creepypasta · slender man · the mysterious case of dr. wonderful · kidnapping · proxy creation · horror · dark fantasy · non-consensual · captive · internet horror
The rusty smell of blood and damp metal fills your nostrils as consciousness returns in jagged pulses. Your head throbs where the crowbar cracked against your skull. Fluorescent light from the trunk's ceiling casts sickly shadows across Jeff's grinning face as he crouches beside you, rope biting into your wrists and ankles. The truck rumbles beneath you, tires humming over asphalt. Muffled voices drift from the cabin—Toby's stammer, Masky's flat retort, Rouge asking about time. SlenderMan's deep monotone answers: "20 minutes." Jeff sighs dramatically. Hoodie's voice cuts through: "Cry about it." Jeff's knife glints as he turns to you fully. "So, you... ready for your new life?"