"S-Slender...man." Her voice called weakly, barely conscious as she called out to whoever would listen. The pain was there and throbbing. She needed help as she had awakened in a state of panic.

Her head slowly spins as her vision begins to clear up. A dark silhouette at the end of the bed, the answer to her calling before she closed her eyes once more, already starting to cry once more. She had hoped this was a bad dream, her trauma catching up to her in the form of hallucinations and hysteria.

"I'm right here." The monster's deep voice soothes. "You were attacked—"

"You had them attack me! Is this your punishment?! Have people attack me so I can pray that you'll come and save me?! Cause it worked!" (Y/n) cries, her voice rough from lack of hydration. Slender would have frowned if his mouth was ripped.

"No, my dear. I did not have those people attack you. They were supposed to scare you toward the mansion at most. Jeffery is being punished for his actions and Antonia and Richard will be killed with their next batch of prey." Slender corrects, approaching her slowly and sitting beside her on the bed, watching the tears slowly roll down her face.

"I hate you." She sobs softly, turning her head away as a tendril caressed her cheek.

"You don't have to like me. No matter what, you are mine."

(Y/n) awoke next on the bed beside the creature. Glancing at the clock on the table it was 2:39 am, and judging by the smoke still rising from the lit candle, the creature had joined her recently. Unless he was stupid enough to leave a candle lit.

"You were correct the first time." Her body tenses as the creature's arms move around her waist. Inhaling deeply, she closes her eyes, wanting this to be nothing more than a bad dream. A part of her wanted to say something, anything, but she was terrified, not wanting to upset the creature anymore than she has. "Ask what you will. I am not tired enough to sleep yet."

"What were you doing over there?" She asks, the first (less temperamental) question she could think of.

"Finances, reports, filing. Any paperwork needing finished." Slender answers, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck.

"Why do you do that?" She asks, turning to face him, only to find that he refused to remove his face from the crook of her neck.

"I own a large mansion that holds many tenets, I keep track of the neighboring towns, hotels, and resorts to make sure the population is never too low, and I keep track of how much publicity goes out about what truly happens here." Slender states firmly, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Is it going to scar?" (Y/n) asks, remembering her injury.

"Most definitely."

"Am I still being punished?"

"No."

"Why are you so cold?" She asks, shivering as he adjusts himself against her once more. The question earning a chuckle.

"I'm a very old being: my blood is not for oxidation or warmth. It's made to help take the life from others and keep me active." He replied, tracing a finger down her spine, enjoying the tension in her body.

(Y/n) felt her heart begin to race, both not wanting to ask anymore questions and not wanting anymore physical contact with him. She thinks of what to say next as she squirms slightly in his grasp.

"Why do you kill people?" Something cold and slightly sharp poked her back, making her press up against him.

"There are many answers to that question, my dear, but I will make it simple." Slender states with a low purr. "Sometimes, I need to eat, but I can't stay sane on regular human food. My food is human. If I didn't rely on your flesh, then their deaths are for my tenets, my brothers, and my own protection."

"Th-then why my school field trip, why Mr. Edwards, why Molly? ...why me?" She rattles off, small tears in her eyes.

"The sacrificial offerings are complicated, but everyone else? Mr. Edwards wanted to take you from me and your friend Molly was helpless anyway. I figured giving her a quick, painless death wouldn't be too horrible considering you still thought of the thing as a friend." Slender explains. "As for you, you already know that answer."

"I smell good. Anyone can put on perfume." She scoffs, then squeaking as the thing poked her once more.

"Not exactly. Your essence is intoxicating and no other human I've met in my thousands of years of existence has held such riveting scent." Slender purrs, his cold hands slipping beneath her shirt, causing her to shiver. "It makes me wonder what you are. Or even, what you were."

"What? What is that supposed to mean?!" She cries, arching her back once more.

"We'll find out in due time."

(Y/n) felt drained when she woke. Her body hurt, primarily at her leg and thigh. If this was a one night stand, that would be one thing, but this was captivity. She didn't know how to react, considering she'd never been kidnapped before. Abused, yes, but even if this was just an abusive partner she wouldn't know how to react.

Sitting up on the bed, she found the room to be empty, but she knew better than to run. Examining herself for any restraints, she found none and carefully rose up from the bed. She winced at the sudden shot of pain, but she refused to fall.

Limping her way to the bathroom (she almost went into the closet the first time), she eventually slid down onto her butt, tracing the stitched injury and breathing in and out, carefully. Closing the door quietly, she locked it, just as a precaution. If not for the man who took her, the man who had attacked her.

Resting her head against the wall, she felt her exhaustion return. She pondered what the future entailed, what life would be like from then on. Reminiscing on all the dreams that will forever stay dreams, unless the monster took those away as well.

Thinking positive was difficult as well: 'what benefits were there?' She ponders. 'No more legal injustices... no more Will—'

Her memory fills with a void... then blood, terror, her hands repeatedly stabbing.

"Oh gosh no...!" She tears up, not wanting to accept having killed someone. A blind rage of fear. Flight, fight or freeze. She'd tried all three, ending with fight that turned its ugly cheek to death.

How could she have so easily forgotten of his death? Did his absence just feel that good? Did she really just turn a blind eye?

"Shit..." she mutters, her panic causing her to reopen her wound. The blood traveling about her thigh, slowly. Carefully pulling herself up, she wondered what to do to not bring attention to herself. She knew she'd probably pissed the beast off enough last night.

Grimacing, she finds a cloth and wets it with water. Leaning against the counter, she dabs at the wound, wincing slightly: though it didn't feel as bad as before.

(Y/n) ponders what to do. She wanted to lay back down and pretend this was a dream, but she didn't want to bloody the sheets and piss off the creature even more. She also wanted to leave, but that was most definitely out of the question. (Y/n) knew that if she walked out the door a bunch of serial killers awaited her.

"My dear, please come out of the bathroom." Slender's voice rang in her head.

"I'm bleeding." She replies, closing her eye and keeping to towel on her thigh. As soon as she felt his presence in the room, she squeezed her eyes shut tighter.

"I see." He mutters, then effortlessly picks her up and sets her on the counter. He then unlocks the door and in came a man with charcoal black hair and a white coat. "This is Dr. Smiley. He will treat your wound. Behave."

'Behave...' the word sat ominously in her mind, even after the creature had left. The doctor worked almost silently as he redid the stitching. It hurt, but he had also given her some sort of drug that made her space off every now and then.

She had barely noticed when the creature had momentarily returned. Her mind three worlds away without any knowledge of what the two men were discussing. She had just momentarily come back into focus to watch the creature leave.

Her focus slowly returning, she finally took into account what she was wearing. No longer in her pajamas, but one of the creature's shirts that stopped right above her knees. However, it was pushed up her thigh, at the moment, black underwear annoying the man retreating her wound.

"Prick..." the man had muttered after the creature left. The doctor was soon finished and rose to his feet to clean the wound. Releasing a small hiss as the alcohol touched the wound, the man spared her a glance before looking back down. "Welcome back to the real world. I'm almost done here."

"Are you a real doctor?" She questions, voice rough from dehydration. The man doesn't look up, just applies an unnecessary amount of pressure, making her shout out in pain.

"I was." He hissed, grabbing his stuff and leaving. (Y/n) was left alone once more, and as her brain caught up with her senses: she looked around the room once more.

It was a large space, seeing as it was the tall creatures bathroom. The shower head was about 5 feet over the average height and the bath was huge. It seemed more like a hot tub than a bathtub. But clearly changes were made where they were needed.

The only thing at a pretty normal size was the counter she was on. Maybe it just wasn't necessary to give height, but it made her ponder anyway.

"(Y/n)." His voice demanded her attention. It took her a moment, but she turned and looked up at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired... in pain... stupid." She responds quietly, breaking contact with him.

"Your teachers would disagree, but I cannot fault you for believing so." He states before picking the woman up once more.

"I can walk!" She cries, not finding any enjoyment in contact with the creature.

"No you can't." He replied, walking back out of the room, sitting down at the desk with her in his lap. "I am tempted to give you a tour of the mansion, but you would most likely try to escape as soon as you can."

"So what are you planning on doing with me?" (Y/n) asks quietly, tensed up in his grasp. Slender leans back on the chair, causing her to lean back against him. "What am I? A doll?"

"If that's what you want to be." He hums, running his fingers through her hair. "I have marked you as a proxy. If you'd prefer that position, I will be happy to teach you the roll. If not... there are other options."

She felt her heart beat quicken and her chest tighten. If it wasn't for the fact he had leaned back, she would've gotten off of him by now. It felt so strange to sit in his lap; she didn't know if she should feel like a dog, but even then they had the choice to get off: she didn't.

"And what are the other options?" She asks, feeling a finger trace the side of her neck. He hummed at the question in thought.

"Well... you could be my little doll for the rest of your stay, since you're so adamant about it, or you could become a maid, or a caretaker." He answers, taking her small wrist into his larger hand.

"What would I do as a proxy?" She asks, not liking the sound of becoming a maid.

"Well, I'd have to train you. You may have to hurt someone, but for the most part you'll follow my every demand. No matter the discomfort it brings you." He purred into her ear. Her chest tightened once more. The maid or caretaker option was starting to not sound so bad.

"I'd rather be your doll than hurt someone." She scoffs, not thinking about what she said, just trying to snip back at him. The creature chuckles.

"I don't think you want that, my dear. I'm giving you the option for some sort of freedom. Don't make me take it away." He growled, a tendril wrapping around her ankles. She was moved back to the bed before he sat down once more. "Rest while you think about your options."

It's probably been a week and nothing has changed. (Y/n) had been manhandled, stripped down to nothing, cleaned, and changed almost daily. Some nights it was hard to sleep, others she'd fall unconscious on contact.

Yesterday was her first tour of the mansion. With her leg still healing, it was hard to walk on her own. She had been given crutches to use when he wasn't around. He told her that she could stick to the upstairs until she'd become comfortable going up and down the stairs.

"(Y/n)." His voice demanded, making her look over to him quickly. "Me and my brothers are going out. You will meet them when we return. If you need help, ask Masky or Hoodie. Do not be afraid to shout. If anyone violates you, let me know and do not leave this room until I return."

"Yes sir."

"Slender." He growls before patting her head and teleporting away. Letting out a sigh, she lays back down: wanting nothing more than to let those cool sheets steal her away to her world of dreams.

She lied there for two minutes, though frankly, it felt like an hour. If she could sit there and do nothing all day, she would, but she didn't work like that.

Up on her feet, she went off to the bookshelf. It seemed to be the only place she could find her sanity in. The books in his collection were large with small text, written in Latin. Of course, she had found regular books, but this one caught her attention and took up her spare time.

(Y/n) had found an empty notebook in a drawer and spent all the time she had trying to translate the book. This seemed to be the only comfort she received anymore. Racking her brain for the Latin she learned.

"Yeah, top student my ass..." (Y/n) mutters, finding herself stuck. Sighing, she put the book away and tucked the notebook back beneath the mattress.

While headed back to bed, she heard a knock on the door. (Y/n) paused, wondering if Dr. Smiley said anything about visiting her today. She tried to think, thinking back to when Slender told her not to answer the door unless it was Smiley.

"Shit..." she mutters before limping to the door and opening it. She opened it just a crack, only to see a little girl. She looked almost normal besides her glowing green eyes.

Immediately, the girl looked her directly in the eyes and smiled widely, pushing open the door making (Y/n) step back. She felt uncertain watching the child glance about the mostly empty room. She watched as the child frowned, almost in a pout before she looked (Y/n) I'm the eyes.

"Where's daddy?" The child asks, waiting patiently for an answer. A strike of disgust shot through the woman's chest, the worst case scenario coming to her mind.

"Daddy? Who's daddy?" She asks, a clear tone of disbelief in her voice.

"Slenderman! Did he leave?" She questions, only earning a small nod from the woman. "Oh... well then I guess I'll spend time with you!"

"Uh what?" The woman questions, confused, barely able to think.

"Yeah! Can you play tea party with me?!"

"I-Im not allowed to leave this room without The Slenderman... thing." She answered the child. "You're not supposed to be in here?"

"Hmm... ok! Can you read me a book?"

"D-did you not hear me? I said you can't be in here, I don't want to get in trouble and I definitely don't want you to get in trouble—"

"I am not leaving until you read me a book!" The girl exclaims, eyes blazing their green hue and blood slowly spilling from her head. (Y/n) almost screamed but quickly nodded.

"Wh-whatever you want sweetheart."

"Yay!" The girl skipped off to the bookshelf and scanned through the books. "This one!"

(Y/n) took the book from the child, only to find that it was her book. It had the smell of her perfume on it, as well as her annotations that would piss any neat freak book collector off.

"This book isn't very appropriate for your age. I don't feel comfortable reading that one. Could you pick a different one?" She asks politely, closing her book and setting it on the nightstand. The child pouted her lip then went back and grabbed a different book. "Perfect."

(Y/n) didn't know how long she'd been reading for, as soon as the girl had fallen asleep on her lap, the fear went away and she just kept reading. Perhaps it was something maternal: the desire to keep reading despite the resting child— perhaps it was fear she would wake up if she had stopped.

She read on and on until her voice stopped and her mind continued. Her eyes wandered each and every page, reading each word, marveling at the book she once considered a children's book. Perhaps that's why it was in Slender's favorites.

It wasn't much longer before she too fell asleep. Her thumb tucked between the pages as her hand rested on the child's back. Her head lolled back, exposing her neck, something she hadn't done since she arrived. Somehow, she was comfortable or perhaps she had forgotten about the men coming back to meet her.

"Daddy!" (Y/n)'s unconscious mind heard the child tiredly call before the weight on the bed shifted and the warmth by her thigh disappeared. (Y/n) shot up on the bed, terrified for letting her guard down and falling asleep so easily. Dropping the book in her panic.

"Good evening Sally. How was your day?" Slenderman asked the child, keeping an eye on the panicked woman who seemed to have just realized there were three other beings in the room who looked like him. He looked between his brothers: Offender had his usual smirk, Splendor looked concern, and Trender looked disgusted by the blood stain on Slender's shirt she was wearing.

"It was good! The pretty lady read me a book!" Sally giggled. Looking back at the now frightened woman before frowning. Quickly noticing, Slender stepped out of the room and set Sally down. "You're not going to kill her, are you?"

"No Sally, I will not be killing her. Now go run along." Slender answers, shooing her off so nothing could happen between the four seconds he was gone. But of course, it would never be like that with his brothers.

As soon as he entered the room he heard (Y/n) crying. Two steps into the room and he saw why. Trender had her shirt pulled up, trying to see how old the bloodstain was and if the shirt was still salvageable. Splendor was examining her injury, which had probably opened while Sally was resting on her leg, and Offender was at the edge of the bed, checking out her exposed underwear. As soon as Slender was over there, he slapped Offender on the back of the head.

"Give her some space." Slender demanded, having to shoo Trender away from her, who was very annoyed about the bloodstain. "Splendor, go get doctor Smiley."

Splendor disappeared in a blink of an eye and Trender took a step back to pout. Offender stepped over to the side of the bed where the other two were.

"(Y/n)." She didn't want to look at him, but when every other time she didn't look and Slender would scold and punish her for not, she decided to look at him. "These are my brothers: Trender, Offender—"

Splendor appeared beside Trender once more with Dr. Smiley by his side.

"And Splendor." Slender finishes, allowing Smiley through to change her bandages. "Brothers, this is (Y/n) and she'll be staying with me for a while."

"I'll make her some new clothes." Trender stated with a shrug.

"Nice to see you again." Splendor bows, holding his hat before putting it back on his head.

"It's a little weird that you're introducing us to your play thing. Even I don't do that." Offender chuckles, earning a groan of annoyance from his older brother.

"I'm only introducing her so none of you attack her and just in case someone has to keep tabs on her." Slender explains, watching as Smiley gets to work on redressing her injury.

"Alright. So what's the wound from?" Trender questions, trying to ignore the irritation of the blood dripping onto Slender's white bed sheets.

"Jeff attacked her." Slender answers, stepping in between Trender and (Y/n), giving Smiley more space in between.

"So that's why he's in a body cast." Splendor recounts with a nod.

"Yeah, don't touch what's Slender's." Offender jokes, nudging Splendor's arm. The woman turned her head away, staying silent. After a week of being there, it was certainly beginning to feel that way.

Hopeless, she felt hopeless. The feeling was suffocating and she didn't want to give in. She knew all the things he could do to her, whether he was a "gentleman" or not. At least now her shirt wasn't trying to be torn off and the pervert wasn't eyeing her up like candy.

She tried her best to tune out the brothers, focusing more on Smiley. It seemed every time he came to restitch her injury, there was less and less blood. The pain she felt was no longer physical, rather emotional as she slowly watched the wound turn into a scar. She knew the scar will be more horrific with how many times it's been reopened.

"Byeee!" The woman was pulled back to the world around her at Splendor's childish goodbye. Now it was once more Smiley and Slender. As soon as Smiley was done, he left as well and the two were finally alone once more.

Her throat felt tight as she pondered what to say, if she could say anything at all. If she did it would most likely be some pathetic plea for freedom. She wasn't getting any, she knew that, but the overwhelming desire to be left alone was suffocating.

"I hate you."

"I know."