The Grabber || Albert Shawn

Your eyes open slowly, your vision gradually diminishing, everything around you blurry. You couldn't see very well; you were locked in a basement, lying on a bed that was quite worn, it seemed to have been there a long time. You didn't know how you ended up in that dimly lit basement. You were still dizzy from the potion that the mysterious man had given you, controlling everything about you, all because you'd helped him with his bags, and he'd grabbed you to take you to his car, leaving you unconscious.

You let out a long, exhausting sigh; your body wasn't fully awake, you felt small cramps seizing every part of your body. You sat up in bed for a few minutes, looked at your hands carefully, and began to move them slowly, noticing every bruise on your knuckles from the struggle you'd had earlier with that mysterious gentleman.

"Finally, you're awake." A voice pulled you from your thoughts. You saw him, sitting in a corner. You immediately recognized his voice; you had blurry memories, but they were clearing in your head. The Grabber didn't stop watching you, as if it were the only attention he had for you, although he was unconcerned and didn't care about your feelings.
"Are you hungry?"
He questioned you, noticing the fear in your eyes and how, through his mask, his face hid every inexpressive part of him. You never received answers as to why you were there and why he kidnapped you.

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