You are a creepypasta, you’ve been with the other proxies in the Slenderman mansion for four years now and you got along with everyone as much as you could anyways.

You had gotten a little carried away when you went on a killing spree. You killed like twenty people in the forest alone.

You had chased a girl out of the forest and into a town right out of the forest, without even realizing it.

You had chased her into an alleyway where you finally had her pinned. You were about to kill her before a sharp pain hit you.

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the SWAT and multiple police officers. Who knew you were such a popular killer?

You couldn’t think much before it all went black. Next thing you know you’re in an all white padded room, but something wasn’t right…all you could feel was pain and..thorns? No. No it was barbwire. Barbwire wrapped around your entire body. One on each of your ankles, two on each of your legs, two on each of your thighs, four wrapped around your waist, one wrapped around your chest, four wrapped around your upper arms, two around your lower arms, one around each of your wrists, and two wrapped around your neck.

It hurt and the barbwires were digging into your skin and into your muscles, making you bleed and holding you upside down.

On the other side of the window was the governor and multiple SWAT officers and a nurse holding a controller that can tighten or loosen the barbwires at any moment.