breathe
dr jonathan crane x reader
warnings: kidnapping, torture via fear gas, scarecrow is a bad guy, slight stockholm syndrome, yandere but also at the same time its scarecrow.... so its just him ig, lmk if i missed anything!
this was a request sorry this is so late baddie
every day was torture.
“deep breath in.” his low, dark voice sent tingles down your spine. you used to fight against him, but you couldn’t tell day or night anymore. you didn’t have the fire in you anymore. “come on, sweetheart. open your eyes for me.” you sluggishly open your eyes and see his piercing gaze full of unsettling curiosity. “good, good.” he uses his fingers to pry your eyelids open and shine a light in. it vaguely reminds you of going to the doctors. you hear the click of a recorder before he starts to speak. “three. eighteen. eight. twenty-six. subject has red eyes and dilated pupils. the fear gas is working as intended every night, but with more exposure, more resistance is building. a stronger strain needs to be created for the plan to work.” he puts the light away and releases your eyelids. you watch as he walks out of your sight.
you call out, weakly, “help…” hoping someone will hear your weak cries, but just like yesterday and the day before, no one comes to your aid. you let your eyes close before taking a deep breath. you use up all of the energy you have left in you to scream, “HELP M-” a hand slaps painfully against your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“now now, darling…” he presses his mouth into a thin line. “this kind of behavior is not… tolerated here. not after all the work it took to find us a quiet place to work.” you can hardly see through your tears. his hand leaves your mouth to your waist, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. you let him touch, desperate for a kind touch. you lean into his touch, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. you hear a dark chuckle and mumbling, “interesting. so… needy.” he smirks, hand moving to your waist to your hair.
“doctor…” you whimper as he pets your hair.
“yes, darling?” he whispers into your ear.
“please let me go home…” you whisper. his hand stops moving. it drifts from your hair to your neck, slowly tightening.
“what did you say?” you hear irritation in his voice.
“please dr. crane-” you couldn’t get the words out as he tightens the hand around your throat. you choke, hands flying to free your neck. you kick, but he climbs on top of you, holding your legs down.
“how many times do i have to tell you that this behavior is not tolerated here?” you hear something hiss and spot a tank. you could feel yourself start to lose consciousness when he lifts the mask to your face. “breathe.”
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