Y/n's pov

At first you bucked against him attempting to get away from the sadistic killer. He kept his grip tight and refused to loosen it. Soon your lungs began to burn and your struggles began to cease. Toby seemed to recognize this and pulled you out of the water.

"Say y-you belong t-to me." He said lifting your head to look at him, "Fuck you." You spat weakly, his eyes narrowed and he forced your head under again.

Together you two repeated this pattern until you felt as though every cell in your body was about to give out. He asked you again, "What ab-about now?" He said looking down at you coldly.

You nodded weakly letting your head fall limp. "Words, Y/n." He said shoving your face down a few inches towards the water threateningly.

You panicked and quickly gave in "I belong to you, Toby," you mumbled weakly convincing yourself it was either that or brain damage.

"That's b-better," he mused releasing his grip on your hair, letting your head fall limp.

He watched your body crumple to the floor and cough violently before falling still, resting your cheek against the cold wood floor looking up at the boy. He looked back down at you for a while before turning his attention to the pair of scissors in this shoulder. A small voice in your head was wondering why he didn't seem affected by it, but was quickly silenced by another coughing fit. The the teen slowly worked the piece of metal out of him as your eyes started to get heavy. Not having the mental or physical strength you let sleep take over and slipped into a dreamless rest.

You slipped back into consciousness and felt your body lift off the ground. You didn't open your eyes finding it easier to keep them closed. You unconsciously snuggled closer into the heat source carrying you. It started to carry you down what felt like a stair case before stopping and leaning down to drape you against a cold wall. Your eyes opened as your back arched recoiling from the cold surface. Seeing this Toby quickly held down your leg preventing struggle. "Stay s-still!" He hissed making you immediately cease your struggles in fear of his violent retaliation.

He secured a metal shackle around your ankle before pulling the key ring off his belt and locking them in place. You lay limp on the floor wanting to be anywhere but here. He stood up and looked down at you for a few seconds before turning and walking towards the stairs. "Please," you called weakly after him, "Don't leave me here."

He froze, one of his feet on the first step. He stood still for a few seconds before climbing the rest of the stairs and slamming the door shut, taking the light with it. You winced as the sound echoed through the damp basement walls before redirecting your attention to the heavy shackle around your ankle. You weakly pulled yourself up to a wall and slumped down against it not sure what else to do. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to generate some sort of heat as you fell into a dreamless sleep.

I jolted myself awake as the sound of creaking on the floorboards sounded above me. My heart picked up and my breathing accelerated. They padded their way into what I assumed was the kitchen. I waited in thick silence trying to hear his next moves.

After a few minutes footsteps moved from the kitchen back upstairs before returing a few minutes later. It stayed quiet for a what seemed like forever before the sound of the wood creaking under someones weight sounded again; right in front of the basement door.