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Mar 3, 2021

Left For Dead

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Descriptive Sex, Fingering, Violence, Descriptive Injuries, Non-Con/Dub-Con?(Reader ends up liking it so idk), Badly written Smut, hints of a breeding kink (Like 2 sentences)

Fandom: The Devil All The Time (Movie)

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Request: Written for this awesome request @slothspaghettiwrites received and forwarded to her followers for us to write.💞

Summary: You're new in town and manage to unintentionally catch the Sheriff's attention. Being his girl doesn't only give advantages though.

Word Count: 5.483 (This kinda got out of hand😅)

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A/N: I'm so sorry for ruining this perfectly decent request. This probably isn't what you wanted, like at all, but I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless.🥺 This definitely doesn't have as much Angst or protective!Lee as it probably should. It's also my first time writing Lee, so I'm sorry if he seems out of character. Also, I'd like to thank @threeminutesoflife for advising me to post this as a separate blog rather than a reply to the original ask in order for my tags to show up in Tumblr's search.💞

You still weren't entirely certain how the Sheriff and you'd ended up together.

No, scratch that, you remembered specifically how.

You didn't grow up in Knockemstiff.

Your mother did, but she moved away pretty much as soon as she was legally able to do so. When she died a few months ago, you felt completely alone and abandoned. Your father had bitten the bullet many years back and you didn't have any siblings or cousins or even aunts or uncles. All that was left of your family was your dear grandmother (bless her heart) who however lived in Knockemstiff, prompting you to move back there to get a bit closer to your roots.

Fresh in town and financially unstable, you'd begun serving at a Diner to pay both your and your grandmother's bills, moving in with her and taking care of her.

And you liked this city, for the most part anyway. It was peaceful, nothing outstanding ever actually happened. The community knew each other well and everything had its secure position here.

Some would call this place boring, but you preferred boring.

Working at the Diner, you quickly got to know every soul in the town, if directly or through the occasional rumors and gossips you overheard. It took some time, but the people grew comfortable around you, you just held something about you that nobody could despise.

You were a pleasant person to be around, always attentive and well-spoken. There were no snarky remarks from your side nor did you ever speak poorly about anyone on purpose or with evil intent.

When somebody required assistance with something, you were one of the first to offer your services, always with a warm smile on your face.

Enter the Sheriff.

A man that couldn't be any more different from you than a buttercup was from a cactus. He wasn't constantly outright mean, but he didn't make any effort to be polite either. The Sheriff was a man who recognized the power he carried in his position and thrived on it.

The first time you'd encountered him was the third day on your job. He'd shown up at noon, picking a table meant for families right next to the entrance with a window view to the parking lot. His presence had an immediate influence on the atmosphere in the Diner, everybody communicated much more hushed and nobody dared to even glance in the Sheriff's direction.

When the other employees caught wind of him, they exchanged one simple look, before nodding in agreement.

Tiffany, one of those employees and your colleague, strolled over to you and asked you to take care of the Sheriff, cautioning you with nothing more than a 'Just be civil'. She'd consciously sent you straight into the lion's den without remorse. It wasn't that she wished you anything bad, but she wasn't about to deal with the Sheriff when somebody else could do the job.

So, exactly like all the other times when a new face arrived at the Diner, you straightened the yellow-white striped dress-uniform you wore and walked over to the table the Sheriff sat with a pleasant smile on your face while carrying the paper you'd write his order on.

"Good day, Sheriff. What can I get for you?" You greeted him politely, his head immediately snapping towards you at your voice from where he'd been staring out the window.

He was quite obviously surprised to see someone new serving him, blinking shortly, before furrowing his brows.

Sitting up, he leaned back a little to take in your appearance with hooded eyes.

Smooth skin, clean clothes, hair in a bun, a body with curves in all the ideal places. His pants strained the slightest bit, finding you attractive.

Clearing his throat, the Sheriff finally spoke up: "Hamburger, french fries, and a coffee, black."

Watching you dutifully jotting down his order, he yearned to touch you but waited for an opportunity.

"Coming right up for you, sir. Will that be all?" He had to give it to you, you knew how to do your job and you did it well.

Gruffing out a "No.", he waited until you turned away to snatch your arm and keep you back, causing you to spin to him again with a wildly beating heart.

"Actually.." He started and you had to fight hard not to let your sudden fear show on your face. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before. You new in town?"

He still maintained his hand on your arm, not quite as forceful anymore, however.

Gulping, you promptly answered with a: "Yes, Sheriff. I moved here four days ago to take care of my Granny."

"Mhm." The Sheriff assessed, squinting his eyes the slightest bit while you nervously clutched the papers in your hands. "What's your name, missy?"

"Y/N, sir." - "Welcome in Knockemstiff, Y/N. I'm sure you understand I like to keep tabs on my people as Sheriff of the town."

After a final nod and a mumbled 'thank you' from you, the Sheriff finally let go of your arm, a subtle bruise left where he'd grabbed you. Turning around and walking back to the kitchen, you forced yourself not to grimace, noticing everybody in the Diner discretely but totally obviously having watched the exchange of words.

You handed in the order to the cook, trembling from the bad feeling the Sheriff gave you, sighing. Tiffany glanced at you from the side but didn't say anything, so you kept your mouth shut as well.

Over the following weeks, the man you'd come to known as Sheriff Lee Bodecker became a frequent visitor of the Diner. Exactly like the first time, you were constantly the one sent to attend to him, and unwilling to protest, you did. You still treated him like every other guest and he never touched you again or recited anything other than his order to you, and you essentially relaxed.

Then, someday somehow, something shifted. And suddenly the Sheriff was everywhere.

When you went to get groceries at the store, he was there. When you were in church, he was there. When you had your lunch breaks, his cruiser was right around the corner. When you walked home, sometimes you caught him following you from some distance. The last straw was when you were home and looked out the window, just to see the cruiser driving by way too slowly.

It became too much, sleepless nights spent worrying about whether he was outside the house right now.

You didn't dare talk to anyone about it, you were aware of his influence in the town and knew of his ways to play foul with his job. Things were hushed about the man behind his back that you overheard and they left you fearing for your life if you ever decided to open your mouth and say something.

So, you forced yourself to put up with it.

Hoping that he'd one day lose interest and finally stop following you around.

After an entire week of barely two to three hours sleeping, you determined to shake up your routine and do something different for a change. You shoved the thoughts about the Sheriff to the last corner of your mind and dressed for a fun night on Saturday evening. The short dress barely covered your ass, your lace panties on display, cleavage inviting. When you left the house, you told your grandmother not to expect you home before the next morning or noon. You weren't planning on coming home tonight, hoping to find someone good-looking to dance your troubles away with and spend the night with.

When you arrived at the club, you tossed back a few shots to get you started and into the mood, not taking long to scoot onto the dancefloor. You weren't oblivious to the longing and jealous glances thrown your way, after all the outfit you'd selected was a pretty daring choice in the small town of Knockemstiff, and unheard of. It didn't take long for the first men to surround you like moths that were attracted to light, and you spent the rest of your night dancing, laughing, and drinking while flirting.

One particular gentleman, James, quickly became a favorite of yours as he had a unique sense of humor and sparkle in his eyes with every word. It didn't hurt that he was quite handsome too. James paid for a few drinks and eventually invited you to go home with him, so you instantly agreed.

On your way outside, he grabbed your hand and when you finally reached the exterior, he kissed you with passion. Longingly, you kissed him back, grabbing the rear of his head and neck to pull him nearer. He did the same, shielding your skull from the hard stone wall behind you as he pushed you against it in the process. Moans of lust escaped your mouth when he traveled his lips down your face, onto your throat and bare neck. Grinding his bulge into your stomach, you raised your hips to answer him eagerly.

With a loud smack, James' lips left your neck and he panted, telling you: "God, baby. I'm not sure I can wait until we get home."

You couldn't help the smirk from forming, feeling the same way.

In a daring voice, you purred: "Then don't. You've got a car, don't you?"

"Oh fuck yes."

Both of you stumbled in the direction of his car and he slammed you to the door, while blindly reaching for the handle in the dark.

Nothing existed around the two of you and because of that, you both failed to notice the police cruiser parked only a few lots away from you.

"Shit, James. I need you." You moaned and he finally found the handle of the door, pulling it open.

As you stripped yourself of your dress, you fell onto the backseat, scurrying back while throwing aside your outfit, so James could follow you inside.

"I know, baby. I'm so hard for you." He acknowledged your calls, climbing inside after you and yanking down his pants. "Holy fuck, you look so good in that. But I need to see you out of it."

His fingers easily enough found the back of your bra, opening it and slowly pulling it down with his teeth, smirking at you.

Reaching behind him afterward, he closed the door of the car and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the front, like the rest of the clothes so far.

He explored your naked chest, trailing his fingers over your nipples, which hardened instantly. Stretching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him down, face first onto your breasts. Eagerly his tongue latched onto your left nipple and you moaned loudly, pushing your hips up and into his crotch. Letting your hands slide lower, you pulled off James' underwear, and he did the same with your panties.

Finally, oh sweet finally, he positioned himself and started pushing in.

Not even an inch in, both of you startled and flinched when somebody loudly banged their fist again the window behind James.

"Open the door, it's the police." The Sheriff's dooming voice announced and James and you stared at each other.

One second, you're laying on each other, hands roaming all over the other's body, the next you hastily jump into action, desperately searching for your clothes.

Another knock.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Open the door or I'll open it myself."

"Shit shit shit," James mumbled quickly while pulling up his underwear, handing you your bra. "One moment please, sir!"

The door opened abruptly and you and James stared into the Sheriff's flashlight like deers caught in the headlights.

"Out. Both of you." The Sheriff ordered.

James hurried to follow the instructions, jumping out of the back of the car, before reaching inside and offering you a hand. Wildly blushing you took it and pulled yourself outward, trying not to stare at the raging and obvious hard-on he still had.

Putting your hand over your exposed lower parts, you couldn't help both the shame and anger that coursed through you at that moment.

Shame to be found and seen in such a compromising position by none other than the head of the law around town.

And anger, because he ruined a perfectly good opportunity to get off and probably followed you here.

"Any good reason why I shouldn't immediately give the two of you tickets for indecent exposure in public and haul your asses to the station?" The Sheriff spoke up, eyebrows raised in almost a mocking manner.

James and you exchanged a single glance, before looking back at the Sheriff.

Sheepishly James begged him: "Please, sir. I'm so sorry, this won't ever happen again. We just wanted to get home and-"

"Boy, this ain't 'getting home' and we all know it. You couldn't have waited until you got there?" Sheriff Bodecker cut him off and put his hands to his hips.

And at that moment where your eyes fell to his hips, you were able to make out his boner through his pants. Wide eyes immediately snapped up again before somebody caught you looking, but your heart sped up.

"You're lucky I know your father, boy. Since this was the first time this ever happened, I'll let you off with a warning."

Both James and you breathed out in relief, but the Sheriff snapped his fingers in your direction.

"Not you, missy. You're gonna stay here and we're gonna talk about the consequences." - "But, sir-" James closed his mouth again abruptly at the dark look the Sheriff shot him.

"Get in your car and drive home. We'll take care of this alone." Sheriff Bodecker ordered him and your blood ran cold.

No. No no no. Don't leave me alone with him.

James shot you a sorry look but hurried to get inside his car nonetheless.

"My clothes-" - "Get 'em. Fast." The Sheriff allowed you and you hastily opened the door to the passenger seat while James sat in the driver's seat and helped you collect them, handing them to you.

He mouthed an apology and you gave him an understanding look, before getting out again and closing the door.

As you went ahead to pull on your panties, the Sheriff grabbed your arm harshly and told you: "Not so quick."

Staring at him, you could only stumble after him when he yanked you around to his cruiser.

"Sheriff?" You asked him, but instead of answering, he opened the door to the backseats of the cruiser and shoved you inside, not caring that you hit your head. "What-"

Swiftly, he followed you inside, climbing over you and you scrambled away, panicking as you tried to open the other door, but found it locked. The other door fell closed behind Sheriff Bodecker, his hands locating your hips and squeezing them forcefully.

Screaming out in pain, you put your hands above his, trying to yank them off.

"Stop, what are you doing-"

"You're such a goddamn tease." He cut you off, groaning loudly as he took in your body. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, but you just had to play hard to get. I know you saw me following you. You knew I'd follow you here tonight. You just wanted to get fucked by me, love, didn't you?"

Outraged at that accusation, you attempted to sit up, unwillingly allowing Lee to reach behind you and force your bra open and away. Putting your hands against his chest to push him away, Lee used the moment and nuzzled his head between your breasts, groaning.

"No! I didn't want this! You're insane, let go of me!"

A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of Lee grinning with his teeth against your breasts, before pulling away and moving to lean his face over yours.

"Baby, you're gonna love this, trust me." He told you and then went to unbutton his trousers.

"NO! I'll-I'll go to the police!" - At that, the Sheriff laughed.

"Sweetheart, I am the police. So let's be honest. Who are they going to believe? You, a stupid brat who's just moved into town, and who was seen flashing her body at a club and leaving with a guy that's not your husband? Or me, the Head of the Law who's been keeping this town safe for centuries now?" He mused, smirking. "Besides, you're not going to tell anyone. Wanna know why? For the same reason, you didn't tell anyone about me following you around. You like it."

Protesting, you shook your head.

"No, I don't! I'm afraid of you, that's all!" You sobbed, tears now flowing down your face at the predicament you found yourself in.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You can like it, no problem with that. You're my good sweetheart, aren't you? Always so polite and nice to everyone. Had me hard the moment I saw you."

The Sheriff finally pulled down his pants and followed with his underwear, making you flail around harder. His one hand clenched your hip harshly, forcing you to stay still, while the other one mounded your pussy.

Clasping your eyes shut, you knew Lee was able to feel how wet you were. And honestly, while you wanted to blame it at your former interaction with James, you knew it wasn't all that. No matter how much you denied it, you did kind of like the way Lee was handling you.

Chuckling, Lee rubbed his hand over your clit and began playing with it, causing your hips to press up into his grip. To disassociate yourself from the entire situation, you turned your head away and pressed your eyelids together more tightly, but nothing was able to make you overhear the squelching sounds your pussy began to make for Lee.

"You can say you don't like this all you want, but your pussy doesn't lie." He acknowledged, rubbing more before taking one finger and inserting it slowly into your body.

Your eyes snapped open, hands scrambling for purchase at the edge of the car seats and you attempted to drag yourself away from the sudden intrusion, but Lee's grip on you didn't ease and allow you to do so.

"Look at that. You're sucking me right in, sweetheart." He cooed and started moving his thick digit carefully.

He added a second and eventually a third finger, which had you both keening and moaning desperately. You were unable to move your hips, whining softly.

"Please.." The plea that fell from your lips sounded truly tortured and you weren't sure if you were begging for more or to stop at this point.

Spreading all his fingers inside you, Lee expertly moved them around and slipped them in and out of you slowly, taking in all your reactions to his actions.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do it." His voice encouraged you.

When he started rubbing your clit again while moving his fingers and inserting a fourth digit, you couldn't take it anymore.

Rocking back and forth, you fucked yourself on Lee's fingers as much as you possibly could and eventually came with a shuttering breath and wail.

Lee rode you through your high with his fingers, then pulled them out of you and sucked them clean inside his mouth with a dark look inside his eyes. Furthermore, he wrapped them around his hard erection, pumping a few times and groaning, before positioning himself at your entrance.

"Look at you, so ready for me. Just a dumb little girl wanting to get fucked by the Sheriff, hm?" He whispered and all you could do was moan softly in reply, eyes fluttering when he pushed in.

Despite being prepared by four fingers, his penis going in gave you a slight sting and you grimaced. While Lee wasn't exactly long, he was thick, which you now came to notice. As he went further in, his cock reached all the right places among your walls and ridges, causing you to moan again more loudly.

"Lee.." You whispered and he kissed you, heatedly pushing his tongue inside your mouth after a few seconds.

Pulling his hips away a bit, you then gasped against his lips when he pushed further in. Your hands took hold of Lee's hair, before sliding along his body, over his neck to his back.

Groaning deeply, Lee did the same with his hands, grabbing everywhere he could find purchase. His soft tummy pressed into your stomach every time he exhaled, grounding you further into the seats. Hands finding your breasts again, Lee played with your nipples, resting his forehead against yours as he went faster.

"Wanna fill you up. See these get round with milk. Fuck, you'd make a great mother. Always so patient and soft." He told you and you momentarily managed to slip out of the haze you were in.

The panic was written along your face, your voice shaking when you told him: "Lee, no. Please, don't-"

Almost lovingly, Lee smiled and hushed you with a whisper against your lips.

"Don't worry, baby. 'm not gonna do that yet. Wouldn't look good, you being pregnant 'n not married. I gotta wife you up first." - Your eyes went wide at that, but you didn't say anything, as his hands went to your clit and rubbed it again.

With a few more promising words, you finally came for the second time that evening. Shortly after, Lee pulled out and grabbed a Pepsi Cup from the front, spraying his load inside with a loud groan.

Exhausted, both of you remained in the position you were in for a little longer.

That was only the start.

After that encounter, the Sheriff started actually and officially dating you. He wasn't the most romantic man, but he tried his best as he took you out to dates and such.

Whenever you tried ending what was going on, he reminded you that he was the Sheriff and you had your role to play. Then he'd fuck you into obedience fairly quickly.

And to be honest, being Lee's girl wasn't that bad. He absolutely adored you, trying to make you as comfortable as he possibly could and giving you everything you could potentially wish for. You were starting to genuinely enjoy your relationship with the Sheriff.

Until that godforsaken day.

It had started normal, like every other day during the week. You'd gotten ready, served your grandmother and yourself food, and told her goodbye, before going outside where the Sheriff waited for you with the Cruiser. He insisted on driving you to and from work, despite you always telling him it wasn't that far and that you would be fine walking. Reaching the Diner, you kissed each other and then went your separate ways, doing your jobs.

The ordinary day changed drastically when Lee arrived at the Diner later that Noon. Going inside, he placed himself in his regular seat, waiting for you to make your appearance.

And so he waited.

For a minute.

For two minutes.

For five minutes.

After ten minutes without you showing up, Lee grunted impatiently, tapping his fingers against the table.

Fifteen minutes later, he was ready to explode, when Tiffany walked out of the kitchen apprehensively, slowly making her way over to him with obvious fear in her eyes.

Seeing the woman and not his girlfriend, he sat up straight in an instant. Even before she was halfway across the room, he'd stood up and approached her himself.

"Where is she?" He asked without beating around the bush and she shivered at his harsh tone.

"We-We're not sure. She went out for her lunch break a while ago and she should've been back by now, but we can't find her."

Lee could've sworn his whole world stood still at that moment.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" His voice grew louder and attracted the attention of everyone in the Diner. "This place isn't very big, there aren't too many places she could've gone for her lunch break."

Tiffany took a step back at his obvious anger and gulped, before forcing herself to tell him: "Since she started here, she's always spent her lunch breaks at the same time in the same place. But she's not there today."

Lee's heart started wildly beating at that sentence and he willed himself to remain calm.

All red flags stood up to attention in his mind and the worst scenarios went through his head, but he forced them all away and concentrated.

"I'm sorry Sheriff, but she's not here. Maybe she went home to get something and just isn't back yet?" Tiffany quietly suggested and while Lee knew this was just her hoping to get him out of the Diner, he couldn't care less.

"Call the station, if she turns up. Immediately. Understood?" He asked her harshly and she nodded, as he turned around and looked to the people in the Diner that now pretended that they hadn't been listening to anything. "The same goes for all of you. You see her, you call the station immediately!"

After a chorus of "Yes, Sheriff"'s, Lee walked outside, his mind racing.

Where could you possibly be?

Hopping in his cruiser, he drove to your home and knocked on the door, impatiently waiting. After a whole minute or so, the door finally opened to show an elderly lady with a walking stick, clutching her side.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you possibly know where your granddaughter is?" He tried to be as polite as possible, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you and wanting to get on her good side.

"Y/N? She's at work, she's a waitress at the Diner a few streets from here." She told him, observing his distressed demeanor. "Why? What's going on, Sheriff?"

"Nothing, for now, ma'am. Thank you for telling me. I'll let you be then." He told her, walking away quickly, increasingly growing more worried.

You weren't at work. You weren't home. Where could you possibly be?

Inside his car, he checked his radio and phoned the station to ask if anyone had reported seeing you yet. But nothing.

Slowly driving along the roads, Lee went to every and any place he could think of where you ever went. No matter how unlikely it was that you'd be there, he didn't leave any stone untouched.

Time went by way too fast and suddenly it was night. After another visit to your home and confirming with your grandmother you still weren't there, she agreed to file a missing person's case as soon as possible.

Lee drove himself home that evening with the worst feeling ever. Parked in front of his house, he couldn't bring himself to go inside, images of your corpse somewhere flickering across his mind.

Unable to stop himself, Lee grabbed the steering wheel and let a few tears flow.

He wasn't fully crying, for some reason his body didn't allow him to. Instead, small waves of sadness rolled over him and shuddering breaths fled his mouth.

He couldn't help but think of everything that you'd two accomplished together so far and everything he still had planned.

Your smile flashed in front of his eyes, a full-on laugh bubbling out of your throat filled his ears.

Your soft touch traveled across his body, your fingers on his hands, gripping them and telling him you love him for the first time. Your head on his tummy, assuring him you enjoyed it and that it was a lovely part of him. Your heels digging into his back as he fucked you.

Lee now thought of everything he'd planned for the two of you.

A wedding, attended by a couple of colleagues, Sandy, and your grandmother. It wouldn't be huge, but it would be full of love. He'd already started looking for rings.

Moving in together, his house had more than enough space, and he was willing to allow your grandmother to live with the two of you.

One day, he wanted to fill you with babies and become a Daddy. Little munchkins resembling you and him would be running around your house and garden, screaming in joy.

There was still so much the two of you hadn't done, but Lee feared it may never come to that point.

Maybe he was overreacting, maybe you had a plausible reason and were somewhere else, completely alright and unharmed. Or maybe.. you were dead inside some pedo's basement right now or possibly screaming for help.

As thoughts threatened to overcome Lee once again, his radio gave a signal.

"10-39, Bodecker?"

Never before in his life had Lee reached for the radio so fast.

"10-8, Bodecker here. What's going on?"

His heart pumped wildly, as he waited for an answer. When he received the next transmission, he gritted his teeth.

"We've found a woman, fitting the description of the one you're searching for. Badly injured, can't for certain say if it's her, she's unconscious, but we're pretty sure. 10-43, we need an ambulance immediately."

Starting his car, Lee said: "10-20, I need your Location. 10-45, how is she?"

As soon as the officer gave him his address, Lee drove as fast as he could, not caring that he was speeding.

"We found her at the side of the road in a ditch. Several wounds all over her body, possible head trauma, bleeding from various places. Not sure if she'll make it, we don't know for how long she's been in this cold. .. There's also a message on a small note from her attacker."

At that, he sits up straighter, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What's it say?" - ".. You should see for yourself."

His stomach dropped.

On one hand, Lee hoped the person they found wasn't his Y/N. He didn't want her to be in that condition. On the other hand, he just wanted to finally know where she was at all. And badly injured was better than dead.

"Almost there."

As soon as Lee was able to make out the headlights from the other police car, he parked beside it and jumped out, rushing over and inside the ditch where he could see an officer with the body of a woman in his arms. Stopping next to them, he kneeled and inhaled sharply at once.

"It's her, give her to me." - "I'm not sure, I should-"

Before the other officer had a chance to finish his sentence, Lee had forcibly shoved him to the side and taken your body from his hands.

"Fuck, no.." He mumbled, eyes raking over your body impossibly fast and with tears.

The officer had meant it when he'd said badly injured.

You looked barely recognizable, but he would be able to tell it's you even if it had been far worse. Your face was deeply bruised, with several cuts across your cheeks and forehead. Your lips and eyes were swollen, your nose cracked unnaturally to the side. Your hair was greasy and covered in mud and blood, several strands missing like they'd been ripped out. You were still wearing your work uniform, though it had been slashed through and apart, exposing some bad injuries across the rest of your body. Your neck had scrapes that looked like fingers, showing that you'd been choked at some point. There was also a small cut across your throat, but thankfully not too deep. Starting at your breasts, Lee was able to see more and more bruises that resembled fingers. Not a single inch of your skin, from what Lee could see, was not injured or covered in blood.

He forced himself not to cry, having to look strong in front of the other officers, but he just wanted to sob and scream right now.

Cradling your head in his one hand, Lee took your hand in his other and shivered at how cold you were. When he checked for your pulse, he was relieved to feel it, though very faintly and incredibly slow.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna be okay. I promise, you just gotta hold on for me." He whispered quietly, only looking up when an ambulance reached the scene.

Begrudgingly, he gave you in the care of the first responders, knowing they were gonna be able to help you more than him right now.

Staring at the blood in his hands for a second, Lee wiped them on his pants and then snapped his head to the officer who'd phoned him.

"You said there's a message. Give it to me." He demanded and the officer reluctantly pulled a small paper out of his pocket, handing it to him without looking at him.

When Lee unfolded the paper and read the words written, his breath halted.

Some people were born just so they could be buried. Right, Sheriff?

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