writhed, but you couldn't escape now.
"You...fucking bitch!" He growled, still dragging you across the forest grounds by your hair. You were screaming and crying, the pain was unbearable.
"Please-!"
"Don't 'please' me, girl!" Al stopped walking and turned to face you, lifting you up by your hair, your head aching. He forced you to face him as he towered over you. You were just standing there limply as you stared back. He was only wearing the top part of his mask, the bottom half of his face revealed to you.
"You know, I almost let you go. It was too much for me, to keep you with me." He sounded almost genuinely sad. "But, you pull this on me? Not a fucking chance. I'm making you stay now."
He threw you down onto the ground, and you let out a pained grunt. You weakly tried to get up, but felt a foot kick into your stomach. You choked out a part sob, part scream, curing into yourself. He made sure you wouldn't try to run again.
"Make any more noise and I'll fucking slice you open," Al whispered, crouching to your level. You didn't look up at him, eyes closed as you started to shake with fear.
"Naughty girl."
His words shot through you, and before you could react in any way, he pushed your body onto its back. You opened your eyes then, seeing him get on top of you and straddle you. You feared the worst now. Was he going to kill you here? Dump your body nearby? You start to think about how poor a choice it was to take this route. You watch helplessly as Al pulls out a roll of duct tape, and places a piece over your mouth.
He stood up off of you and pulled you up. You felt weak, and didn't even try to fight back when he manhandled you and threw you over his shoulder. "You've caused me enough trouble already. I'm going to put you in your place."
You felt tears roll down your cheeks as he walked you back to the house.
It seemed like his company wasn't around when he brought you back to the basement, and you felt a little disappointed. Al walked down the stairs, muttering about how fucked up his day was, and once inside the room, he threw you down onto the mattress and you made what little noise you could at the sharp pain hitting your back. He was on top of you in an instant, tearing your clothes off. You didn't have the strength to fight back, nor did you think you ever could in this situation.
Once you were completely naked, he didn't slow down. He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head, and leaned down to your neck, his teeth latching on while the mask poked into your skin. You let out a noise from the back of your throat, what would've been a scream. He was in there deep, heavy breathing and growling at you. His leg was pressing between your legs, against your cunt roughly. All you could do was lay there and take it.
Al removed his teeth from your neck, and you felt the throbbing pain of the aftermath. "Look at that, I drew blood." He said, mock pity in his voice. "Such a pretty mark for you." He half-laughed, letting your hands go and moving both of his to your breasts, squeezing roughly. He kneaded at them and pinched your nipples, and not gently either. You felt the stinging pain rush through your body down, shutting your eyes. You've never experienced something like this, and you don't know if you wanted to ever again. Tears threatned to fall down your face.
Once Al decided he was done with your breasts, he ran his hands down your stomach, and to your cunt. He pulled back a little, and unbuckled his belt. Your heart dropped at the sound. You knew what was coming next. You were starting to regret ever running away from him.
Al seemed to have caught on to your expression, and he simply laughed while fisting out his cock. "Oh sweet girl. Naughty, sweet girl. You brought this on yourself. I'm only giving you what you deserve!" He exclaimed before getting into position. "Open your eyes."
You didn't want to. Your mouth was wet against the duct tape, and you squeezed your eyes shut harder. Al didn't like that. "You bitch, I said open your eyes!" He growled deep from his chest, before raising a hand and slapping your face. Your eyes opened wide in shock, and in that moment, he shoved himself inside of you.
If it wasn't for the duct tape, you were sure your scream would've been heard from outside no matter how soundproofed the room actually was. You were a little wet, but that was only from the body's natural response to the situation. Otherwise, you were as dry as can be. It hurt. It really fucking hurt. Al wasn't small, either. You could feel him deep inside of you, filling you completely. The tears started to fall as he drove himself into you, no remorse for how you were feeling at all. With every thrust, he grunted, his hands back on your breasts, tugging and slapping them.
"Oh don't cry! This is what you get!" He groaned, never slowing down and never stopping. You felt yourself shaking, fear and mild arousal coursing through your body. Your hands weakly moved to push his off your chest, but Al didn't like that.
"You don't have a say in this," he said, gripping your cheeks tightly. More tears fell down your face, your cries muffled. He stared right into your eyes, and you had no choice but to stare back.
After what felt like hours, Al finally pulled out. Everything was hazy, your body numb and throbbing. You had tried to block out most of what happened to you. In your vague moment of conciousness, you felt his cum seep out of you, and it wasn't a little bit. He used your body over and over until you couldn't respond anymore. He was already putting himself away, staring down at you.
"I hope you learned your lesson." His words rang through your ears, as you slipped into unconsciousness.