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Dark Passenger / Johnny Slaughter

Summary: It was the late 1970’s and you and your two friends go on a road trip to visit your old hometown of Newt, Texas. Little did you know there was a stalker, waiting for his chance to make you his.

Warnings: NSFW, violence, slight non-con, kidnapping

Word count: 6.5k

READER'S POV //

It was a blistering Texas afternoon where the summer heat felt comparable to laying flat on your back on a piece of asphalt. You glanced through the blazing sun coming through the windshield to your two friends Lori and Kenny, accompanying you on a road trip back to your hometown, Newt. You all needed a well deserved break from school. For you more specifically, a break from work, since you had met a bit of a dead end after high-school. You had moved back in with your mom after school, landing you into some other unheard of backroad town and decided to be a secretary at the office she had worked in. After the constant droning of the fax machine and phone calls tirelessly coming through, day after day, you felt like you could finally breathe by visiting y’alls old town. Regardless of the rolled down windows of the truck attempting to combat the sweat collecting on your brow and making your whole body slick, you laughed as Kenny was arguing with Lori about what station is better on the radio. Blue Öyster Cult or Lynyrd Skynyrd. “Do you two ever come to any type of compromise or what?”. Lori whipped her head around with a sly smirk on her face as she flipped to her channel without even looking, as ‘Tuesday’s gone’ started playing. Kenny groaned and threw his head back and you smiled knowing it really felt just like it did back then. It was the best thing you could have asked for.

After a few hours of being on the road for occasional stops for gas, snacks, and Marlboros, you guys finally pulled into a gravel road, where a beat down rentable cabin that had looked years unoccupied was standing. You scrunched your brow and held out the wrinkled map in front of your face, like it would change the condition of the structure itself. “Kenny, you sure this was the one that your parents had recommended?” you asked. Kenny snatched the map while Lori stuck her head out the window, munching on one of the snacks out of the pile she picked up from one of the gas stations. “Yeah this is where they had their honeymoon, I swear it.” You wearily looked at the cabin and hopped out of the truck grabbing your bag out of the bed, trying to push away any doubts. The summer trip you’d been waiting on for months would go great, right?

JOHNNY'S POV //

Johnny growled as Hands made a joke along the lines of buying him a “tracking skills for dummies” book. The constant nagging was irritating and he felt sick of doing all the work himself, just to be met with bullshit from the other family members. He knew what he was doing, and he took pride in every kill he had confirmed. He hadn’t gone out on his own in a while, and maybe that would be just the thing to let him blow off some steam without the scrutiny from everyone else. He sat on the edge of his bed looking down at his big scarred hands, thumbing his skinning knife, still caked with remnants of blood. He glanced up at the old broken mirror sitting on the floor in front of him, and noticed the shit eating grin he couldn’t help but wear while thinking of what chaos he would manage to find. The eyes looking back at him in the mirror were soulless and detached. The only thing that would bring life back into them would be taking another.

READER'S POV //

After getting your bags settled in at the cabin you, Lori and Kenny had all collectively agreed this place was a shit hole. Not like you guys expected anything fancier. To be frank you were all adults in your early twenties and the budget set from all 3 of you was nothing to brag about. The discolored wallpaper in the empty, undecorated layout of the cabin hadn’t done much besides urge you guys to go out and find something to do. After grabbing some food from a tiny burger joint on the side of the road, Lori had suggested walking a mile down to the lake and you perked up at the thought of being able to cool off in the water, for the first time in what felt like forever. “So y’all are ok with me skinny dipping right?” Kenny joked, looking over at the two of you. “Man I don't really think the zodiac killer would like that Ken, he might go for you first” you said, unamused. The town of Newt had been a little on edge ever since multiple disappearances but you tried to make light of it, pushing your paranoia away. Lori giggled as you guys headed into the cabin to change and grab some supplies for the walk down. After grabbing a flashlight, backpack, a few towels and water, you 3 headed out. “Jesus… I don’t remember it being this difficult to get to when we would visit from the other side of town.” Lori muttered. You and her had stayed behind Kenny, allowing him to make the way since neither of you were too fond of roleplaying wilderness explorers. After about 15 minutes of walking, you had finally reached the opening between the trees, looking out onto the lake and you could feel the relief shared between the group. The hot Texas sun was now nothing but a small dot on the horizon and the orange sky was fading quickly into a beautiful purple tone, that reminded you why you had brought flashlights in the first place. Kenny was of course the first to rip off his shirt and shoes immediately, making a dive for the lake while yelling incoherently about how you and Lori were too slow. You and Lori looked at each other, laughing and quickly stripped down to the swimsuits y’all had been wearing underneath your clothing. The calm and still water of the lake immediately washed away the sweat and stress of the road trip and you slowly emerged into it feeling weightless.

JOHNNY'S POV //

Johnny decided to walk around the perimeter of the other properties surrounding the family house. He knew it would be stupid to attack any of the neighbors, even if they were miles away in any direction you could turn. It would bring too much attention, too close. He also knew it would be an idiot move to go to some random bar, find a girl to take to his car and murder her, although he had done that a few times. He needed to think this out and prove Sissy’s doubts wrong. He didn’t just commit acts of violence without thinking unlike Bubba or Hitch. He was more calculated. He tracked and followed his victims like some rabid hound foaming at the mouth waiting to be set free from his leash, waiting for the perfect opportunity. This time wouldn’t be any different.

He had tread his way a half hour out from the Sawyer house and was becoming increasingly irritated. Keeping himself pent up like this wasn’t good, he needed some type of release. He played a dozen scenarios in his head that made his breathing become ragged and shallow. Maybe he would stumble across a couple deep in the woods and lost. Jumping out of the thick brush of the path, just to see the look of terror on their faces and hear the screams that pierced through the top of the trees feeding his eagerness. Or maybe there would be a truck pulled over on the side of the road and he could use his mechanic skills to seem unassuming and lure the driver to be brutally met with their fate. He was pretty charming and sure as hell the easiest family member to come across as “normal”. It always benefited him. Just as his next scenario was flashing across the front of his mind he heard squeals coming from the lake and held his breath. “What do we have here?”

Johnny jogged along the path keeping his gaze on the group in between each tree he passed, until he got close- about 30 feet away from their set up. The squealing had come from a girl in her mid 20s who was thrown into the lake by another guy around the same age. There was another girl sitting beside them on the shore laughing along. “We’re having a little fun I see” he muttered. He felt his hands tremble and his heart racing at the thought of stalking up behind the girl sitting alone. She’s so oblivious. His stare immediately flickered to the girl who was now swimming back up to her other friend. The way her hair reflected in the moonlight and the water trickled off her skin as she rose up onto shore and walked toward the other girl. Johnny knew he would save this one for last. He would savor every moment that his body would tower over her small form, reflecting from beautiful eyes as he took her final breath. He would soon enough.

READER'S POV //

You hadn’t fully felt ready to get out of the lake, but Lori had seemed done a while ago and it was definitely getting late, the sun now fully set. Lori looked up at you after you had walked over to her, simultaneously trying to squeeze out any excess water in your hair. “Ya know you sure are too pretty to not be having a boyfriend”. You brushed her off and felt a twinge of guilt in your stomach knowing that you really hadn’t been doing much. Boring job, no life outside of said boring job and definitely not a partner. That’s what this trip was for, to forget about it all and not be reminded. You sat beside her on a towel attempting to dry off some more as she rambled off about the guy she had been seeing and how he had taken her to the drive-in theatre a few weeks ago. The two of you continued chatting, waiting for Kenny. Suddenly, a sharp indistinct sound grabbed your attention and you glanced over to the left where the noise had come from. “Lori you didn’t hear that?” you said nervously. “Huh-no, what are you talking about?”. She grabbed onto your arm tightly and you had called out to Kenny, abruptly feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through your now cold wet body. Kenny half jogged up to you guys, “Y'all done for the night?”. “Ken we just heard something like a branch being broken and I…I dunno, I don’t feel right I think we should head back up.” you said quietly. He didn’t really seem worried as he threw his shirt back on and shook his hair around like a wet dog. “All right let’s pack up then”. You and Lori had both scrambled to get everything together with a sense of urgency that Kenny seemed to lack. When you turned around to check the spot you had once heard the noise, you felt a sense of panic as if there was a looming darkness behind the trees and bushes you couldn’t clearly make out.

JOHNNY'S POV //

Johnny knew it wouldn’t be exactly easy to take them out all at once, although he definitely had the capacity to. He didn’t want to make it messy like his family did. He needed to take the time to let his sadistic urges take over and use his heightened skills of hunting down victims. He felt his head racing as he quickly rushed to think what type of place these kids might be staying at. “Bingo” he muttered, as he remembered the Martin’s old cabin that they rented out to stupid college kids during the summer. Johnny was all too familiar with that place, a few other victims had “gone missing” there, by his hands of course. He picked up his pace, steadily jogging towards the old cabin that had nothing but a curse written on it now.

READER'S POV //

You and Lori had stayed closely behind Kenny as the trek back up had now felt twice as long and tiring. “Are you even sure of what you heard? I mean it could have been an animal ya know?”. Lori said, her tone now much more serious compared to the usual. “No I can’t explain it but I just have a terrible gut feeling” you said out of breath. Kenny turned around to glance at the two of you with a worried expression. You weren’t entirely convinced he had fully believed that there was a reason to freak out, but you could never deny he cared about you and Lori. When you had moved to Newt in junior high school you didn’t have a hard time making friends. You were always an outspoken and happy kid and Lori was just the same. You had quickly become friends and she’d introduced you to her friend Kenny, who had fit perfectly into the group. A stereotypical airhead of a guy with a big heart is how you would describe him. The family you had found with them had made the issues at home seem so nonexistent that it killed you to leave them after highschool. Being here now was supposed to feel safe.

By the time you guys had reached the cabin, Lori had practically collapsed on the couch and Kenny had stared outside of the open door for a minute. “Well, hopefully whatever serial killer that was following us is maybe bored or lost at this point” Lori said with a loud exhale. “That’s not funny!” you said, throwing the old stained couch pillow on top of her. Kenny closed the door and locked it. “Listen I’m not saying I don’t believe you but I’m sure it’s the stress of today and just bein’ somewhere you aren’t used to ya know?”. Kenny said, leaning his head on the back of the couch. You nodded and Lori quickly got up, saying she needed to change out of her swimsuit into something more comfortable. The room you and her were staying in was in the back of the cabin, empty and small, with a door to the back patio and a washed out blue colored blanket covering the surprisingly comfortable bed. After she changed, the three of you had met back up in the living room, sitting around talking about where you had all been in life recently. You decided to head back to you and Lori’s room to grab your card deck out of your bag, since you all needed a distraction to calm your nerves. Just as you dug the small deck out of the front pocket, you saw the handle to the door shaking as if someone was attempting to open it from the outside and you fell back in panic.

JOHNNY'S POV // After practically sprinting to the little shit hole of a cabin, Johnny grinned knowing he had correctly guessed where the group was staying. He saw the old beat up cherry red Ford sitting unmoved in the gravel path leading up to the cabin. He tried the handle and scoffed as the car door opened with no rejection from the lock. “This shit’s almost too easy��. He popped off the piece of plastic under the driver's side wheel and took out his knife to cut the wire leading to the ignition. As he heard the voices of the group coming back from the trail to the lake, he quickly popped the plastic back in, shutting the door to the truck quietly. He jogged over to the side of the house, his heart beating in his chest knowing how close he was getting to the thing he needed most, a fresh kill.

It was almost hard to think clearly. It was about the only flaw he would admit to himself. When he was closing in on a victim he couldn’t help but get tunnel vision, focusing only on whoever would be targeted first. His head spun with the sick fantasies of what he could do to make this attack drag out and fill every last need he wanted. He knew it was the one thing that made him messy and tried to suppress the urges to just kick down the door and start slicing at anything that breathed or moved. Johnny could feel every jerk and movement in his body and could feel the heat of his blood rising, his senses overwhelmed. He really needed to get his shit together.

Stalking around the cabin he glanced into the windows, seeing the group in the living room sitting around talking. He wasn't worried about them seeing him, he was used to being the predator slinking around in the shadows, especially after his recent encounter with the 6 sorority girls in Granger Hill. He went around the back to the porch, where he spotted a door he assumed led to one of the bedrooms, since the layout of the place itself wasn’t all too big. As he tried to check if it was locked or not, he heard a subtle thump on the other side of the door. He slowly released the handle and grinned, stepping backwards off the porch knowing they would all soon be aware of the demise they’d be met with. The one Johnny had complete control of.

READER'S POV //

Kenny and Lori both rushed in quickly to see you panting on the ground scooting backward towards the bedroom door. “What the fuck is going on?” Kenny snapped. You turned around to see the confusion and shock on Lori while Kenny wore just as tense of an expression, albeit holding more anger than you’d ever seen him show. “I- The knob….” you sucked in short breaths, your brain still attempting to register what the intentions of whoever was behind the door could bear. “SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO COME IN!” you gasped out. Kenny immediately headed towards the front door of the cabin, practically throwing the thing open as you stumbled behind him, crying for him to not go outside. You could feel the gravel kicking out from under your feet as you scrambled to Kenny, who was already standing in the middle of what you could imagine where a driveway would be if this shitty cabin ever managed to deserve one. “There’s no one out here as far as I can tell, y’all need to get inside and let me check it out” he said concern lacing his voice. “Kenny, are you serious right now? Get inside so we can figure out what the hell is goin’ on around here” Lori spoke up. They never really did come to compromises did they.

After about an hour of arguments and a tension in the room that would make you pass out if you heard so much as a leaf blow in the wind outside, you all had come to the conclusion that getting a cheap motel room somewhere, or even sleeping in the truck would be better than staying here overnight. As you and Lori haphazardly packed up the few things you had unpacked in the unfinished first night of being here, Kenny went to start the truck and secure the area again. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ with me”. You and Lori both headed out the door, bags in tow, hearing Kenny cursing and hitting his fists against the steering wheel. “What?” you asked worriedly. “The fuckin’ truck won’t start! It’s the ignition; it won’t turn over it just keeps fucking skipping.. Man I knew that old geezer shot me a lower price for a reason.” A feeling of dread washed over you as you stood there defeated, knowing deep in the back of your mind that this all couldn’t be just a sick coincidence.

JOHNNY'S POV //

Johnny squatted near the side of the cabin holding his ragged breath, keeping his sight fixed on the group arguing about what to do and where to go. It was perfect, like watching a pack of small rabbits trying to outrun a fox that hadn’t eaten in weeks. He knew he had to stay patient and play his cards right. He couldn’t rush this. The guy he had learned was named ‘Kenny’ had proposed an idea to go and try to make his way into town, at least to use a phone and the girls begrudgingly agreed, not really having any other option. Looking at him now Johnny knew he wouldn’t be much of a fight. He carried a similar build in terms of height but Johnny was easily twice as big. ‘Making it easier on me now, I won’t complain’, he thought. He watched as the two girls headed back inside and he felt his gaze fall onto one of them in particular, as if it had been held there by an unknown force. The way her jean shorts perfectly hugged her body and the crocheted cover up thrown over her bikini showed just enough to leave his mind racing. He couldn’t confirm it, but he knew the expression on his face hid little to what was going on inside his head.

Kenny was an easy fight as he had already calculated. Several miles down on the empty unlight gravel path, back towards town gave Johnny plenty of cover and distance on the poor kid. He had easily trekked far enough ahead that jumping out and stabbing him with his knife couldn’t really have been a better scenario. The guy didn’t even have much time to react, let alone scream or fully grasp what was even going on. Johnny hated it. He wanted the chase, the adrenaline, the full fledged take over in his body that let him freely act and the satisfaction of wiping the fresh blood of a terrified victim on his black cut-off shirt.

Knowing the two girls were in the cabin now alone and terrified made him pick up his pace on the way back, ready to carry out a brutal murder that would be in town headlines for months.

As he finally approached the window on the outside of the back of the cabin-the one directly peering into the bedroom where the two girls were staying, he watched for a moment. Both of them were sitting on the bed talking quietly. Lori’s back faced towards the window and Johnny's eyes helplessly fell onto the girl in front of her sitting partially slumped over. Her hair falling down in front of her face, covering her exhausted eyes and upturned eyebrows carrying the weight of unknowing what would come next. It was exactly where he wanted her. He silently moved up the side of the cabin, up to the front door where he effortlessly slid a credit card he had swiped from some other forgotten victim's wallet and managed to shimmey the lock, slowly pushing it open so as to not make any sound.

READER'S POV //

30 minutes or so after Kenny had left, you had gotten restless from sitting around waiting for what felt like could only be bad news. “I’m going to go shower.” You told Lori looking at her with a soft expression, “If you need anything just come in there, I’ll leave the door unlocked, ok?” She nodded, still obviously worried, but you could see the exhaustion in her eyes, taking the form of dark circles. You knew there was nothing else comparable to clearing your mind besides a physical cleanse of your body, and you couldn’t keep waiting around, the stillness only putting your nerves on edge even further. After exiting the room with a clean change of clothes, you headed towards the bathroom. You stopped in the space between the bathroom and bedroom door and felt a cold chill go down your spine. Quickly, you spun around and spotted nothing alarming in the darkness as your pulse quickened and your eyes darted around, trying to adjust to the lack of light. ‘Geez I really need a fucking shower and some sleep’ you thought to yourself. You knew in your heart you weren’t overreacting but there was no point in stressing out until there was a reason. You needed to stay vigilant.

JOHNNY'S POV //

He saw her taking small, tired steps towards the bathroom with a pile of clothing and towel clutched in her small hands. ‘So sweet and helpless’ he thought. He felt a sudden rush of blood go straight to his dick and suddenly his jeans felt a size too small. No, not yet, he needed to keep tracking, following every movement. She suddenly spun around but he wouldn’t just be out in the open, no that was something Hitch would do. Johnny was an expert in playing this little hide and seek game. After a fleeting moment of deafening silence she continued to make her way to the bathroom and he shortly heard the water turn on.

He needed to leave her for last, so he headed towards the bedroom where he knew Lori would be. She was laying down with the covers lazily thrown over her body and he could tell she wasn’t fully asleep quite yet, but seemed on the brink of dozing off from how slow her breathing had gotten. He took the opportunity to lunge himself forward and grab her by the throat but she reacted faster than he expected. “Fuck, you ain’t getting away from me yet!” Johnny barked. After a bit of a struggle Lori had managed to kick his weight off of her and crawl on the ground, but before she could even turn around, he hit her over the head with the lamp on the otherwise empty nightstand. She collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, and Johnny sucked air through his teeth in a grimace. Shit. He didn’t want to make a scene yet. He didn’t want any unneeded attention coming to the bedroom, but it seemed like that was a bit too late.

READER'S POV //

Halfway through stripping off your clothes from the day and reaching out to feel the temperature of the water, you heard a man’s voice and a loud thump. You couldn’t help but pause at the sound and you could feel the air escaping your lungs. Maybe Kenny had come back? Maybe he found tools to fix the truck and let them hit the floor in a celebration of getting the fuck out of here? You knew it was a silly thought, but it was the only thing giving you any type of courage and carefully stepped over the crocheted top and shorts piled on the ground, fully opening the bathroom door with a trembling hand. “Lori?” you paused for a moment. “Kenny?” You needed to confirm if it was him, pushing away the thought that you truly knew it would never be him there to save both you and Lori.

You took a deep breath and peered out of the doorframe to see a tall 6’2” stature in front of you, half illuminated by the light coming from behind you. Your heart dropped and you locked your wide eyes with his. “Hey doll”, the man said with a smirk growing bigger by the second. You weren’t sure what you expected when presented with this situation, but it sure as hell wasn’t standing there limp, unable to move. The fresh blood splattered on his shirt and thump that had come moments before left your mind feeling numb. This was it, you were done for. In a split second you sprinted towards the kitchen, hoping to try and get a knife or anything that could assist you, in hopes of seeing one last sunrise in this godforsaken empty town.

The man behind you seemed in no rush at all, in fact he seemed amused at your panicked state, slowly sauntering over to where you had backed yourself against the kitchen counter, tears welling up in your eyes. “Name’s Johnny by the way, I never caught yours sweetheart”. You whimpered realizing there was nowhere else to turn and this sick freak was not the type to just let you try to run again. You could feel that his patience was wearing thin, waiting for you to move at any second so he could sink his teeth in. He slowly inched closer and closer to the point that his body was flush against yours. You let out a small yelp and pushed yourself as far back as you could against the counter. You swore you could feel his heart beating with how hard he had pressed up against you. His breath tickled your neck and made you feel sick as he said in a low husky tone, “When I saw you at the lake, I knew I needed to find out what kind of girl you were”. If this wasn’t a low budget horror movie scenario, you might have found his southern twang and deep husky tone attractive. The way his built frame towered over yours and was littered with scars, from what you would’ve assumed were from working on a farm, could have possibly even made you feel like a highschool kid with a crush. His dark hair falling forward from the slick back he had taken his time with, the same morning you and your best friends had set out for your trip, would’ve reminded you of a movie star. His dark eyes and structured face would be one you would’ve been able to spot from across the bar. But this wasn’t a movie, this was real, and it was life or death.

JOHNNY'S POV //

He had finally gotten you where he wanted. It was only you and him for miles from his perspective and he would get what he needed. The way you squirmed and whimpered underneath him was doing nothing to help the rush of heat he had felt building up earlier. What he really wanted to find out, is if you were just as depraved as he considered himself. Slowly lifting his knee to press in between your thighs against your core and the state of your weak, slumped body was easy to him. It felt like you belonged there. You two fit perfectly like an accidental miss-printed puzzle. You would see it soon enough. Johnny did get these urges from time to time and acted on them when he saw fit, but with you it felt different. He was watching you break and enjoying every second of it.

READER'S POV //

You continued to softly cry. You weren’t done fighting but didn't want him to know that yet. Let him think he’d won and let his guard down, and you would make your move. “Baby, you're getting a little warm here, huh?” he said lowly, rubbing his thigh, padded in the thick material of his jeans against the thin material of your swimsuit bottoms and you gasped at the friction. It’s not supposed to feel good, fuck. What about Kenny? Lori? Don’t lose focus, this is what you need to let him do to try and get away. He grabbed the bottom of your chin guiding your gaze up to him and you could’ve sworn his eyes had darkened from the last time you’d met them, as if that was even possible. You looked at him innocently, gazing up with as much yearn as you could muster in the moment. If you could convince him you were helpless maybe he’d be less on edge. You hoped. “Johnny.. What do you want from me?” you whispered. He continued to stare down at you with an almost expressionless face before looking down to focus on tugging your bottoms to the side. The sudden movement made you jolt and you told yourself the tingling spreading throughout your body was from fear, not lust. You quickly grabbed at his wrist and he flicked his eyes back to yours. There was a long moment of silence, Johnny’s dark gaze challenging your own. You finally got the courage to speak up, saying in a quiet, shaky voice, “Why not take yours off first?”. It almost made you nauseated at how you were acting, but this could be your only escape. He moved back enough to start undoing his belt and you dropped to your knees in front of him. “See I knew you’d be a good girl for me, I was damn right. Ya’ know I might even keep you for a while sweetheart”, letting out a deep chuckle. You swallowed the fear you had for your future if he had any genuine interest behind that statement. Your heart was racing, your mind was becoming fuzzy and fear was increasingly pooling in the pit of your stomach. As soon his belt hit the ground, he looked down to start unzipping his pants. As soon as his black eyes had left yours, adrenaline shot through your once paralyzed form and you used the strength you never knew you’d had to start running. Running to where? You weren’t sure but you had to keep running. You heard Johnny from behind you barking out, “Go ahead and run, I’ll find you!”. Your lungs burned and your legs felt weak as you managed to get outside the cabin and halfway down the gravel path that had still stretched far out before any sight of the road, screaming for anyone’s help. You screamed, knowing Johnny had managed to easily outrun you. He grabbed you and shoved you to the ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Looking up at him, towering over you, you prayed this would all just end, not wanting to know the horrors that would follow.

JOHNNY'S POV //

“All this squirmin’ around only makes it more fun for me.” He grunted while pinning your hands above your head, finally able to see you how he had remembered at the lake, the image of you burned into his mind. Your smooth skin hugged tightly in a white netted bikini, reflecting off the bright Texas moon, eyes wide and a grimace worn on your pretty face. You tried to twist out of his grasp and kicked the road underneath you to slip away, but his grip on you was unrelenting. You kept fighting like that for a few minutes until you finally seemed to realize it was futile from the start. “You really gonna leave a man with his pants down like that?”. You once again looked up at him, but this time there was a new look. One of fear, but there was something more intense behind it, making Johnny smile. He drank in your complicated expression, grinning ear to ear. He felt shivers travel down his body, he was itching to break you down, destroy you. “I knew you weren’t as perfect as you were pretendin’ to be. You want me in the same twisted way I want you.” You stayed silent, holding your breath as Johnny used his big hands to explore your form. It felt like you were scared to make any move at all, but he knew you attempting another escape wouldn’t happen. He could tell by the way your breath hitched when he ran his fingers down your stomach, the flutter of your lashes when he brought his face closer to yours and the slight forward movement of your hips when he grabbed them, leveling them with his crotch. You broke just as easily as he expected. Now you were his and there was nothing you could do to change that.

READER'S POV //

You shuddered as Johnny practically manhandled you on the rough gravel road. Using what was left of your strength to attempt kicking his 200 pound build off of you, and wiggle out of his grip seemed useless, and you finally just laid there underneath him waiting for blackness to over take your vision. You closed your eyes bracing for the hot surge of a rusty skinning knife penetrating into your smooth skin, ending your life. You thought of your family's reaction upon hearing the news that you were murdered. Your chest felt heavy as if your heart was breaking in real time. What a tragedy.

Your eyes shot open after you heard a sinister laugh coming from the man in front of you, his knees straddling over your small form, his face looking down at you like you were his prey. He was so sick, he was enjoying every second of your pain and struggle. “You really thought you would get the easy way out? You got me all riled up and then tried to leave, that’s cruel, sweetheart.” You felt shameful at your body's reaction to the way he touched you. The way he leaned over you made your breath fall short and the feeling of his arms holding your legs over his waist made your hips jerk up involuntarily. You could feel the warm tears rolling down your cheek as Johnny wiped them away, looking down at you sadistically. “Don’t cry, pretty girl, I’ll take good care of you.” he said, sarcasm lacing his words. The last thing you remember was staring up at him with wide eyes, before Johnny used the back of his skinning knife to hit you over the head, knocking you out cold.

JOHNNY'S POV //

“I guess this girl had more in ‘er than I thought” he sighed. He held his cigarette out of the old cherry red Ford truck's open window and stared out blankly across the road passing by. He loved taking these empty roads back to the Sawyer house. He glanced back at your body in the back seat, wrists and ankles secured by rope and the peaceful look on your face after being knocked unconscious. Not that he’d care, but by the time you woke up, he doubted you would complain about the ache you felt from how tight he’d made them in his aggravation with your disobedience. You’d probably complain about the look of his shed where you’d be staying with him. Or maybe the other family members. It’s all right. You’d grow to like it. He would make sure of it. As he took in a long drag of his cigarette, he heard the radio playing an urgent news report and he could feel his smirk grow wider across his lips.

In recent news, a small town known as Granger Hill, Texas has reported a gruesome murder of a local man named Kenny Elwood and it has been uncovered that there could possibly be one other victim, according to officials. The confirmed survivor will be referred to as LM to keep her identity private, but police are still in search of another young woman. No leads have been met with the lack of evidence, as well as an inconclusive description of the perpetrator from the known survivor. More details may be released to the public in the future but if you have any tips please refer to the Granger Hill Sheriff's department.

Author's note:

Hello guys :] My first official fic posted yay! I wanted to say thank you for reading, and in light of the recent TCM game news, I am still planning on potentially writing more for Johnny in the future regardless of the downfall of Gun interactive (AKA evil devs). Any critique is always welcome, just please be nice to me or I'll blow up. OK love you guys <3

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