among the monsters ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁·ꕤ chapter IV
summary: she can be a caretaker, right? Or a potential lover? Or a potential victim? But the money was good… "Fucking hell." notes: female reader, and no description is used about the reader. use of y/n. word count: 1.4k warnings: use of y/n, sfw so far but can be a little creepy, pervert Tommy(?), Tommy wants to eat the reader or taste her (?)
notes from me: I feel like I want to make the slashers even more creepy? And I need more submissive, pathetic slashers. I was craving some pathetic slashers and Tommy is my first victim. The next chapter will be about Bubba.
chapter III
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“Is there a reason why I have to meet all the human eaters first?” Her eyes were wandering, looking at the boring grey walls, calling out the danger ahead; her upper teeth were already unconsciously chewing her sweet, poor bottom lip, from the fear she had from the start. Still, she was unaware of the self cannibalism she was doing by chewing up her own lips; would that make every human a potential cannibal?
“Hm? Most of them are kind of a cannibal- They would try it if they were curious enough, I mean,” Doctor Rogue hummed and mumbled, as if he was answering her but also thinking about it too, “Would be a good experiment actually,” he whispered under his breath, “Anyways! Let’s walk towards that door, and we will see his cell.”
The guards stared at her intently; some were even rude. She didn’t like the judgments in their eyes. Not only did she feel unsafe around them, too, it was already an asylum with psychos, and now the guards are creepy! She flinched at the slight pain she caused to herself by biting her bottom lip too much, due to a great deal of the stress she was under. She licked the iron liquid and painted her mouth with her blood. She stepped closer to Doctor Rogue; at least, he was somehow okay as a person. It would be a great body shield if something happened as they walked through the door.
Green light. Her mind started to work again, “What’s all about the lights around the door and cells?” Her curiosity piqued.
His eyes widened as he remembered to tell her about the most critical information, “I completely forgot to tell you! We have a system in this asylum. Every cell has a light on it.” his voice was a bit in shame; this information would’ve made her feel better about being with criminals all day. She looked at him in disbelief, “And I am learning this now?”
“Sorry, sorry! Well, at least now you know!” He raised his voice a little bit before going to Thomas’ cell, “Green means that the patient is not violent towards the staff. Yellow means they can attack, but they mostly won't if you don't suggest it. And red means they will strike at a weak moment in the staff, so we do not go into their cells without the guards. Okay, any other questions?”
“No questions but learning this before would’ve made me feel better,” she scoffed automatically, and couldn’t stop herself.
“I already apologized, Y/N,” he said sharply, a hint of irritation threading through his voice. “Now, let’s go and see Tommy.”
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Her lips were dry, and her tongue wanted to move over them to lick them, wet them, ease the irritation of her dried lips: she couldn’t do it, though. The massive man with fierce eyes was making her stop functioning out of nowhere. Of course, she knew him. She did not remember his name at first, but after seeing this large man, she remembered the news. Instantly, she was back in her old apartment, eating probably expired cereal, sitting on the edge of her bed as the news reporter spoke:
“…In other news, the Travis County Cannibal family has finally been stopped. Authorities confirm the group was responsible for the kidnapping and brutal killing of multiple young adults. Police report that the mother escaped during the raid and remains at large, but two male suspects have been taken into custody. They have been identified as Thomas Hewitt and-”
And this man, THIS MAN, was in the green area? She snapped back at herself when Doctor Rogue called her.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“As I said, this is Thomas Hewitt. Thomas, this is Y/N. Now, why don’t you talk to him while I wait for you outside?” She looked confused as he spoke, wondering if he was still mad at her from the earlier talk.
“Why would you wait for me, Doc?” she whispered to him.
“I think it would be better if you connected with them without me.”
“But-”
“No, buts! Talk to him, at least try to make him listen to you. Tried to understand him, now I am leaving,” he just left without listening to her quiet but aggressive whispers. She swore under her breath and rubbed her eyes.
Thomas’ eyes remained fixed on her; they had been on her ever since he saw her when she stepped in front of his cell. His body twitched at her voice, echoing off the cell walls; he quite enjoyed it. Maybe he wanted it too much; his face started to itch when he started to sweat in a female's presence. He didn’t remember the last time he tasted human meat, but just her presence was enough for him to want to taste again. And he thought he wasn’t hungry—crazy with human meat—maybe his therapist was lying just as much as he lied to himself. Perhaps it was her smell; he sniffed without making it too obvious. His facial deformed face was sensitive to those kinds of primary senses. Now, his hands began to itch as he listened to the doctor's words. But his eyes stayed fixed on her. How could he look away when she appeared so, so tempting? He didn’t realize that his gaze could scare her, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. Either way, his grunts and intense eye contact kept making her feel exposed, as if they were drilling a hole into her. His eyes couldn’t dare to look at her; his mother thought him to be good. Oh, the irony.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
His gaze, which had been frantically softening, changed back to its usual hardness when she finally made eye contact, but her voice wasn’t so kind. How rude of her, he thought, and grunted as a response.
“I can’t even look at you,” she said, and saw him flinch at her words. She felt bad for being mean. But she had to; he wasn’t some criminal. He was everything that could make any strong human pee in their pants. “If you are not going to talk, I am leaving. I do not have to tell you anything about me.”
She was challenging him because she felt like she had to show herself extra confident and strong, so maybe she could scare others, as if she wasn’t talking to a criminal. However, his turning his back and refusing to look at her wasn't what she expected from him. She said nothing for a minute, just listened to his breathing and her loud heartbeat. She saw him clenching his teeth and rubbing his scared hands together, like he wanted to comfort himself.
“You know, seeing you on TV kinda scared me when I lived alone,” she leaned her back against the wall, then just stared at his back, “Now, seeing you in front of me– breathing and calm for some reason– it’s kind of surreal. You were the reason I slept with a kitchen knife under my pillow, still do, as a matter of fact. And now you’re just… sitting there. Quiet. Like some misunderstood giant.” She watched him as he slowly lost his composure, stuck with her words and dangerous eyes. Judging him, maybe bullying him; this feeling was too familiar, like it was coming from the past, like he was again a child with a facial deformity and tried to be accepted by his family and classmates. Even so, he did not react aggressively.
He refused to be aggressive towards her because she was already disgusted by him, and he couldn’t let this delicious-smelling woman hate him even more. He wanted her to be in his cell one way or another, and being good for her, and that Doctor means she can come into his cell.
He heard her moving, leaving his cell. He turned to look at her, and she moved towards the door, turning her back one last time to face him. He licked his lips when they made eye contact, “See you in the cafeteria, Thomas.”
She left, and a slow smile curled across his face. Rubbed his hands together and licked his index and middle fingers, wishing to taste, savor her with just the smell of her in the cell.
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