Masky fidgeted with the lock on the front door of a small cabin. The cabin wasn't very far from the mansion, so you were confused as to why he didn't stay with all of the other circus freaks at that god forsaken place. But at the same time you could see how an environment like that could be mentally draining, even for someone clinically insane. He walked inside the cabin and you followed, he immediately closed the door and locked it behind him. You looked around at the dimly lit room, it was totally off the grid. Everything was either gas or battery powered. You looked around, it didn't take long to notice that Masky lived like a slob. There were clothes everywhere, old paper played with unfinished food, everything gross under the sun.
You shuddered at the sight, that guy was right, you did need that good luck.

Masky chuckled, and sat down on his couch. He took off his jacket, and threw it to you. You had to admit, although he was a total jerk, Masky had a nicely toned body. You quickly caught yourself, and internally kicked yourself.
"You idiot! Don't let yourself think stupid things like that!" Your thoughts were interrupted by Masky's annoying voice.

"What are you just standing there for? You said you could clean right? We'll get to work!" He was grumpy. You grumbled under your breath and walked into the kitchen, looking in the cabinets under his sink for cleaning supplies. He had some, but nothing spectacular. You found a thing of Lysol wipes, paper towels, and some glass cleaner. Masky turned on his battery powered TV, and watched the news. You felt like a 1950's housewife living in a dying marriage. You grabbed the cleaning supplies and got to work, scrubbing every surface in Masky's kitchen, making it sparkle to the best of your ability. You found a broom and began sweeping up.

You opened the fridge, and checked inside for any food that might be expired. Surprisingly nothing was expired, and there was a good amount of food too. After wiping down the fridge you moved onto the living room. You walked around picking up laundry, throwing it into a basket you found sitting on the stairs. You swept the floors, wiped down all the surfaces, until you got to the coffee table in front of the couch. Masky was resting his feet on top of it. You sighed, and thought of a way to ask him to move his feet without giving away how angry you were. Masky looked over and saw you standing there, Lysol wipes in hand.

"Oh I'm sorry Sunshine, am I in your way?" He was mocking you, bringing his hands to his chest feigning surprise.

"I just need you to move your feet for a minute while I wipe that." You pointed to the coffee table. At this point you had been cleaning for a while. The events of the day were catching up to you and you felt yourself becoming more and more tired, hungry, and irritable.
Masky stayed put, staring at you dead on.

"Ask me nicely and I'll consider it." You felt yourself crushing the tube of Lysol wipes in your hand.

"I would very much appreciate it SIR if you moved your feet off the table so I could clean it for you." Masky however, didn't move his feet.

"Say it with a smile, like you want to make my day." You sighed, and plastered a wide, fake, smile across your face. You tried your very hardest to keep your cool, all in the name of not dying.

"Please sir, I would love to clean that table for you, would you please move your feet so I can do so?" You used the sweetest voice you could muster. Masky slowly moved his feet off the table, you could almost feel him smirking at you underneath his mask.

"That's more like it, go ahead." You got down on your knees and wiped down the table, refusing to look at your masked kidnapper. The light from the candle sitting on the TV stand illuminated the small area. The only sound being that coming from the TV. The fire made the light dance, shining on your face, making your (e/c) twinkle and your (s/c) skin glow. Strands of your (h/l) (h/c) hair fell in your face, but you tucked them behind your ear as they fell. Masky stared at you, hating to admit to himself that while he was enjoying tormenting you, in this lighting he did find you... attractive. He quickly looked back up at the TV, choosing to ignore the sudden, random thoughts popping into his head.
You wiped down the table, and stood back up. Looking at him with a tired expression.

"While I very much enjoy doing your chores sir, I'm very hungry and tired." Masky looked up at you, and shooed you away.

"Help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge, just don't touch any of the desserts." You began to walk away, but the annoying voice of your masked keeper rang in the air.

"Bring me the strawberry cheesecake that's sitting on the top shelf, I'm feeling hungry." You sighed, and continued walking towards the fridge. You opened the fridge and grabbed Masky's cheesecake, along with some random pre-packaged protein pack that had slices of pepperoni, cheese, and a few grapes.
You grabbed a plastic fork out of one of the drawers and groggily walked back towards the couch. Any more walking you had to do today was going to be the death of you. You set the cheesecake down on the coffee table in front of Masky, and stared at him, waiting for permission to sit on his couch. He looked back up at you, and nodded.

You slumped down onto the couch, leaning against the arm. You peeled back the plastic and sorted through the various contents of the protein pack. You popped a piece of cheese into your mouth, mindlessly zoning out as the TV played the same news channel on and on endlessly. After you finished eating you set the empty plastic container down on the coffee table. You felt your conciseness slipping away. You fought to stay awake, not trusting Masky around your unconscious self, but the exhaustion won, and you slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, don't just leave your trash on the table." Masky heard no response.

"Quit ignoring me, I said-" He looked over, ready to berate you when he saw you were sound asleep. He let out a disgruntled sign, and stared at your unconscious body. For a moment he wondered why he didn't just kill you. Plenty of people before have used the same excuse when Masky had a weapon pointed at them.

"I'll do anything you want"
"Please don't kill me, I can do whatever you want"
"I won't tell anyone what I saw"

Words of previous victims echoed in his mind. He wasn't at all guilty, I mean if they wander into the forest they're fair game right? Masky found himself staring at your unconscious figure.
He chalked it up to being too lazy to do his own chores, and the idea of having someone around to obey his every command was tempting, it would tempt anyone wouldn't it?

He grew frustrated dwelling on the subject, he got up from his seat and walked upstairs into his second bedroom. As much as he wanted to rationalize his decision it was becoming more and more apparent to him that he didn't know why he brought you here. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and brought them back downstairs, throwing them into the closet underneath the stairs. He scooped you up from the couch and rested your body on the floor of the closet. Putting your head on the pillow and covering you with the blanket.
He couldn't help but laugh at the situation, this was your punishment for making him think so confused. He shut the door behind him and flicked off the TV. He grabbed his candle and walked upstairs with it, settling in for the night.

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Masky found it more and more difficult to sleep. He leaned against the window of his cabin, his mask laying atop his wooden bedside table. He took a long drag of his cigarette, huffing the smoke out into the crisp, night air. Thoughts plagued his mind, and he couldn't quite get to sleep. Although for him that wasn't really anything new.
He stared out into the vast expanse of trees, towering over his small, two story, cabin. The wind blew softly, and chill hung in the air. Owls perched atop their trees and sang their songs for the world to hear. In instances like this it was easy for Masky to forget why he's here, and why he does the things that he does. To let all the concerns of his life waft away like the smoke from his cigarette. Today had been an interesting day, his mind flashed to the woman sleeping in his closet.

When did he become a guy who traps women in his closet? The same day he became a cold blooded killer, known for sadistically torturing his victims. He ground the cigarette in his nearby ashtray, putting it out. He collapsed back into bed, his mind finally starting to calm down. He thought back to the way you looked by candle light, and how your eyes were still glimmering with life. How strands of your hair would fall in your face, and how warm to the touch you were.

"God... how touched starved am I?" He covered his eyes with his inner elbow, stretching his arm across his face, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Don't be an idiot Tim, you don't even know her name, and besides, when have we needed anybody?"
That's right, when has he needed anybody? He rolled over in bed, looking out the window. In a way this was his most sadistic effort yet, it's only a matter of time before he breaks her spirit. He grinned, maybe it wouldn't be half bad having a mind-broken maid who'll do whatever he says 24/7. You were so teeming with life, it made him so sick. He fell asleep, convincing himself he wanted to squash your spirit, and hold you in the palm of his hand only to crush you later. At least that's what he convinced himself was the truth.