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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Creepypasta_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jeffrey_Woods_|_Jeff_the_Killer/Reader
  Character:
      Jeffrey_Woods_|_Jeff_the_Killer
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Graphic_Violence, Kidnapping, Abuse, Stockholm
      Syndrome, I_mean_its_Jeff, Jeff_is_also_24_in_this_story, timeline_is
      altered_just_a_bit, Blood_Kink, Knife_Play, Smut, Jeff_is_super_duper
      manipulative, And_he_gets_away_with_it, Sociopathy, Internal_Conflict
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-20 Updated: 2017-11-18 Chapters: 16/? Words: 34600
****** Tainted ******
by odrugs
Summary
     I took a swig of the whiskey that was leaning on its side next to me,
     probably a day or two old. I rested my head on my hand and took a
     deep breath in, looking down the long road ahead of me. Am I really
     doing the right thing here?
     I look to my right at the unconscious body in the passenger seat.
     Of course I am.
Notes
     Okay this is my first time posting any kind of fanfiction. I've been
     working on this for a couple of weeks and I decided it was good
     enough to post. This, however, is not your fan-version of Jeff. This
     story will contain graphic violence, rape, abuse and kidnapping. I'll
     post a warning at the beginning of each chapter. I plan on updating
     this story weekly, but I already have 4 of the chapters written, so I
     might post a few randomly. Feel free to comment anything you'd like.
     Enough with my rambling, here is Chapter One of Tainted.
***** Chapter 1 *****
     Jeff took great pleasure instilling fear into his victim's lives. He was a
sick and twisted individual that you wanted nothing to do with. Unfortunately,
you didn't have a say in the matter.
   
    You remember the night he broke into your house. You remember seeing the
glint of his knife as he pinned you down to your bed and held the metal against
your throat. You remember the sickening laugh that gurgled in his throat as he
watched you struggle beneath him. 
 
    And now he does this regularly, scaring the wits out of you whenever you
least expect it. He enjoys watching you look behind you constantly everywhere
you go. You feel as if you're walking on eggshells in your own home. You're not
safe anywhere. He's gotten under your skin.
 
    And he knows it.
 
***
 
    It was about 5 a.m., so you went downstairs and made yourself breakfast. As
you sat down on the couch with your cereal, you felt a rush of dense air cloud
over you, which made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. You turned
around, fully expecting him to be there. (No thanks to the horror movie cliches
you've been watching.) Once you turned around however, you were greeted with
emptiness. You sighed in relief and continued with your morning as usual.
   
    Once you were dressed and ready for school, you walked out of your house,
locking the doors of course, and headed down the road. You lived in the
northern coastal edge of Virginia, and your school was only a few blocks down
from where you lived so you settled for walking instead of taking the bus. It
was an absolutely frigid morning, but the air was clean and crisp. You could
hear the distant hum of the highway as you walked on the frozen-over grass. You
always made sure to be aware of your surroundings, especially considering your
predicament.
 
    Jeff took his time with you, getting to know every inch of your mind...
While your knowledge of him was limited to the police reports you've read in
articles on the web. Articles you thought to be phony. Articles explained the
tragic story of a 13 year old who had been bullied so much, he set out to kill
them and his own family. You never believed in the ludicrous claims of your
high school peers: 
 
    "That teenager was burned so badly, I heard he doesn't have eyelids!"
 
   "Really? I heard he took a knife to his face! Totally fucked his mouth up
into this huge bloody smile!"
 
    Of course, the story of the burned 13 year old came up only around
Halloween time, the incident happened 11 years ago in 2005. People used his
story to tell in the dark... to give children nightmares. You never believed
the rumors; they were too... too insane. Instead, you shunned your classmates
for making fun of such a devastating narrative. Little did you know; those
rumors were true. 
   
    As you arrived at your school, you sat down with your friends and chatted
until the bell rang for class. The day went smoothly... normal as usual. Normal
up until lunch, that is.
   
    You usually opt to eat lunch in the chorus room, it's much quieter in there
than it is in the cafeteria. After grabbing your lunch, you swung open the door
to the empty chorus room and sat down to eat. The chorus room was fairly large,
equipped with a piano in the front of the room and another one to the side.
There were multiple doors leading to ultimately the same place. One main door,
and two back doors that led you outside or to the auditorium. The walls were
white with random paintings on them from past students. The room also had a
glorious echo to it which enhanced the choir's voice when they sang. You adored
this room.
   
    You sat down and unpacked your lunch, taking a breath in. You've been on
edge lately because your encounters with Jeff had been limited the past week.
He hasn't visited as often as he usually does. His visits usually consist of
him breaking in through your window—which he now demands to be unlocked—and
whatever comes next is unbeknownst to you. Sometimes he'd have you raid your
own refrigerator for food for himself, other times he'd threaten you with sharp
pokes from his knife. You never dared to have a conversation with him. It was
always yes and no or one worded answers. 
   
    There was one time where all he did was sit on the desk in your room and
demand you to sleep. 
 
    "Pretend I'm not here..." he had said, resting his head on his hand. Of
course, you didn't sleep at all. You settled for turning over so you wouldn't
have to watch him stare at you with those eyes of his. You found it impossible
to imagine the man behind you as a 13 year old. Not with his height... not with
his sharp features... and most certainly not with his scars. 11 years and his
scars looked as if they were brand new. 
 
 
    Finishing your lunch—which consisted of fruit snacks and water seeing as
how you couldn't focus on anything this morning, let alone pack a decent
lunch—you stood up from your seat and threw your trash away. You began humming
a tune as you walked your way to the door, but you heard a click coming from
the back of the room, and the air was thickened. 
 
   Thud... thud... thud...
   
    Those are his shoes. You know the sound all too well. Should you look back?
No, don't. Should you keep walking? No, don't even think about it. You're in
trouble. It can't possibly be him... how could he have gotten into the school?
 
    "Aren't you going to say hi?" He said tauntingly. "After all, I went
through all that trouble of following you here. Y'know you should really say
something to the office about the security officer. He can't do his job if he's
all tied up."
 
    You stood still and didn't dare to look back at him. You didn't realize it,
but you were holding your breath. The footsteps stopped, along with your
heartbeat. You could feel yourself stiffen in his presence. Everything was
silent. Everything was still.
 
    You felt his icy fingertips trace up your spine, and that's when you made
the decision to run. 
 
    
 
    
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter warnings include Rape/Non Con, and underage sex. Here is
     chapter 2!
    You didn't make it to the handle before Jeff pinned you up against the
door, not allowing any movement. Your efforts were useless, you weren't going
anywhere. Now your only hope is for someone to walk in and save you. Why didn't
you notice him following you? Now you're paying for your recklessness. Because
of your lack of caution, you're now left in his hands. 
 
    You twisted your head away from him as he whispered obscenities in your
ear, smelling of stale cigarettes. He turned your head back to him, giving you
an opportunity to scan his face. You glanced over the creases and scars on his
tattered face; his strong jaw, and piercing eyes. What was he going to do?
Certainly he wouldn't... he wouldn't! Those thoughts quickly left your mind as
Jeff brought your face to his in a violent and needy kiss. You tasted the
whiskey he'd been drinking earlier which lingered around and burned your
tongue. He left your mouth and began to attack your neck, biting and sucking at
it as you held back tears. 
 
    Was this going to be the end of your purity? The end of your life? Was this
your fate? To be defiled by a serial killer in a dark and empty chorus room?
You groaned against the door, you're not sure if it was a response to the
unwanted pleasure you were receiving or if it was a poor attempt to cry for
help. Jeff's fingers lifted up the skirt you were wearing and prodded at your
underwear. You pressed yourself even further into the door, praying that
somehow you'd be able to melt inside of it just to get away. That's when he
grabbed the back of your thighs and hiked your legs up around his waist. 
 
    With your legs spread, you looked up to see the malicious grin he wore so
well spread wider than ever. Unfortunately, your tears began to slip down your
cheeks as his finger delved past your underwear and straight to your sex.
 
    "Be a doll and keep cryin' for me," he growled into your neck. "It makes
me harder." 
 
    You cried out when he took his two fingers and slowly pressed them into
you, forcing an uncomfortable sound to escape your mouth. 
 
    "Stop, stop-"
 
    "Keep begging, cry harder for me, squirm a little more... go right ahead.
You're doing all the right things, baby." he laughed. He took his fingers out
of you and inserted them into his mouth, tongue curling around each nimble
finger. A look of disgust and anger flooded across your face as you turned away
from him yet again, only for him to grip your face harder than before. 
 
    After prying your jaw open, he shoved the same two fingers into your mouth
and kept them there while he placed his thumb underneath your chin, painfully
gripping your lower jaw. Jeff steadied himself and brought the prominent bulge
in his pants closer to your opening. He lowered your body further down so he
could feel the heat between your legs on his erection. You felt like a hot
mess... hot and wet at the hands of this psycho. It was humiliating. 
 
    Jeff's fingers were still inside of your mouth when he began to slowly
grind his groin against you, making you gasp whenever he hit a certain spot.
His fingers inched further and further into your mouth with each thrust, you
were nearly gagging around them. He removed his fingers and plunged them back
into your walls, resuming the pumping movements; only more erratic this time
around. Only when you heard the sound of a zipper being undone, did your panic
finally start to set in.
 
    "That's it, that's it. That look of realization. That look of unadulterated
fear. Oh, fuck... you're pressing all of the right buttons, baby, keep it up."
Jeff's palm went over your mouth as he entered you none too gently. You let out
a muffled scream, and began crying again, grabbing at his hand.
 
    "At a girl... Just like that." he said as he moved in and out of you,
watching the look on your face with every thrust. You could feel your heart in
your throat. It was burning, you felt dizzy and ill; but aroused and pleasured
at the same time. You felt disgusted with your body's natural response to
his... affection.His breath became ragged as he quickened his pace. Your legs,
wrapped around his waist, were inching him closer towards you. Your body wanted
every inch, despite your head screaming in protest. Jeff's hair invaded your
vision as he tortured your neck again, more desperate now that he was close.
Your eyes pleasantly rolled into the back of your head as you found yourself
deep in immense pleasure, nothing like you've ever felt before. Your body began
synchronizing with his hips, heightening the feeling. 
 
    The hand that was over your mouth was removed, and you deeply inhaled his
scent, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The door you were against began
to feel sticky with sweat after a while, but you couldn't care less. You clawed
at his back and shoulders as he plowed into you mercilessly, begging him not to
stop. Curses spit out of Jeff's mouth as he came, while you saw nothing but
white. As you were both riding out the waves of your orgasm, Jeff slowly fell
to his knees, causing you to slide down the door with him. Your breath mixed
with his as you both were panting, trying to regulate your heartbeat again.
 
    As you regain your composure and come to your senses, you quickly scramble
to your feet. You wipe away the saliva from your tear-stricken face. Your legs
were quivering and your tears threatened to fall again, however you refused to
give him that satisfaction. After wiping the sweat away from his face, he said,
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it? What's the matter...?" He stood up, and you
reached for the door handle but Jeff grabbed your arm. "Haven't had a good fuck
like that in a while... maybe I can let off some steam like this more often,
hmm?"
 
    "We'll see each other again soon." he said, pulling your arm downwards,
making you fall over. He left the room through the back door, leaving you to be
alone with your thoughts. 
 
    
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Kidnapping
See the end of the chapter for more notes
    After a few minutes of sobbing, you had collected yourself enough to walk
out of the empty room. The chorus room... The room that once held good memories
has now been soiled and dragged to a deep, dark place that you never want to be
in again. It's ruined. 
 
    You walked out of the room and into the hallway, which earned you judging
glances from your peers. You must look completely disheveled, but you didn't
care. You needed to go home and sleep. You walked through the front doors of
the school and went home. 
 
    Jeff has been stalking you for, how long now? Has it been 8 months or a
year? You couldn't tell. He's threatened you, frightened you, harmed you, and
now he's defiled your innocence. You wanted nothing to do with him since the
night you met him. You were always a headstrong individual, scared of nothing.
But in the eyes and hands of Jeff, you were nothing but a useless toy. You've
always quivered with fear in his presence. You never know what he's thinking of
or what he's going to do next. And he takes pride in knowing that he's
instilled that type of fear into you... The fear of the unknown. 
 
    You walked up to your porch and unlocked the door to your house, sighing in
relief to find that it was empty. You immediately walked upstairs and into the
bathroom to take a shower. God knows your insides feel completely disgusting.
While getting undressed, you glanced at the reflection in the mirror and
gasped. Your neck looked utterly abused. It was covered in deep purple bruises
all the way down to your collarbone. Your face was beat-red as you'd been
crying, and there was a faint outline of Jeff's hand where it had been placed
over your mouth. Your hands glided over the marks on your hip bones; the ones
he left with his nails. Similar hand prints were on your thighs, where he'd
been holding you. 
 
    "How am I going to hide these..." You muttered as you walked into the hot
shower. You leaned your head back and let the hot water run down your cuts and
bruises in an attempt to cleanse them. They stung as the water hit them making
you hiss. Despite the stinging sensation, you grabbed the soap bar and cleaned
yourself over and over, practically rubbing your skin raw until you felt that
there would be no trace of him left on you. Setting the soap down and washing
yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. You carefully
stepped outside of the shower because your legs were still terribly sore.
Twisting your hair into the towel, you threw on pajama shorts and a large shirt
and walked to your room. 
 
    You found yourself slowly twisting the doorknob and peering inside to make
sure there was no one in the room. And to your relief, there wasn't. You didn't
bother to blow dry your hair, all you wanted was to bundle yourself into the
sheets and sleep for days. However, once you were under the blankets, you
couldn't stop replaying the incident in your head. You could still smell his
scent, hear his words, and feel his presence with you. The tears began flowing
again, and this time you didn't stop them from falling. You sobbed into your
pillow until you were a hiccuping mess. But at least you managed to cry
yourself into a deep sleep. 
 
***
 
    A soft click could be heard could be heard from inside of your room, waking
you up. The blinding LED lights from your clock told you that it was 9:37 p.m..
Before your eyes could adjust to the darkness around you, you heard footsteps
coming your way. You panicked and went to stand up, but the person in your room
pinned you down before you could defend yourself. 
 
    The last thing you remembered was hearing the words,
 
    "My apologies."
 
***
 
Jeff's POV:
 
    I pressed the gas pedal down a bit too fast, causing the old truck to lurch
forward roughly. "Piece of shit..." I mumbled as I flicked the cigarette out of
the window. I took a swig of the whiskey that was leaning on its side next to
me, probably a day or two old. Sighing, and resting my head on my hand, I
looked down the long road ahead of me. Am I really doing the right thing here?
I look to my right at the unconscious body in the passenger seat. I chuckled...
Of course I am. 
 
    Taking the bottle, I shake its remaining contents out on my guest. She
stirs and wipes her face off. "Wake up." I said. (Y/n) suddenly jolts up,
looking frantically around her. I smirk, causing her to lash out in a fit of
rage. 
 
    "I cannot believe you! You- you took me from my home! Where are you taking
me? What- Who do you think you are?! Take me back-'
 
    "Don't make me regret waking you up, I have a giant fucking migraine and
you're doing nothing to help it."
 
    Silence, and then a shaken sigh. I looked at her to see that she was
crying... again. 
 
    "Knock it off." 
 
    (Y/n) glared at me, and said "Knock it off? I've been raped and kidnapped
in the last 24 hours and you want me to knock it off?" 
 
    "If I'm not mistaken, you were begging me not to stop near the end. So I
don't wanna hear any of your bullshit. I also told you that I'd see you soon,
and I kept my promise, now didn't I?" I replied. She scoffed, "You're
disgusting." 
 
    "I try my best." 
 
    "What are you even doing?" She asked. Hell, I don't even know the answer to
that question myself. I really didn't know why I was doing this. Call it
boredom.
 
Call it lust, you mean?
 
    What? No.
 
Jealousy?
 
    No, damn it.
 
    "Are you going just ignore the question or are you going to answer me?" She
asked. 
 
Ah, that attitude... I'm gonna have fun breaking it. 
 
    "We're going to my place." I told her.
 
    "We're in the middle of nowhere, I haven't seen a house in miles... A-are
those mountains?!" 
 
    "What the fuck else would they be?" I said. I heard her mutter a curse
under her breath, then she asked, "Where exactly are we?" 
 
    "We're in the Shenandoah Valley, don't you like the isolation out here?" I
chuckled. "I fucking love it."
 
    (Y/n) then started to panic out loud, saying things like, "I'm six hours
away from home," and "I can't believe this is happening," and "What am I going
to do?" 
 
    "I'd start with shutting up. I've got this migraine remember? Let me tell
you, there's nothing worse than a serial killer with a migraine, So take my
advice and enjoy the fucking ride." I said, glancing at her. "Enjoy the
ride..." She mocked. After a few minutes of angrily tapping her index finger
against her knee, she gave in and relaxed into the seat and propped her legs
onto the dashboard. 
 
    "You might want to put those back down, my hands tend to linger..." I said.
She shot me a glare and put them down. 
 
I'm definitely doing the right thing. 
 
    
 
  
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! POV switch. This'll happen throughout the story and I'll always
     notify when. I'm still working on chapter four so I might not update
     tomorrow... We'll see.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is basically the beginning of a very interesting
     journey.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Your POV:
 
    Your anger overpowered your fear in that moment; otherwise you wouldn't
have been snappy and sarcastic with the murderer who's taken you hostage. After
you relaxed a bit, you were thankful that Jeff dealt with your attitude rather
than doing something more... Irrational. 'I've got to be careful around him...
He's a like a time bomb; he'll go off any minute.' You thought.
 
    Just then, Jeff lit another cigarette, taking a long drag from it and then
offered it to you.
   
    "I-I'm good." You declined.
 
    "So she doesn't smoke, hm?" He said, placing the cigarette in his mouth.
You shook your head in response, too busy think about what your future held.
 
   'He's taking me into the woods to kill me... But why would he take me six
hours away from home just to kill me? He has another motive; I just need to
find out what it is.'
 
    You looked around for something to talk about, a distraction. "I see you're
an avid Tool listener?" You said, pointing to the Tool CDs on the floor.
 
    "I am." He said, blowing smoke from his nose. "I've listened to them since
I was... Eleven? Maybe earlier, I can't remember."
 
    "I've only listen to their album Undertow. I haven't really-" You stopped
your sentence seeing as Jeff made a sudden turn into a dirt road strategically
hidden by the brush of the woods. Your heart sank into your stomach and you
didn't want to move. Jeff parked the car and turn off the ignition, grabbing
his cigarettes and knife, and stepping out of the truck.
 
    "C'mon." He motioned. You didn't move due to fear. Jeff stilled and leaned
back into the car, glaring. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'll
have you know that the hard way is my favorite; I have no problem going that
way." You grabbed the handle of the truck and pulled, but the handle was stuck.
You tried again but the damn thing wouldn't move. You meekly looked at him and
he sighed, slamming his door and walking around to your side. He easily pulled
the handle and the door swung open.
 
    As you walked out of the truck, you smiled shyly at him to which he rolled
his eyes in response. "Can you walk on your own? Or is that too much to ask of
you?" He taunted you, starting to walk even further into the woods. You
hesitated before following him; not sure what exactly to do.
 
    "Either follow me or become the wolves dinner; you choose." He said as he
continued to walk. You then quickly ran to catch up with him. "I don't see a
house anywhere... In fact I haven't seen one for miles." You said nervously.
"Did you consider the fact that I'm a wanted murderer?" He said sarcastically.
He was right. The house was probably a tattered cabin... In the woods. Yet
another horror movie clichè.
 
    'What am I doing... Well... I'm doing the only thing I can do. I'm six
hours away from home... I can't run away. Even if I did, I'd be lost in the
mountains. So my best shot is to stay with him and hope that someone looks for
me.'You mentally scoffed. 'Never thought that I'd look for salvation in a
serial killer.'
 
    You two walked for what seemed like an hour. It was a long and grueling
hike up an elevated dirt road that seemed to twirl up a very large hill. Jeff
smoked the entire hike... You questioned how he wasn't heaving for breath at
this point; any smoker would be wheezing after the first three steps of a hike.
Hell, even you were experiencing a shortness of breath. Just as you were about
to say something, you saw the glow of lights ahead of you.'Lights? What ever
happened to laying low?' You thought. 
 
    The first thing you saw when you turned around the corner was a cabin. But
this cabin was like nothing you've seen before. It was extravagant, beautiful
and it was well kept. The only thing you could do is gape at the mansion before
you. "Not quite what you expected?" He said smugly. 
 
    "How did you manage to... how is this house yours? What'd you do?" You
asked. "Obviously... I paid for it with the substantial amount of money that I
own. I'm incredibly financially stable, I'll have you know." He said, walking
up to the door. He looked at you and smirked. "I paid a little visit to an old
friend of mine named... Keith. Mr. Big Shot has a wife and kids now, this was
there vacation house." He explained. 
 
    "Was?" 
 
    "I had a little chat with him and we came to an agreement. So I'm living
here free of charge." He said, opening the door to the house. You're glad he
didn't continue with the story; you got the idea. This all felt so weird.
You've never had a full conversation with this guy, and yet you've known him
for nearly a year. 
 
    'No, he's been stalking you for nearly a year.'
 
    Once he flicked the lights on, once again, you were amazed. You walked out
of the foyer and into the living room, which had an enormous stone fireplace
separating the den and the kitchen. There were winding stairs to your left that
led to an observation room. The kitchen and living room had ceiling-to-floor
windows; you couldn't imagine the view this place had. The front door shut, and
you froze again. What for? You don't know... You're already screwed so might as
well go with whatever he has planned. But still, you couldn't help but to feel
scared in the presence of this man. 
 
    He walked past you and opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of
whatever and started downing it. He leaned against the counter and studied your
form. It made you feel like a piece of meat. "You're quiet." He commented. You
nodded in response. Jeff pushed himself off of the counter and slowly walked
over to you. "You know," He said, circling you, "I feel like our first
encounter was too... rushed. Don't you think?" His breath on your neck sent a
chill down your spine. "We can take our sweet fucking time up here." He said,
grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back into him. You gasped in
pain as he walked you into the living room. Jeff let go of his grip on you and
sat down on the recliner. He grabbed another cigarette, lighting it and taking
a long drag from it. 
 
    "Undress for me." He said, leaning back into the recliner. You furrowed
your eyebrows. "Undress?" You asked nervously. He lowered his head and nodded.
You remembered to be obedient; avoid any conflict with him. You hesitated
before grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your bra.
Jeff urged you to continue, so you did away with the sweatpants you were
wearing. And there you were, nearly bare in front of him. "Come here..." He
motioned with his finger. His voice was so deep and threatening you couldn't
help but to feel scared as you walked closer to him. Once you were within his
grasp, Jeff took your hips and pulled them towards him, making you straddle his
legs with your thighs.
 
    Now you were on his lap with your chest in his face and your intimate parts
touching through fabric. 
 
    Now you were on the lap of a murderer who was probably going to kill you
after this, but you couldn't care less. 
Chapter End Notes
     Again, I'm caught up now so it might be 2 or 3 days before I can
     write the next update. Don't feel shy to give me some feedback! God
     knows I'd benefit from it. (Also, you may or may not remember who
     Keith was, but just in case you're not familiar with the name...
     Keith was one of Jeff's old bullies. I figured it would be ironic
     since Keith was the one who set him on fire. Karma's a bitch!)
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Took a hiatus lmao. My bad. I'm writing this story improv and
     sometimes I'm feelin it and other times I'm not. SO I'm sorry for
     keeping you guys waiting, and thank you for the ones that have been
     doing so patiently. Originally this chapter wasn't going to be a
     lemon but I decided you guys deserved it lmao. Knife play and a
     somewhat gory blood kink at the end. AGAIN I'm not sure when the next
     chapter will be posted. So enjoy this. Also, apologies for any
     errors, I typed this chapter on my phone.
Jeff's POV:
    I need to mark her. I want to see that body of hers melt into my hands. I
want to see what she's like when she's deprived and teased... I wonder what her
face would look like afterwards. Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking about her after
I left her there in that chorus room. I wanted to hear her sob into her hands.
I wanted to see her walk awkwardly into the hallway in front of her classmates.
I wanted to watch her clean the mess between her thighs...
    I took her hips and pressed them against mine, I needed to feel that
friction. I can't rush things... No I'm going to go nice and slow this time
around. Wait- Is she? She's grinding on me! Her hips are rocking back and forth
on my jeans, her face is turning red. "A little fucking needy... Aren't we?" I
said, grabbing her face. She nodded and pressed herself against me even
further. God damn, I wanted to take her right there.
    But I couldn't have her initiating things, so I shoved her off of me. She
fell onto the floor and held her head, accompanied by a 'What-the-fuck' look on
her face. I stood up, walked past her and into the hallway.
    "Come here." I said.
    (Y/n) stood up and started walking towards me, but I stopped her.
    "Crawl."
    "I am not crawling to you, what do you think I am, a dog?" She replied.
    "You'll be whatever the fuck I want you to be... Now, crawl or I'll make
you bark like one." I said as I grabbed the knife from my hoodie and twirled it
around my hand. (Y/n) got on her hands and knees and started to crawl, but of
course not without mumbling under her breath.
I have a feeling she wants me to make this hard for her.
    I put the knife back into my pocket and walked over to her, grabbing a
fistful of her hair and dragging her into the bedroom. She started to thrash
and cry out so I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. I climbed on top of
her and held her wrists above her head. "This is where being a smartass gets
you. It's a shame, you were being good too." I said. "If you move, I'll make
sure this night will be hell for you." I got up and walked over to the dresser
in the corner of the room and grabbed the duct tape from the top shelf.
    (Y/n) was silent as I taped her wrists together and placed them behind her.
Her face was still tear-stricken and red... It looked so nice on her. "I'm
sorry." She mumbled.
    "What was that?"
    "I said I'm sorry." She said, louder this time. I sat on the edge of the
bed and loomed over her, "For?"
    "I'm sorry for not listening to you." She said, her voice barely above a
whisper. "See, that's all you had to say." I said, trailing my finger down her
stomach.
***
Your POV:
    Oh god this was sick. This was twisted. But you were getting hot. You've
always heard your friends talk jokingly about wanting to have rough, hair-
pulling sex with their partner but you never thought that it would happen to
you. You never thought you'd like it as much as you did. Of course it hurt when
you were dragged, but there was something that clicked in you when you were
thrown on the bed. When he taped your hands together behind your back... You
couldn't help but to marvel at his masculinity. You noticed his sharp jaw line
and his lanky but lithe figure, his hands...
    It was embarrassing to crawl to someone, especially given the situation.
You shouldn't have talked back, but at the same time you don't regret doing it.
At least now you have a better grasp of what kind of man Jeff is. He wants you
to be docile and complaint... That's why you apologized for being disobedient.
And holy shit... Were you glad you did, because the last thing you saw was his
dark locks in between your thighs. You would've grabbed his hair and pulled him
closer to you if your hands weren't taped.
    You felt so dirty. You weren't really one for touching yourself; you tried
once but never really gained anything from it. But Jeff... When he touched you,
it was always in the right places. It was like he knew how to work your body
better than you did. You never knew such pleasure existed within you, and this
man was the only one who could bring it out. And because of that; you owed him
everything.
    His tongue glided up and down your slit, making you cry out. His hands
wrapped around your thighs as you instinctively tried to close them together,
the pleasure was so overwhelming it started to burn, but he spread them even
further apart, pinning your hips down to the bed. Your lungs inflated with air
in a loss of words... You squirmed in attempt to get closer to him, you were
close. You felt the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach followed by blurry
vision and hot flashes.
    Just as you were about to let loose, he stopped.
    You looked at him in disbelief, rubbing your thighs together to recreate a
similar motion down there. He separated your thighs once again and looked at
you. "You don't get to cum without asking permission first." He said lowly.
    What the fuck.
    He inserted his fingers in you and slowly pumped them in and out. Oh god it
was burning so badly... If only he would go faster. You squirmed around and
whimpered before asking, "Please, can you go faster... Please, please, please."
He smirked and said, "So this is what I have to do to get you going, hm?" He
said, continuing the agonizingly slow pace. You huffed and squeezed your eyes.
    "Please."
    Jeff ground his palm into your stomach while his other hand sped up the
process. You went utterly dizzy with pleasure. Between the angle of his fingers
in you, and the fact that he was pressing down on your stomach; you didn't know
what you liked better. "P-please may I... cum?"
You staggered.
    "What was that?" He said, twisting his fingers further in you. You began to
tremble and you felt your eyes roll back into your head. You couldn't hold it,
"Please let me cum, please!"
    "Are you going to be a good little girl and listen to me from now on?"
    You nodded over and over again.
    "Go ahead."
    Your body tensed up and let loose all at the same time. It was...
invigorating. Everything went white as you reached your high. 'How is he able
to make me feel this way?' You thought, you'd give anything to experience that
sensation over and over and over again, even if it was the killer before you
who provided it. Your eyelids grew heavy as your limbs went limp, your heart
rate finally calming down.
    "No thanks?" He asked, crawling on top of you. Your mind was hazy, and you
breathed out a 'thank you'.
    "Oh, now what's this? You're not tired are you? Don't you think that's a
bit rude? I give you head and get nothin' in return?" His palm went over your
mouth and nose, "That's not how things are gonna go."
    You weakly grabbed at his arm, your lungs screamed for air. You gave up,
however. Your limbs were jelly, it was no use. If he were to kill you now so be
it. You've experienced immense pleasure and not three minutes after, you're
going to die. Great. The lights around you seemed to dim, and your hearing
faded as well. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Jeff had let go of
your mouth and smacked your face lightly, causing you to regain your senses
once again.
    He scoffed. "Fucking pathetic." He climbed off of you and took his hoodie
off along with his shirt. "Since it seems I've rendered you completely
useless," he said, grabbing his knife from the small nightstand, "I'll take
pity on you. Only because you were so good for me." You held your breath as he
walked towards you again, the knife glinting in his hand.
    "But, I'm not done with you just yet. Lay on your stomach for me, will
you?"
***
Jeff's POV:
    She turned over immediately, and I cut the tape from her wrists. I placed
her arms underneath her head as she tried her best to find out what I was doing
with the knife. I sat in the arch of her back and I felt her body tense beneath
me.
    I set the knife down momentarily and allowed my hands to roam across her
back, her shoulder blades... Her neck. I scratched my nails down the length of
her back and watched goosebumps form behind the trails. The skin was delicately
smooth underneath my finger tips, it almost made me lose it right then and
there.
    "You know I don't plan on taking you home for a while..." I said, grabbing
the knife. She gave no response, but she didn't put up a fight. "You know I
could kill you right now." A shiver, and a small nod. I pressed the tip of the
knife into her left shoulder blade. "But you also know that I didn't drive six
fucking hours just to kill you, I've invested time in you..." I dragged the
knife up, causing her to hiss and whine into the bed sheet. Blood slowly came
trickling down from the wound. "You don't want to disappoint me now, do you?
Don't scream." I held her down and dragged the knife back down into her skin.
Upwards, then downwards again.
    Her face was red and her eyes were watery. She bit down on the pillow case
as I continued on her back.
"M"
    White knuckles clenched the sheets.
"I"
    A muffled whimper. Her heart was beating so heavily I could feel it
reverberating through the metal of the blade.
"N"
    Her blood was everywhere, streaming from the cuts. She began to cry. "I'm
almost finished. You can pass out if you'd like." Another strangled cry as I
proceeded.
    "E. Done. That wasn't so bad was it?" I sat back and looked at the bloody
mess I'd created. I couldn't prevent the smile creeping upon my face as the
naked, bloody girl beneath me shoved her head into the safety of her arms,
holding back sobs of pain.
'Still conscious.'
    I set the knife down and glided my palms over her back again, smearing the
blood everywhere. The hisses of pain began again and the tears came back
tenfold. My hands went up and down her sides... She was my canvas and her blood
was my art. Shades of deep red and bright red ran through the creases of my
fingers and pooled in the small curve of her back. I was so fucking hard.
'Sadist.'
Yeah so what? Nothing new.
I leaned over the bloody mess and traced my tongue up the length of her spine,
tasting the metallic of her blood. She grew silent, I thought she had passed
out. Instead she was laying there a regulated heart beat, eyes closed yet tears
still present. I bit her neck and proceeded to rub the blood everywhere.
"So good for me..."
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Finished this earlier than I expected. Again, I'm writing this improv
     so I get tiny bursts of inspiration here and there. Leave some
     feedback for me. Slight gore. Sorry for errors.
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Your POV:
 
   You wanted nothing more than to be unconscious, yet your body refused to
black out. Instead, your mind went blank, focusing on nothing. You ignored the
searing pain of the fresh cuts, ignored Jeff's rough massaging, his weight on
your back, his tongue on your neck. Your ears caught the sound of his voice
whispering praises to you. Shuffling your head down further into your arms, you
try to relax your body as much as you can. 
 
   'Maybe passing out wouldn't be such a good idea.' You thought. Despite your
modesty being long gone, blacking out under the care of a serial killer
wouldn't be a smart move. 
 
    A little over 24 hours ago (you still didn't know the time) you were off to
school; unaware of what dangers would be lurking there. School...
 
   'What's going to happen to  my grades? The hard work I've done? I wonder if
they'll call my parents.' Parents who coincidentally happened to be coming home
from a vacation you opted not to go to. You regretted not going. 'Even if they
do find out I'm missing, it'll take weeks, possibly months, to find me.' You
hopelessly thought. You're miles away from home... hours. 
 
    Your eyes opened as you heard a sound come from behind a door that was
connected to the room. You hesitantly flexed your back. When did he get off of
you? Sitting up very slowly, you tired your best not to cry out in agony when
the cuts stretched open. Your head felt heavy, your hearing was muffled.
Looking around the room, you noted that there were three doors. One that you
knew led into the hallway, and the other two you guessed to be a closet and a
bathroom. You noticed his discarded shirt and hoodie on the floor, the knife,
the duct tape and your underwear. Taking your hand and running it through your
sore scalp, you noticed a reddish-brown color that stained your arms. Looking
down in horror, you realize that you are sitting in your own blood. There was
so much of it, your mind began to spin. 
 
    One of the doors opened, releasing the sound of running water. Jeff stood
in the door frame, shirtless. He grinned at your disheveled state.
 
    "You're a tough one, I'll give you that. I thought you'd pass out." He
said, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.
 
    "Come here."
 
    Your heavy eyelids strained to look up at him. You noticed that your breath
began to stagger. Cue the trembling in your arms.
 
    "Get up."
 
    Your head lolled back as you swung your limp legs over the side of the bed.
Feet touching the carpet, you gained the confidence to stand up. You start to
take a few steps and wobble, your body finally threatening to go unconscious.
Your legs failed you, and you began to fall forward.
 
    Jeff caught you underneath your arms, hoisting you up. "Maybe I spoke too
soon." Your face was pressed against his bare chest as your body went limp,
struggling to regain your senses. This was all too embarrassing. He hooked his
arm underneath your legs and carried you, naked and bloody, into the bathroom
where a simple bath had been drawn. 
 
    He placed you above the water and dropped you into it. You yelped as the
water hit you. It was freezing. Fucking arctic. The water shocked your system,
and you hissed as it seeped into your cuts, making you wince and shiver. You
felt Jeff's hand rest on the top of your head as he forced you under the water
and held you there until you couldn't breathe. 
 
    He let you go and you surfaced, spluttering and coughing. He began to laugh
as you glared at him, your teeth clattering together rapidly. You looked down
into the water to see that your blood has diluted it already. Don't pass out. 
 
    "Y-you don't have hot water in a place l-like this?" You stuttered, trying
to settle into the water. 
 
    "Oh no, I do. I just figured it would be better to watch you like this
instead." He said, grabbing a cloth. "And it is." He dunked the cloth in the
water and wrung it out above your head. You dodged the water fall of ice and
scowled. 
 
    "I can wash myself, thank you." You said, face heating up. He did nothing
but stare. Feeling uncomfortable, you spoke again. "I don't want you to-"
 
    "I don't recall asking what the fuck you wanted, so come back over here."
He replied coolly. You huffed, deciding to be compliant.  Once again, you were
in no position to be making demands. You shifted yourself in the  bloody water,
moving closer and turning your back to him.
 
    It was soon just his breath and your teeth clattering that filled the room.
Save the occasional sound of water dripping from the rag.
 
    He slapped the freezing cloth on your wounds, causing you to hiss. You
tried to hold the tears back, but you failed. The hot trails they left down you
cheeks felt nice compared to the water you were in. The scratchy cloth against
your back soon came to a halt, and you felt Jeff's fingers spear through your
hair, forcing your head back at an odd angle. 
 
    "I didn't mind it before, but now it's really fucking annoying. Stop
crying." He said, his breath against your neck. You strangled out an 'I'm
sorry'; it's sort of hard to stop crying when you're in so much pain. He
loosened his grip and you allowed your head to fall as  you sighed, trying not
to focus on the pain. He continued to cleanse your back until he told you to
turn around. You did so, immediately, goosebumps scattered across your skin.
Silently (awkwardly) he began to run the cloth across the front of you. 'This
is so weird, this is creepy and awkward, what is a person supposed to do in
this situation and oh my god.' You looked up at him and for the first time, it
wasn't in fear, but in curiosity. You never did have the chance to silently
study his face. 
 
    Lots of scars. And not just the obvious one that stretched his mouth. He
had scars on his chest, his arms, and his hands. Not only were there scars, but
his skin in itself wasn't normal either. It was white, and almost leathery. He
had dark circles  around his eyes that contrasted against his blue, almost
crystal-like eye color. His hair was long and black, falling against his chest
and shoulders. Jeff's hand snapped in front of you. 
 
    "My eyes are up here, hot shot." He said humorously. 
 
    'Shit,' You thought, 'I wasn't staring was I?' You swallowed
uncomfortably. 
 
    "I was burned." he said, dragging the rag up your shoulder. "How exactly d-
did that h-happen?" The tips of your fingers began to turn a faint shade of
purple. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your teeth from
clattering together, let alone aggressively shivering. Jeff swallowed this
time, his voice thick.
 
    "I was in a fight in middle school.Vodka and bleach are pretty fucking
flammable." Your eyes fell to the deep red-looking water. 'What the fuck am I
supposed to say? 'I'm sorry that happened to you?''You thought.
 
    You settled for looking at him with an'I'm sorry' look in lieu of actually
saying it. He glared back at you in return, taking your head in his hands again
and dunking you back into the water. Well, the nowblood-water. You quickly shot
yourself above the water. 
 
    "Why do you do that." You questioned, wiping your eyes off as he walked
towards the door. 
 
    "Dry yourself off." He said as he left the door open, existing the room.
You shot him a glare as he left, and hurriedly jumped out of the water and into
the warm towel. You glanced in the mirror, seeing yourself for the first time
after everything. 
 
    Hickies lingered on your neck, a good sized bruise sat at the top of your
head from where he knocked you out the night he took you. As much as you wanted
to keep whatever body heat you managed to salvage while wrapped in the towel,
you dropped it to examine your body. Long, red marks raked down your torso,
ending at four small cuts on each thigh, left by his nails digging into them
just hour ago. You inhaled deeply, turning around to look at your back. You
audibly gasped, and slammed your hand over your mouth to silence yourself.
 
    He had carved the word 'MINE' into your back, stretching from your left
shoulder blade all the way to the right. The sight was sickening. The cuts were
beginning to scab and turn purple-red. You wrapped yourself back up in the
towel and wobbled uneasily to the bloody bed. 
 
    "Fuck," You cursed. "I don't have clothes."
 
***
 
Jeff's POV:
 
    That was weird.
 
    Which part? The part where you awkwardly cleaned her in a bath full of ice
water and blood? Or the sympathetic look she gave you a moment ago?
 
    Definitely the look. I knew it from somewhere. It was familiar. 
 
    Your mother. She gave you that same look when she saw you that night,
remember? 
 
    Ah, that's right. Gross. The last thing I want her to remind me of is
my mother. I grabbed the first aid kit in the kitchen, strategically places
next to the liquor. I walked back into the room to see her back turned,
shuffling into her underwear. I stared lovingly at the masterpiece I had
created on her upper back. I never did have neat handwriting. She turned around
and yelped, her hands flying to cover her chest.
 
    "After everything you still feel the need to cover yourself?" I said,
walking to the bed. She glared at me from over her shoulder. 
 
    "I need a sh-shirt." She said, teeth still clattering together. 
 
    "In time." I replied. I motioned her to come closer with my finger. She
stood her ground and glared at me. "A o-fucking-kay with me, baby. It's your
back, not mine."
 
    After a roll of her eyes and a dramatic huff, she crawled on the bed and
sat in front of me. "That's what I thought."
 
    I grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and set it to the side. I took the
whiskey instead, opening it and pouring it onto her back. She cried out and
doubled over, biting her hand at the pain. I listened to the hissing sounds of
the alcohol against the wounds and leaned over her form to grab her shoulders
and sit her upright again. Heavy breaths, a red face, but no tears.
 
    "At a girl, that wasn't so bad." I said, demeaningly, as if I were talking
to a child. I saw the bruise she had formed on her hand once she unlatched her
teeth from it. I took the bandages and began to wrap them around her back,
under her chest, and beneath her arms. After I was finished with that, I stood
up and walked to the dresser, throwing a her an old t-shirt, and watched her
attempt to put it on.
 
    "I need help..." She said, fitting her head through the hole as the rest of
the shirt settle on her shoulders. "It hurts to lift my arms."
 
    "Suck it up. I poured whiskey on your back, I'm sure your can manage
putting a shirt on." I replied.
 
    "You what? I thought that was rubbing alcohol!" She exclaimed. Shrugging, I
walked to the door. "I'm going to be in the other room, don't fucking think
about trying anything." 
 
    She scoffed. "Like what? Break out and run aimlessly around the woods in
the middle of nowhere? No thanks, it's hopeless."
 
    "That's what I like to hear." I closed the door and walked into the living
room, grabbing a cigarette and a match from the counter. I lit the match,
lighting my cigarette and throwing the match into the fireplace, watching the
flames slowly rise. 
 
    She's got a temper.
 
    Nothing you can't handle, though. What fun would it be if she didn't put up
a fight from time to time?
 
   True.
 
    Remember that's what you admired about her? That short temper of hers. Even
your first encounter with her, she had the same attitude. 
 
    Yep, I remember. She spit on me. 
 
    It turned you on.
 
    Also true.
 
    What are your plans with her anyway? Are you going to kill her? Use her and
throw her away? Do you plan on keeping her?
 
    I don't know. 
 
    What do you know. 
 
    I wanted to do something different for a change. I was bored.
 
    No you weren't. You can't hide from me, no use in lying.
 
    Why are you prying anyways?
 
    You had better do something with her before you grow fond of her company. 
 
    What are you insinuating?
 
    Why did you bring her here. 
 
    I don't know. 
 
    Since you refuse to say it, I'll do it for you. You brought her here
because you want her. You want her for yourself. The lack of human interaction
has finally gotten to you. 
 
    What can I say? I'm a man. 
 
    A deprived one, at that. You were obsessed with her. Jealousy radiated off
of you whenever she talked to others. Don't you remember the time you walked
into her room just to watch her sleep? Or maybe the time you stood outside her
bathroom door lusting after her as she was taking a shower? Or what about the
time you killed that one guy that was bothering her? You cut off his tongue and
set it on (Y/n)'s bed. I always thought that was funny. It was kinda like how a
cat kills a bird and brings the body to the owner as a gift. 
 
    Okay, okay... Fuck, I get it. 
 
    I'm just making sure you remember that you're in no place for
vulnerability. Developing feelings for this girl would definitely put you in a
place you don't want to be in. To be honest, I'm interested in seeing how this
whole thing is going to go. Two people with an equal temper, living together.
Only difference is that when you lose your temper, you kill-
 
    "Would youshut the fuck up?!
 
    Ah ah ahh! There you go again. Try not to be so loud, have some courtesy
for our guest. 
 
    Can you please shut up.
 
    Whatever you say, Jeff. Goodnight!
   
    Good riddance, Jeff. 
Chapter End Notes
     OOO Look at that. After the incident/Insane/Present Jeff has regular
     conversations with Before the incident/Sane/Past Jeff in his head.
     He's a fucking lunatic.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Have a long ass chapter that I needed to get out of the way. Leave
     some feedback and all that great stuff. Ignore the typos and shit, I
     typed this up and glanced at it.
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Your POV:
 
    You woke up, confused and in pain. Sitting up slowly, you began to stretch,
but recoiled due to the wounds in your back. God, your head ached. Standing up,
you walked to the window and pulled the drapes to the side, the view was
breathtaking. You never did get the chance to view your surroundings, seeing as
it was so dark out when you arrived. Faded blue mountains were in the distance,
followed by a forest line a few feet down. The cabin sat upon a tall plateau
that was a few feet above the bare trees. You turned around to cautiously step
into the hallway, searching for your captor. 
 
    'Doesn't feel quite right to call him that.' You thought as you opened the
other door in the hallway to no avail. You walked silently into the kitchen, no
Jeff. Living room, front room... Nothing. He wasn't on the balcony, either. He
wouldn't just leave you here alone, would he? Standing dumbfounded in the
kitchen, you noticed a small metal spiral staircase a few feet before the
hallway. How did you miss that? You walked up to it, and it shook. 
 
    'God, this thing is rickety.' You grabbed the rail and tiptoes up the
thing, praying to god it wouldn't collapse. You reached the top of the stairs
and saw that it led to an outlook room. You looked around, the room had ceiling
to floor windows, allowing sunlight to pour into the room. It was a tiny room,
yes, but when you stood in the center, it felt like you were suspended in the
air. During your glee trip, however, you realized that Jeff wasn't here. You
also realized the sun, not rising, but setting behind the mountains. 
 
    You frowned. How long had you been asleep for? What time was it? Where was
he? Why didn't he wake you up? Why'd he leave you here? You climbed down the
stairs and went to the kitchen immediately. Scanning the cupboard and the
pantry, you pulled out a loaf bread and opened the refrigerator looking for
ingredients. You settled on making a simple grilled cheese, taking out a pan
and setting it on top of the flame on the stove. 
 
    "I'm surprised he has food here." You mumbled as the food sizzling against
the hot pan. You turned around to rest on the counter, and gasped at what
caught your eyes. Your phone. There was your phone, as plan as day, laying on
the counter in front of you. You slammed your hand down on it and fumbled with
the passcode as you unlocked it. Wait, this seems off. Something about this
isn't right. He must've done something to your phone. 
 
    You looked at the screen in dismay when you saw the words 'No service' at
the top of the screen. Of course. You tapped on your apps, hoping that you
would have the chance at contacting someone. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat...
Nothing worked. You went through your contacts, scrolling past your Dad's phone
number. He was just a phone call away... You called him, but it dropped. before
the first ring. You felt like crying. You had your phone, but what use was it?
At least you knew the time now, 5:37pm. No wonder it was already getting dark
outside. 
 
    The smell of smoke invaded our sense and you gasped, turning the stove off.
You looked at your poor charred grilled cheese. "I don't even care at this
point." You said, sliding the sandwich onto a plate. You filled a glass with
water and carried your breakfast/dinner to the table and sat down. You took the
time to admire how large the cabin actually was. Huge windows, an enormous
fireplace (which was left on), different colors of the wood against the floor
and walls. You suddenly had a thought that unsettled you.
 
    'I hope he comes back before it gets too dark... I'd really hate to be here
alone.'
 
    You'd rather have company, even if that company was his. The thought of
being in this big place alone, in the middle of nowhere at night didn't exactly
give you pleasant thoughts. You looked at your half eaten char-sandwich and
lost your appetite. Maybe some fresh air will help your mind clear up from the
rather... exciting two days you've had. Standing up, you walked towards the
balcony door and looked out of the window. The sky was turning a deep purple,
with shades of pink and yellow as the sun dipped behind the mountains. You
reached for the handle, and suddenly, a large, snarling animal jumped in front
of the door. 
 
    You screamed, jumping back and falling. You crawled backwards until you hit
the side of the fireplace. "What the fuck is that?" You said out loud. That
is not a bear. It was too lanky, its legs were too long. The hunched shoulders
reminded you of a hyena. 'That is not a fucking dog, either.' That animal/thing
silenced from snarling, and walked down the balcony. You eyed it as it sat down
a few feet away from the door. 'Okay maybe it is.' Some type of mutant,
disfigured dog that you've never seen before. It had beady eyes, hunched
shoulders, and stood nearly five feet. As you studied it more, you saw that it
had long black fur, but... There was red also?
 
    You're hallucinating. You have got to be hallucinating. 'That thing isn't
really-'
 
    The sound of laughter nearly made you jump out of your skin. You recognized
it as Jeff's. You looked at the dog--the thing-- and saw that it had
disappeared. Jeff barged through the door and your ran towards him, freezing
when you saw that he was drenched in blood. 
 
    "What's with the face, babe? I got you some clothes..." He said, twirling a
large garbage bag around as he grinned maliciously. You ran past him and
slammed the door shut. "There is a thing out there." You said, walking in back
into the kitchen.
 
    "Why does it smell like, burned rubber in here?" He questioned.
 
    "I tried to cook, but that doesn't matter, come here." You said
frantically. "There was this... This huge dog looking thing that was just here
a moment ago. I tried to walk out on the balcony but it jumped in front of the
door and started snapping and-"
 
    "Ah, good then. He was doing his job." He chuckled, opening the door. 
 
    "You... He... What? Job?! What job? And close the door before it comes-
" Jeff whistled outside, and you took cover behind the counter. You heard the
footsteps (pawsteps) of the thing coming closer and closer until...
 
    A small husky padded through the door, jumping gleefully on Jeff. You
peaked over the counter, dumbfounded for the second time today. You narrowed
your eyes.
 
    "Stop fucking with my head." You said, suspiciously. Jeff scoffed, "What do
you mean? I've been gone all day. And also, maybe you didn't hear me the first
time so I'll say it again: I got clothes for you." He repeated, "And as you can
see from the mess; they didn't come easily." 
 
    You gritted your teeth. "Thank. You." You jumped when you felt the dog lick
your fingers. "At least pet him, he didn't do anything to you." Jeff sneered.
 
    "I'm not a dog person." You replied.
    
    "Now that was just fuckin' rude." 
 
    You knelt down and scratched the dog behind his ears. "So what'd you make
for dinner, hmm?"
 
    "I didn't make you anything for dinner. Not my job to." You said,
continuing to pet the dog in hopes off avoiding his glare. You heard him snort.
"Okay, let me rephrase that.Make something."
 
    Now you scoffed. "Maybe you didn't hear me the first time. I said: It isn't
my job to make your fucking-"
 
    He pulled you up by your hair from you crouching position, grabbing your
throat and slamming you against the counter, making your back arch painfully. 
 
    "Y'know... Sometimes I think you want to piss me off. That mouth of yours
is going to get you into some big trouble if you don't learn to keep it
fuckin' shut. I won't think twice about cutting out your tongue." He
threatened, pressing the knife against your lip. Your eyes widened at the
memory of having to take the severed tongue from your bed and throw it away.
 
    "Y-you're fucking sick." You spluttered, shaking your way out of his grip.
Jeff threw his head back and laughed. 
 
    "I'm sick? Look at you! Acting up and puttin' on a show in hopes of repeat
of last night! You're just a needy whore." He remarked, backing you up against
the refrigerator menacingly, knife in hand. "I don'tneed you. You're nothing
special to me, sugartits... I have no problem feeding you to the wolves. You on
the other hand, you need me." He lifted up the t-shirt you were wearing with
his knife, just enough to reveal the seam of your underwear.
 
    "I'll have you know I was being generous last night. If you haven't
realized by now, you get rewarded for obedience, and punished for defiance." He
said, his hand violently shoving its way into your underwear. He hooked his
fingers up, inserting them swiftly into you. Gasping at the sudden intrusion,
you grabbed at his shoulders to balance yourself.
 
    You froze, recalling the last time you were in this position, backed
against the door of the chorus room. When he took your virginity against your
will. You suddenly felt powerless and scared. Helpless. Fragile. Broken.
 
    "Do you not like me touchin' you like this? Am I invading your personal
space? Are you gonna cry? Answer me." He growled, using his free hand to place
the knofe under your eye. pulling the skin down.
 
    "No." You said quietly.
 
    "You're not lying to me, right." He said, pressing the knife painfully into
the tender skin beneath your eye. You paused. You were lying, should you admit
it? Maybe he'd go easier on you if you told the truth. You nodded your head
gently as tears began to fall, hanging your head in defeat. 
 
    He took his fingers out of you and put them into your mouth, just like
before. Your face was hot and wet, much like your mouth. "Good..." He said, as
you took his fingers willingly, hoping to please him before he got too angry.
He dropped the knife and stroked your hair lovingly, resting his hand on the
side of your face. It seemed to be working...
 
    Until his hand slid behind your head, forcing it down upon his raised knee.
You slid to the floor, your hands covering your face. More tears, you were
quietly sobbing from the pain. Looking down into your hands, which were now
bloody, you pressed them closer to your face, trying to stop the bleeding. Jeff
knelt down to eye-level with you. he took his knife and raised your head with
the tip of the blade pressed under you chin. 
 
    "Stop. Crying." He said, voice dropping an octave. You choked back your
sobs by biting your tongue, hands still placed over your bloody nose. "I'm
being so fucking patient with you." He continued, tapping his knife on your
forehead with every word. "You listen to me, things will smoothly. You'll get
what you want." He said, grinning. "I'll press all of the right buttons on
you... No problem." You glared at him. 
 
    "But, if you decide to be a smartass, things will go my way. And the end
result will include me breaking your fuckin' bones and slicing you until I run
out of spots on your body." Again with the tapping. 
 
    "So, you can either A: Continue crying and I'll take your arms and break
them against the edge of that fuckin' counter, or B: Stop crying and I might
consider being merciful. What's it gonna be?"
 
    You took your hand and wiped the blood from your nose. "I'll stop, I'm
sorry." You said, coughing from the blood that ran down the back of your
throat. "And what won't we do anymore?" He asked, standing up. 
 
    "I won't lie anymore."
 
    "That's my girl. Now get up and make some food." He said, walking away. You
glanced to the side, seeing the dog underneath the table with his tail between
his legs, ears flattened.
 
    You scrambled to your feet, grabbing a fistful of tissues in an attempt to
stop the blood gushing from your nose. You sighed, tilting your head back. You
made a mental note to bite your tongue next time.
 
***
 
Jeff's POV:
 
    I watched her as she fumbled around the kitchen to find ingredients for
whatever she was making. I couldn't help but to stare. She looked so good with
bruises and cuts on hr body. Her nose was changing color nicely, a small
purple-ish black hook underneath her eye formed a few moments after my knee
collided with her face. I want to make more marks. I want to see the rest of
her body in bruises. Maybe I should carve my name into her next time. 
 
    Well, that wasn't very nice. 
 
   Go away.
 
    That wasn't nice either. And that's kind of impossible, y'know... since
I'm you.
 
    I ignored the voice in favor of watching the girl in front of me, setting
down the food she had made on the table. Ramen with vegetables mixed in. "This
is actually pretty damn good," I said, taking a bite. "i was worried you
couldn't cook, judging by the fact that you burned your sandwich."
 
    "I was distracted." She replied quietly.
 
    "By the dog?"
 
    "No, you left my phone on the counter."
 
    "Ahh," I said, leaning back into the chair. "Thought I'd be nice." 
 
    She had filled a small ziplock bag with ice, placing it on her nose from
time to time. I was thinking about taking it from her, but I decided not to.
It's better to hurt her just enough to the point where she wouldn't need
medical attention. I can't take her to a hospital if she bled out. It'd be too
risky. 
 
    After all, you'd hate to break your new toy. 
 
    "What's his name?" She asked, petting the dog's face which was resting on
her lap.
 
    "Smile."
 
    She looked up with a faint grin, rolling her eyes.
 
    "What's so funny?"
 
    "I don't know why I didn't see that one coming." She said, continuing to
pet the dog. "You never did tell me what that thing was out there." She
mentioned.
 
    "It was him." I replied, pointing to Smile. Her face contorted into a
mixture of confusion and fear. 
 
    "This dog? No way in hell, that thing was at least five feet tall." She
said, raising her hand as a height reference.
 
    "It was him. I told him to make sure you didn't leave while I was gone, and
he did his job right, didn't you boy?" I said, throwing him a piece of food.
 
    She still doesn't believe you.
 
    That's on her, not me.
 
    (Y/n) stood up, and announced that she was going to bed. I let her because
her eyes were drooping every three seconds only for her to snap them back open.
 
    You better hope you didn't cause any head trauma, she might not wake up
tomorrow!
 
    Eh, she'll be fine.
 
    Y'know you don't need to hit her to make your point clear. Maybe you went a
little too far this time.
 
    She'll. Be. Fine. 
  
    I could've found an easier way to-
 
    This isn't your body anymore.You aren't in control anymore, I am.
 
    Oh, no doubt, I get that. You may control our body-- that originally
belonged to me--but we share a mind. I'm still a part of you; you'll never get
rid of me. The sooner you accept that, the easier things will be. 
 
     I may just shoot myself before I let you have control again.
 
    You'd be doing both of us a favor, trust me. 
 
 
 
    
Chapter End Notes
     Crazy Jeff in the next chapter.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     So, I apologize. Lol. I kind of go in and out of fandoms, and when
     I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it. Kinda sucked because once I
     decided to write the next chapter, I forgot where I wanted this story
     to go. BUT! I remembered fragments so I'll just piece them together
     as I go along. I may or may not add a plot, I'm still trying to
     figure out where I want this whole thing to go. I can promise you
     this chapter and the next will be somewhat long. (Smut in the next
     chapter because you've all been waiting so patiently).
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
    You woke up to the smell of maple syrup pleasantly seeping it's way into
your room. Light poured into the room and made its way to your eyes, and you
stretched, getting up and heading towards the door. Walking downstairs, you saw
your Mother and Father sitting on the couch watching television. 
 
    "Good morning, baby! Go get dressed, we're going to go out for breakfast in
a few." your Mother said.
 
    You smiled, walking back upstairs to take a shower. The morning had an
overall euphoric sense to it, and you'd only just woken up. You felt happy,
like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Humming a tune, you walked
into your bathroom to look at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin
glistened and gleamed, untouched and pure.
 
    "Look at you... So beautiful... So precious... So clean."
 
    Your face turned to one of horror as scarred and bloody hands snaked their
way around your hips and hooked upwards between your thighs. You saw Jeff
appear from behind you in the mirror, dragging his tongue up the length of your
neck, his malicious grin all too familiar. Your flesh slowly became tainted,
scars and bruises forming wherever he touched you.
 
    "You like this don't you..." he said as his fingers went inside of you,
causing you to whimper.
 
    "Don't you?"
 
    "Don't you?"
 
     "Don't you?"
 
    Your eyes snapped open when you felt his breath against your neck. Jeff was
pressed against you, tongue on your neck and fingers where they shouldn't be.
You scrambled out of the bed and fell on the floor, taking the covers down with
you. 
 
    "Jesus fuck, calm down." he said as he sighed, taking a drag from the
cigarette that he had lit. Your breathing was ragged as you tried to regain
yourself from the rude wake up call. Jeff looked at you and leaned in closer
with a snide smirk growing on his face. 
 
    "Man I really fucked your eye up didn't I? I meant to hit your nose, but I
guess my aim was off." he said, admiring the bruise on your face. You reached a
finger up and tentatively touched the corner of your eye, wincing at the pain.
"Your knee hit the corner of my eye near the upper part of my nose..." you
informed him, standing up and pulling your t-shirt down to better cover
yourself as you walked to the bathroom to asses this wound. 
 
    You looked at your reflection, seeing a slightly swollen area at the point
of contact. A deep purple bruise hooked under your left eye. Jeff walked in
behind you, tracing his fingers along the cuts on your back, causing you to
hold your breath. He held your hair up and swept it to the side of your
shoulder then trailed his icy fingers underneath your shirt, passing the swell
of your breast.
 
    You were praying to wake up from this dream.
 
    Jeff looked at you through the mirror, his head resting on top of yours.
His arms left your shirt and snaked down the sides of your arms instead. "Just
look at how beautiful you are..." he hummed, making you shiver. His fingers
intertwined with your own. "Do you like being here with me?" he asked, fixing
his eyes on your own through the reflection. 
 
    Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. Your mind began scrambling
for the right answer, trying to avoid getting another knee to your eye.
 
    "Choose your answer carefully." he warned. 
 
    "No," you swallowed, "No, I don't." Closing your eyes and bracing yourself
for whatever was to come. You waited for him to slam your face into the sink,
or maybe he would cut into you again with his knife? Perhaps you just pulled
the last straw and he'd just kill you right here.
 
    Yet nothing came. You opened your eyes to see Jeff staring at you,
adoration completely hazing over his eyes. "That's my girl...Such a quick
learner."
 
    You let out a stuttered breath as he let go of you.
 
    'Tell him the truth, even if it might not be what he'd like to hear.
Noted.'
 
    You followed Jeff as he walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
Smile had been sleeping on the couch, however, as soon as he heard footsteps
coming down the hallway, he bolted to greet his master. You walked past them
and grabbed your phone from the counter to check the time. 
 
    3:16 p.m.
 
    You groaned loudly. "You won't get service up here... I don't know why you
keep trying." Jeff said, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the cabinet. "That's
not it... I just don't like waking up in the afternoon. I'd like to have a
normal sleep schedule." You mumbled, setting your phone down and looking at the
sun that almost touched the peak of the mountains.
 
    Jeff scoffed. "Yeah, good luck with that." He said, slapping your rear as
he walked past you. Smile came up to you demanding attention so you knelt down
to pet him. You began to think about what Jeff had said about Smile last night.
 
    'He was just.... joking with me right?'
 
    Smile suddenly backed away, sitting in front of you. You froze in place as
he lowered his head, staring at you with an intensity that you didn't think
dogs were capable of. You felt as if he was trying to talk to you, feeling a
sense of urgency in the canine's gaze. 
 
 
    'I'm going fucking insane.' you thought. Jeff's voice broke your trance
with the dog, making you jolt. 
 
    "Get dressed. We're gonna go on a little date." he said, smiling at you
from the couch. You must've looked like you swallowed your own heart, because
his gaze quickly shifted into a much darker expression. "Do you have a problem
with that?"

 
    Knee.
 
    "No, not a problem." you said, as you scrambled up and hurried to the room
to get dressed. Pathetic. You're living with a serial killer and the thing you
fear the most about him is his knee. You hoisted the trash bag of clothes onto
the bed, searching for something you wouldn't freeze to death in. You pulled
out a grey hoodie and a short sleeve t-shirt. You threw them on with a pair of
jeans and shoes. 
 
    You waked into the bathroom to brush your teeth and straighten up. Your
hair was a disheveled mess, so you brushed it out and put it up into a sloppy
bun. 
 
    Getting primped up for a psycho...
 
    You sighed, not being able to do anything about the black eye and walked
back into the kitchen. Jeff grinned and motioned you to follow him to the front
door. 
 
    You both trudged through the woods, the walk seeming a lot quicker than the
last time. As you reached the truck, Jeff swung the passenger door open for
you. 
 
    "Your carriage awaits..." he said with a sarcastic tone. You warily stepped
into the passenger seat. An uneasy feeling crept up your spine as you
remembered the last time you were in this truck, you were unconscious. The
truck smelled like stale cigarettes and dried mud. You noticed the seat was a
bench seat, not a two seater. The interior was a darker red with a fine layer
of dust over the dash board. 
 
    Jeff got in and started the truck, the old engine sputtering as it finally
came to life. "Where are we going?" you asked, as he began to back out of the
hidden driveway. "If I wanted you to know, I would've told you..." he said,
"Just sit back and take it easy."
 
    That made you feel even more unsettled, you couldn't begin to think of what
he had in mind. Jeff turned on the radio, playing the Tool CD he had in the
player. You recognized the song, Four Degrees, as it played through the busted
speakers of the truck.
 
    How appropriate.
 
    You rested your head against the window and tried to settle your thoughts. 
 
    You tried. 
Chapter End Notes
     A little uneventful chapter to prepare you guys for the gore fest in
     the next one. I'll try to get the next chapter up here either
     tomorrow or the next day. I promise. I have it written out and
     everything, I've just got to type it out on here. Leave me some
     feedback and kudos if you liked it!
     Apologies for any errors.
     ALSO I extremely recommend you guys look up the songs that I'll be
     mentioning in this chapter and the next. I associate the entire band
     Tool with Jeff, their music just reminds me of him so much.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Graphic depictions of gore in this chapter. Also some nice smut. This
     is a h e l l a long chapter but it's worth it.
     It's like 9:30 p.m. right now and I just finished typing this up on
     the computer (which I've been on all day bc school.) So I'm not gonna
     look over it to correct any errors until tomorrow bc I'm tired AS
     FUCK. SO have fun with this one. As always, leave a comment and kudos
     and shit. Drink responsibly, don't do drugs.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
    The sun had dipped behind the mountains, painting the sky a deep purple
color, quickly followed by the blackness of the night sky. You had been in the
truck for a little over two hours, Jeff driving nonstop. You noted that the
first sign of civilization was two hours and seven minutes away from the cabin
as you saw a gas station and stoplights ahead , and not far after that, a small
town. However, Jeff drove past the town. Deciding to keep quiet, you hunkered
down and waited.
 
    After about three more miles, Jeff turned into a driveway of a small home
and turned the car off before the truck came to a stop. He put it in park after
the vehicle had crept a little closer to the door of the home. You looked at
him in confusion as he reached into the glovebox and pulled out his knife. 
 
    "Stay here."
 
    Your face then twisted into a horrified expression, putting your hand over
your mouth. 
 
    "I'll be right back, I promise."
 
    Jeff quietly shut the car door and disappeared behind the house. All you
could do was sit in the passenger seat. frozen and afraid. The town is three
miles away... if you were to make a break for it, there's no way you'd get away
from him. He didn't leave the keys in the truck either...
 
    'That bastard.' you thought. He'd probably thought of you trying to escape,
hence him driving so far away from the town. He knew you'd be helpless if you
tried to get away. The familiar feeling of hopelessness slowly crept its way
into your mind, making you want to cry. 
 
    Knee.
 
    No, it's better to hold it in. Jeff doesn't like crying; and you wondered
why. It would make sense for a serial killer to want their victims to cry, or
at least they should expect it... right? Maybe you weren't educated enough in
the psycho killer department, or maybe it brought up memories that he doesn't
want to relive. 
 
    You saw a light turn on in the house, pulling you from your thoughts. Did
he kill the people inside? Did the people inside kill him?! What would they do
with you afterwards? Maybe they'd help you get home, or--
 
    The front door swung open, revealing the familiar black hair of your
captor. You swallowed your hopes. You couldn't make out many things in the
darkness, but you could see Jeff silently beckon you his finger. Gulping, you
slowly opened the door and stepped out of the truck. "Come on now, don't be so
fucking shy!" he exclaimed, meeting your halfway and taking your hand. You now
saw that his hoodie was drenched in blood near his shoulders, so much that it
stuck to his skin. As he hurriedly dragged you to the door, he turned around
and said, "Close your eyes... no peeking."
 
    You began to feel dizzy as you stepped inside of the house with your eyes
closed, anticipating the worst. You nearly gagged at the smell that invaded
your nose, taking a step back.
 
    "Ah ah ah..." he said, pushing you further into the house. "Are you ready?"
 
    You mumbled a quiet 'no'.
 
    "Open those beautiful eyes of yours."
 
    You slowly pried one eye open and slammed it shut the moment you caught a
glimpse of the sight before you. You were going to be sick, you felt the bile
rise up in your throat. You held your mouth shut and knelt down to calm your
stomach.
 
    "Come on, baby... I'm pretty proud of myself! Stand up and take a look at
my work." he said, hooking his arms underneath your shoulders and hoisting you
up. Your legs were unable to support your weight, causing you to sway back into
Jeff's form. With your back pressed against his blood soaked hoodie, he took
his knife and pressed the tip of it into your side.
 
    "Open. Your. Eyes." he growled into your neck, pressing the knife even
deeper. Your eyes shot up and took in your surroundings. A family of four,
sitting on the couch. Posing as if they were taking a family photo with their
arms around one another. All of their heads were facing downwards, their
stomachs gutted. The family's entrails were all tied together in a knot; and
above them, a smiley face drawn in blood, dripping sinisterly down the wall. 
 
    The sight only intensified the smell, seeing as now you knew where the
smell was coming from. It was absolutely putrid. 
 
    "That's not even the best part! I couldn't get their heads to stay up by
themselves, so look!" Jeff said, leaving you to wobble on your feet. He walked
over to the father and grabbed his head, craning it upwards to showcase the
smile he'd carved into him. 
 
    "Don't you love it? I cut into all of their faces so they could all be
happy in their final moments." he said, showing off his work like a five year
old would to his parents. "You look a little sick. Something wrong?" he
taunted, "It's the guts isn't it? I never know what to do with them! It's kind
of hard to make them look presentable with all the blood and the yellowish
color of the fat. Pretty gross, right?"
 
    "Jeff, let's go back to the c-cabin... I don't think I feel to good." you
stammered, trying desperately to get away from the scene. He walked over to you
and pulled you against him, your face colliding with his blood soaked chest. 
 
    "You're telling me this doesn't turn you on? I got a hard on just thinking
about you seeing the beautiful mess I've made." he said, taking your hair and
wrapping it around his lithe fingers. He continued, "And now that it's all
playing out in front of me... I don't think I'll be able to control myself for
very much longer." His other hand, not occupied with your hair, slid down to
your rear and pushed your pelvis against his strained erection. 
 
    You didn't think he could top the psychotic scale... and yet here he is,
pressing his erection against you in a blood soaked hoodie in front of a family
of four that he'd just murdered. 
 
    You writhed in his arms, gently escaping his... embrace. You looked at him
tiredly, sporting a doe eyed pout. Jeff cocked his head at you, sighing. "Let's
go to the truck." he said, turning the lights out in the home. You both walked
to the truck, and once you sat down, you pulled your hood over your head and
tried not to think about the family inside as Jeff started the truck with ease,
pulling out of the driveway and heading back down the road. 
 
***
 
    A few minutes had passed and you soon saw yourself on the familiar road in
the middle of nowhere that lead to the cabin. Jeff had discarded his drenched
hoodie at some point, throwing it to the floor with a sickening plop; revealing
the simple black t-shirt he had on underneath. You would've been asleep by now,
however Jeff's hand found its way to your thigh, causing you to stiffen under
his palm.
 
    "Come here." he said suddenly, eyes fixated on the road. You cautiously sat
up and slowly made your way over to him on the seat to where you were sitting
in the middle, not touching him. Your attempt to keep some space between you
two failed, however, because he put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you
closer to him so that your sides were practically melded together.
 
    You stayed like that for only a minute; Jeff's hand began to slide down
your shoulder, then your arm, forcing your back to arch to allow his arm
movement. He then hooked his arm around your waist, tugging at your jeans.
"Take them off,' he said in a monotone voice. You hesitated, but took them off.
 
    Once you shimmied out of your jeans and dropped them to the floor, Jeff's
arm went back to its previous position around your waist. For a moment he was
only tracing the inner part if your thigh very lightly. You began to feel your
arousal growing with every second, anticipating his next move. You were looking
forward to him touching you this way, you won't lie. You would gladly take this
over his knee any day. His fingers finally began rubbing your sex through your
panties, his movements causing wetness to seep from you.
 
    You really didn't know what he wanted. You didn't know if he would get
angry if you made a sound, or if he wanted you to make sounds. Just to be safe,
you bit your lip and curled your toes as he focused on the road, not paying any
mind to you. How could he have so much control over you? In less than a week,
this man has given you the ultimate pleasure, and yet made you experience
dizzying pain and nauseating sickness. 
 
    You couldn't focus on anything because of the burning heat that he was
creating through the fabric of your underwear. It was too much to bear, and you
accidentally lost yourself for a moment. Your jaw let go of its vice grip of
your lower lip and you let out a soft moan, writhing and running your hand over
Jeff's skilled hand. He cursed under his breath and jerked the steering wheel
right, parking on the side of the road. 
 
    You froze, silently panicking, thinking you did something wrong. You
flinched when he reached under the seat and pushed back, creating a space
between him and the steering wheel. Jeff grabbed you by the torso and swung
your legs over his so that you were straddling him in the front seat. He
instantly ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your
head back to expose your neck. He began attacking your neck; growling as he
left rough, teeth-scraping kisses along your jaw and collarbone. 
 
   He quickly pulled off both your t-shirt and hoodie, leaving you in just your
undergarments. The cool metal of the door that grazed your thigh along with the
gentle breeze of heat coming from the air vents created goosebumps all over
your body. You gingerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and left gentle,
open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and neck. Suddenly, you felt the blade of
his knife slide up your spine and back down again. You were afraid he was going
to cut into you again, but instead, he grabbed the seam of your panties and
sliced them in two places, letting them fall to the floor. 
 
    His fingers were on you instantly, gliding smoothly against your lower
lips, causing you to gasp into his neck. 
 
    "You like that?" he asked, once again grabbing a fistful of your hair and
forcing you back. You nodded, repeatedly saying, "Yes, please..." You were
unconsciously grinding against his stilled fingers, pressing down on them in
hopes of getting the indescribable pleasure of fulfillment. Jeff sat back for a
moment to watch you in this needy state with a smirk on his face. He removed
his fingers and sucked them clean before reaching around you to unclasp your
bra.
 
   You desperately moaned as his tongue made contact with your nipple, your
hands steadying themselves on his shoulders, you allowed yourself to melt into
him. This felt so nice. So good. Not to be tied up... to be able to reciprocate
and to feel. Willingly wanting his physical contact. He placed his hands at
your lower back and raked them up your spine, causing you to become putty in
his hands. His nails dug into the scabs of your scars, creating a satisfying
mixture of pain and pleasure.
 
    His hands left your body, but you were to preoccupied with his neck to
realize. The heavy sighs he was making against your shoulder was almost enough
to make you cum right there. You tangled your hands in his thick hair, moaning
into his mouth as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. You were pushed back
into reality as his fully erect member was out, and rubbing against your thigh.
 
    "Fuck..." he moaned as you eagerly rubbed yourself along his cock, taking
advantage of your position on top pf him. He placed himself at your entrance as
you rose up on your knees. You didn't hesitate to lower yourself onto him, his
cock sliding in you with ease and little discomfort.
 
    How the tables have turned... The last time he was in you like this, you
were pinned to a door while he took your virginity against your will. Now here
you sit on his lap, grinding on him like your life depended on it.
 
    "Stop." he said, making you halt your movements immediately, going silent.
You noticed the music now, Passenger by Deftones was playing on the forgotten
radio station. Jeff grabbed your chin, putting his fingers in your mouth. You
noticed he does that often... you weren't complaining, though. He pulled your
jaw down, removing his fingers and trailing them down your torso. He touched
your clit, making you sigh in pleasure. His hands coaxed your thighs upwards,
and stopped you half way.
 
    "Go down... slowly." he commanded. You slowly descended, squeezing your
muscles around his length the best you could. He groaned ever so slightly as
you rose up and repeated the motion. His arms wrapped around your torso and
pulled you closer to him, his mouth molding into your own as his tongue forced
your lips apart. He brought his hand down on your ass, gripping fiercely at the
flesh, making you hiss at the sting. You noticed a shift in his movements when
his hands were gripped at your thighs, guiding your hips and forcing you to
pick up the pace.
 
    The windows of the truck were misty and fogged with faint lines left by
your fingerprints. Jeff's breaths grew longer and heavier as you set a quicker
pacer, thighs beginning to quiver with every thrust. A strained whimper escaped
your lips as Jeff bucked his hips into yours roughly, hitting a spot in you
that nearly made you scream. He noticed this, and stabilized your hips to
continue the motions, Not long after he turned you into a moaning, panting,
sweating mess with his movements.
 
    "Jeff," you panted, "Can I cum... p-please..." You were begging at this
point, hardly able to get the words out. You heard him curse as he looked up at
you, making eye contact. 
 
    "You've been so, so good, I just...fuck... I just might let you." he said
between staggered breaths. "Tell me who fucking owns you." 
 
    "You do, I'm yours..." you replied, riding him vigorously, trying not to
focus on the tight coil in your stomach. Jeff hooked his arms underneath yours,
gripping your shoulders with his hands to force your body down harder upon him.
The skin on skin contact was too much to handle combined with the continuous
thrusts... you were afraid you wouldn't be able to hold your climax back. 
 
    That's when he gave you permission.
 
    "I want you to cum all fucking over me," he growled into your neck, "Make
it good." 
 
    You let yourself go immediately, your body convulsing as your vision went
white. Your head rested on his shoulder as he came when you were beginning to
come down from your high. He let out an animalistic growl followed by hard
breathing when he came, slowly riding out his orgasm until both of your heart
rates settled.
 
    If you weren't tired before, you were most definitely, without a doubt,
tired now. 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Gosh golly gee willikers that sure was steamy, good shit 10/10.
     Jeff's POV in the next chapter, give me a minimum of at least three
     or four days for the next chapter to be posted bc I haven't even
     started writing it yet lol.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, in this chapter you're going to get to see Jeff's point of view
     about what just went down. He's having some internal conflicts with
     his other part, which we'll call Sane Jeff. (Basically himself before
     the incident.) If this chapter is confusing, I'll explain everything
     in the end notes of this chapter, so be sure to read that. Also, yet
     again, I'm typing this late at night because I'm the world's best
     procrastinator so excuse any errors, I'll fix them in the morning.
     Have fun.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jeff's POV:
 
    Single-handedly the hottest experience of my entire god damn life.
 
    And I don't care how juvenile that sounds, I can't possibly explain what
just happened in any other way. It all just happened so... easily.
 
    I honestly never believed a girl would willingly have sex with me. 
 
    Well, technically speaking, did she have a choice?
 
    No, but that's besides the point. She let me touch her, she wanted me to
touch her. Did you hear the sounds she was making? Did you see how eagerly she
fucking rode me? Oh, she rode me... she rode me so fucking good.
 
    Unfortunately yeah, I was there to witness it all. She's one hell of a
girl.
 
    I can't recall myself ever cumming that hard.
 
    For once, I can most certainly agree with you on that one. 
 
    She looked at me with heavy lidded, glazed-over eyes afterwards, and mine
probably looked the same too. Her head gently touched mine, and I don't know
why, but I kissed her. And this time, it felt different.
 
    It didn't feel like I wastaking something, or forcing anything either. She
was kissing me back, matching with the same pace. 
 
    I really love her mouth...
 
    Yeah, I do too. God if I keep kissing her I'm going to get hard again.
(Which I have no problem with.) I took my hands and ran them through her hair,
pushing her face just a little bit harder against mine so I could reach further
into her mouth.
 
    What's gotten into her? Any other time she'd be fighting or crying in an
attempt to get away from you. Do you think she's just accepted her fate? To be
stuck here with you until you get tired of her?
 
    Whatever it is, I'm not complaining. 
 
    Or even crazier... maybe she's developing feelings for you.
 
    I froze.
 
    Or! Or maybe you're the one developing feelings for her!
 
    I broke away from her lips suddenly, putting my hand on her chest to push
her back and create a space between us. She looked at me quizzically, those
hazy eyes devouring me, and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"


    Way to go.
 
    The girl who did literally everything right, in the rightest way possible,
is asking me if she did something wrong. Now, I'm not mentally stable enough to
be reassuring--
 
    You're not mentally stable in the first place.
 
    --So I settled for scoffing and told her to put her clothes back on.
 
    Nice one, genius. A true fucking Don Juan.
 
    I took the back of my hand and wiped away the fog on the windshield as she
awkwardly dressed in the passenger seat. 
 
    Oh, I must congratulate you on the music choice. I remember going through
puberty and listening to that song and thinking, "I'm totally gonna have sex
with a hot chick while this is playing." At least I can check one thing of my
bucket list now.
 
    Glad to be of assistance. You're welcome to leave anytime now.
 
    Are you still bent up over the realization of you finding a girl who
hardens your dick but softens your heart? You're not completely devoid of
feelings y'know. I still inhabit your mind, remember?
 
    I started driving again, my legs were completely numb and my arms were
trembling. Why you ask? I have no clue. It could be because I wasn't expecting
to cum that hard; it could be because I've never been accused of liking
someone. (Save for the elementary school taunting.)
 
    I kinda want to hold her hand... I mean it's right there. 
 
    No. I let you get the better of me with that last kiss, and I'm not letting
that happen again. 
 
    You're not just used to mushy feelings. 
 
    I can't let someone get to me like that, you know what that would do to
me? 
 
    I can hear the wedding bells, see the white picket fence... maybe a few
Jeff and (Y/n) juniors running around. 
 
    I'm joking of course. You'd be a terrible father.
 
    "Would you stop?!"
 
    I swear to god, you have no self control.
 
    Fuck. I just said that out loud.
 
    "Uh, w-what did I do?" she nearly whispered. Great, I scared her. Wait,
no... I shouldn't care if I scared her or not because she won't and doesn't
matter to me.
 
    Okay, hardass. Whatever makes you sleep at night. 
 
    "You're... biting your nails and it's driving me insane."
 
    Says the already insane one, good job.
 
    "Oh, I'm sorry. Nervous habit I guess." she said, resting her head against
the window. I turned up the music to avoid any type of conversation with her,
since I clearly am not in the position to hold one right now. 
 
    This feels weird. You just had sex with her and now you're both smushed
against either side of the car. I can't imagine how she feels right now. She
probably thinks you used her. 
 
    I did.
 
    Well I don't want her to think that!
 
    This isn't about what you want. 
 
    Obviously. If it were, I'd be holding her hand... maybe even confessing to
her. 
 
    Don't. You. Dare.
 
    What's this? Are you afraid of me overpowering you? I couldn't help but to
notice that you lower your defenses when you're around her, which makes it
easier for me to govern your actions. That wasn't you getting the idea to wrap
bandages around her wounds that you inflicted that one night. That was me
feeling sorry for her because she has to put up with you. 
 
    You don't think I realize that? I know who I am, and I know who you are. I
don't have time for this.
 
    You're going to listen to me.
 
    I turned left into the hidden driveway and parked the car abruptly,
slamming the door when I got out. (Y/n) followed quickly after, trying to keep
up with my pace.
 
    Slow down, you idiot! She's a thousand miles behind us and she's going to
get lost.
 
    Too bad. I might as well let her die. 
 
    I said slow down!
 
    My back straightened, and my pace immediately slowed. 
 
    I'm not going to let her die. And I'm not going to let you kill her,
either. I don't understand why you have to make things about you all the time. 
 
    "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I said; out loud, god damn it.
 
    I'm not asking you to let me take control. I'm asking you to accept me,
just like I've accepted you.
 
    (Y/n) caught up with me as we walked over the final incline on our way to
the cabin, but her foot caught underneath a branch and she tripped, grabbing my
arm and bringing me down with her. I just laid there with my face in the dirt,
completely over this day for some reason. The cold ground actually felt good
against my head. (Y/n) scrambled to her feet spewing thousands of apologies per
second.
 
    "Jeff? Are you okay?" she asked. 
 
    Who knew the ground could feel this good. It's like a damp, cold mattress
specifically made to mold to your body. "Are you okay?" she asked again, saying
it slower.
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "Well, you're laying face down in the dirt..."
 
    "And?" came my muffled reply. She knelt down in front of me, reaching for
my hand. "No, don't touch me. Just let me lay right the fuck here." I said. I
imagined her confused expression, which almost made me want to look at her out
of curiosity. 
 
    "No, better yet; take my legs and just drag me the rest of the fucking way.
It isn't that far." I said, my face still in the dirt. 
 
    "You can't be serious." she said, standing up.
 
    "As serious as I'll ever be."
 
   Then she laughed.
 
    It was quiet, but it was a laugh nonetheless.
 
    I made her laugh! I've still got it!
 
    I'm too tired to give a shit right now. 
 
    Eventually she pulled me up-- I'll be honest; her smell is now intoxicating
to me-- and we made it to the cabin. She followed me into the bedroom where we
both fell on the bed, not bothering to take our clothes off. 
 
    I guess we were both too tired to care about anything.
Chapter End Notes
     Is Insane Jeff giving up his control? Is he considering it? Does he
     have a choice? We'll find out in the next chapter. Kind of.
     Basically Sane Jeff inhabit's Insane Jeff's mind. Sane Jeff has
     accepted Insane Jeff, and allows him to be in control. However, they
     are one person, so Sane Jeff's feelings and thoughts greatly
     influence some of Insane Jeff's actions. Sane Jeff obviously has
     feelings for the reader, but Insane Jeff is trying to suppress those
     emotions to the best of his ability. Now that the reader has come
     into their life, Sane Jeff is desperately trying to protect the
     reader from Insane Jeff's discourse. Hence why Sane Jeff is becoming
     a little more demanding this time around. Any questions, leave a
     comment!
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     What's up? My hiatuses just suck am I right? I apologize. This
     chapter is sorta long, only because I didn't wanna leave it as a
     cliff hanger ya feel. If you guys want to talk to me or anything I
     recently made a tumblr so you can follow me at insomniacitis. I try
     my best to stay away from that site lmao. The creepypasta tag is just
     so cringey! Okay, so yeah... here's the next chapter. Sorry for any
     mistakes!
     Edit: This chapter is actually extremely long lmao, my b.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   You couldn't sleep well that night; too much was on your mind. Jeff,
however, was snoring the second he hit the bed. Too many thoughts plagued your
mind; multiple unanswered questions came up by the dozens. 
 
    Still, you lay silent in bed, listening to the slow breaths coming from
Jeff. You turned your back to him, your gaze shifting outside the window. It
was only 11 p.m., maybe you could take this opportunity to get your sleeping
schedule back on track? You sighed, "Like that's going to happen..."
 
    You never did get the chance to process what happened only a few hours ago.
You witnessed a murder... you sat back and watched it happen. "Not like there
was anything I could have done..." you thought helplessly. You winced,
recalling the grotesque scene and the vulgar words Jeff had spoken. 
 
    "Killing those people...aroused him." You remembered him pressing his
erection against your leg as he took you in his arms. 
 
    "What a fucking psycho." You slammed your hand over your mouth and froze.
Turning your head slowly, you saw Jeff was still asleep with his arm over his
head. "That's weird... he's usually a light sleeper." Cautiously, you sat up,
exhaling softly. You ran a hand through your hair and noticed it felt dirty.
Looking down at your legs, you saw there was still dirt on them from where you
had fallen. 
 
   Deciding that it was best to take a shower now besides waiting for him to
wake up, you tip toed your way to the bathroom and shut the door silently.
Shutting the blinds of the window, you undressed and turned the shower on. How
long had it been since you've had a hot shower? "Too long... way too long." You
allowed the hot water to spray against the scars on your back, taking in the
steam and the general relaxation that went along with a calming shower. The
water had taken your mind off of things until you had noticed stings of pain
different regions of your body. You drifted your hand along the new cuts that
Jeff inflicted when you two were... er, together, in the truck.
 
    "I fucked a serial killer right after he killed a family..." you said out
loud, the realization coming to you. "Felt good though... especially that last
kiss, what was that?" you thought. He wrapped his hand around your head and
brought you closer to his lips with force but, it was gentle. He wasn't
attacking your lips—he was caressing them. And what about that random outburst
when he was driving home?! Or when he decided to become one with the dirt?
 
    "What a crazy night..." you sighed as you stepped out of the shower.
Walking to the door, you peeked out and saw that Jeff was still asleep. You
walked over to his side of the bed, peering over him. The clock now read
midnight; Jeff's figure was outlined by the glow of the red alarm clock.
"Jeff," you whispered, stepping back and bracing yourself for anything. But no
answer came. Not even a budge. "Jeff—" you tired again, this time a little
louder, your voice cracking out nervousness. Still met with nothing.
 
    You dressed yourself in sweatpants and a hoodie, and silently walked to the
kitchen for a drink. As you cracked open a bottle of water, you saw Smile lying
down on the couch, yawning. He must've been sleeping. Turning round, you
assured him that you weren't doing anything sketchy. "Talking to a fucking
dog..." you said, grabbing your phone off of the counter. "Hey, uh, I'm going
to step out on the porch. Not going anywhere. Promise." you added, opening the
door to the front of the cabin as the dog slowly went back to sleep. 
 
    The frigid winter air hit you in the face as you took a seat on the
doorstep. You opened your phone and scrolled through pictures of your friends
and family, tapping on random pictures that brought up loving memories.You
missed your family... a lot. Going to your contacts, you scanned over your
Dad's number and clicked the call button, just so you could feel like you were
taking a vacation from home; assuring your Dad that you were alright and that
you'd be home soon. You curled your knees up and buried your head into them
while trying to convince yourself of the imagined fantasy world as tears weld
up in your eyes.
 
    Riiing, riing, riiing     
 
    'No... no way.' you thought. Looking at your phone, you noticed two bars at
the top of your screen, while it read 'calling' under 'Dad'. You tried to
persuade yourself to believe that this was all some kind of dream. A sick,
twisted, cruel dream. The ringing had stopped, and the timer began counting
form zero. Everything went in slow motion until you realized that this, in
fact, was not a dream. You found yourself speechless as you watched the timer
reach ten seconds, yet you still had not heard a voice from the other side. 
 
    "Please please please..." you silently cried in your head. 
 
    "(Y/n)...?"
 
     You audibly gasped and covered your mouth as you doubled over in
disbelief. "Dad! Dad! Oh god, Dad I miss you so much, please help me...!" you
began sobbing harder, forcing your voice to lower before you woke Jeff up.
 
    "(Y/n) where are you?! We've been searching for weeks—what's happened? Are
you okay? Are you hurt?" he spoke into the phone as if he was crying as well. 
 
    "I'm far away from home—the mountains? I don't really know where I'm at...
somewhere near Shenandoah—I don't know Dad just please find me before he kills
me!" you choked as you backed into the door pressing your ear against it to see
if you could hear if he was up; you weren't sure if you would be able to
survive another knee to the face. 
 
    "Who?"
 
    "Jeff! His name is Jeff, I don't know his last name but—" you felt as if
you were going to throw up when you heard the three sickening beeps that
signalized that the call had been dropped. 
 
    "Fuck!" You scrambled for the call button again, but the call dropped
before it even rang. You stilled for a moment trying to collect yourself, but
to no avail. You sat outside and cried your eyes out. You weren't only crying
for the agonizing tease of freedom, but for all the times Jeff hadn't allowed
you to cry. The times he's denied you to be scared, while constantly testing
your limits. This monster... this deranged psychopath who has no problem with
beating women, killing people, kidnapping, and burglary hand-picked your life
and decided to ruin it. 
 
    And no longer were you going to stand back and let it happen. You
straightened your spine and breathed slowly, wiping the tears from your face.
Looking at your phone, you made a silent promise that you were going home alive
and well... and that meant you had to escape. You looked into the woods, trying
to calculate how far the truck was from here. 'I need to be mindful of Smile,
too.' 
 
    You sat for a minute, devising a plan and thinking of every single possible
outcome there could be. Let's say you make it to the truck without Jeff or
Smile knowing... that'll be the best (but nearly impossible) outcome. Let's say
you make it to the truck, but Jeff knows. He'll come after you... and he knows
this area better than you, so he clearly has the advantage. And then there's
the possibility of you not making it to the truck at all, being caught by Jeff
before you could make it to the truck.
 
 "It'll be fine... If Dad's smart enough he'll trace my location through the
call. I told him the area where I am, so authorities would be looking for me,
right? I'll just have to pray that I live through whatever Jeff has in store
for me if he ends up catching me." you thought to yourself. You stood up
abruptly, determination now flooding through your bones as you grabbed the door
handle and walked back inside. Peering to your right, you saw Smile asleep in a
ball on the couch, the fire place glowing up the living room. 
 
    Entering the bedroom, you saw that Jeff was still asleep. You grabbed your
shoes, slipping them on silently, then walked in front of Jeff, kneeling down
so that you were eye level with him. "Jeff?" you tried once more, and was met
with silence yet again. "Fuck you... You're going to rot in hell for the things
you've done." You stood up, and walked out of the room with a satisfied grin.
 
    Taking the key to the truck from the counter, you made your way to the
front door as quietly as possible. Waking up Smile would ruin your scheme
before it even started. Once you were out of the house, you stayed still for a
moment to make sure the canine didn't notice you. After you decided that it was
clear, you sneaked into the woods and then hauled ass. Talking with your Dad
gave you new hope... even if this plan didn't work (honestly, you didn't think
you'd get this far) your Dad knew where you were.
 
    As you sprinted through the woods, you fantasized about the thought of Jeff
being shoved into the back of a police cruiser in handcuffs as you leaned back
and waved goodbye with a vindictive smile plastered on your face. Oh, how you
longed for that day... maybe you'd visit him in prison—no; they wouldn't place
someone like him in prison. He'd go straight to a mental institution. He gives
off that 'straight jacket and padded walls' vibe, doesn't he? Come to think of
it—
 
    Your body froze at the sound of savage barking coming from the direction of
the cabin."Shit, shit shit! That fucking dog!" you mentally panicked as you
flew through the woods even faster; the threat of death being your only will at
this point. "If I can just reach the truck..." 
 
    Smile came into view as you looked back; followed by Jeff. 
 
    "I'm fucked!" you repeated over and over until Smile had caught up with
you, taking you down instantly with a bite to your left leg. You frustratedly
cried out as Jeff had walked over to you, seething with anger. "Just what
the ever loving fuck do you think you're doing? Did you actually believe you'd
get away, at night, on foot, and in the middle of nowhere?" he growled,
kneeling over you. You looked at him, desperately trying to hide your fear as
you held back tears. "Oh, oh, oh, oh! What the fuck do we have here?!" he
exclaimed, taking the key from your grip. "You were going to take my truck?
Really? Tsk tsk tsk..." Jeff seized your hair and hoisted you up, practically
dragging you back to the cabin, muttering curses and scolds along the way.
 
    You kept yourself from sobbing; taking slow, steady breaths as you were
flung through the front door of the hell house, landing on your shoulder. Jeff
slammed the door behind him and continued his rant: "After all I've done for
you, giving you shelter, giving you food, clothes! This is how you repay me?"
he yelled, pacing the floor like a ravenous tiger behind bars. "Even after
we fucked!" 
 
    You paused and looked at him questioningly. "Did that actually... mean
something to him?" you thought. Jeff saw the look you gave him, and paused as
well, still seething. "Fuck! Why can't you keep your fucking mouth shut for one
god damn second and let me talk!" he screamed, resuming his pacing with both
hands running through his hair. 
 
    You came to the conclusion that he definitely has voices in his head. He
was not talking to you just then. This is wonderful. 
 
    He towered over you, taking a deep breath before saying, "Stand up." You
hesitated, of course, you were afraid of his—"Stand up!" he shouted once more,
and you scrambled to your feet, avoiding his knee on your way up. Your eyes met
with his heaving chest, not wanting to meet his piercing gaze. "Give me one
good reason why I shouldn't kill you, right now." he demanded in a menacing
tone.
 
    "J-Jeff, I just— I was..." your mind was struggling for the right words to
say; to formulate some type of lie or excuse but it was no use. You were caught
red handed. You lowered your head in defeat and your knees went weak just
thinking about what he was going to do with you. "You're pathetic." he said,
taking your hand in his and wrenching it back painfully. As your body lowered
from the pain, sure enough, Jeff kept your back in place as his knee lifted up
and collided with your rib cage with great force.
 
    Your body fell to the ground as you gasped for air, the impact knocking the
wind from your lungs. There was a sharp pain whenever you inhaled, a pain so
sharp that it began to make you cry. Jeff told you to get up, you heard him,
but you couldn't obey. "I... can't." you gasped out in between sobs. "It h-
hurts too much. I can't move, Jeff." You waited for the frustrated screaming,
the threats, more wounds, but they never came.
 
    Instead, Jeff fell to his knees in front of you, and pulled your upper body
into his lap in a painful embrace. He backed up until his back was resting on
the side of the couch, and he cradled you in his arms. You continued crying,
even more so now that he had you in this painful position, but what you heard
next almost made you question if this moment was real or not. 
 
    "I'm sorry..." he said, ever so softly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...shit."
he repeated louder this time, hiccuping into your hair like a child. 
 
    "Is this—is he crying?!" 
 
    "I don't want to hurt you... I don't. Me. He's the one I can't control. I
love you. He loves you too... he does. He just has a d-different way of showing
it. I love you, I love you." Jeff said those words as if they were brand new to
him. He caressed your back and your hair, quietly crying while muttering
incoherent things. "Say it back to me." he said, taking deep breaths. 
 
    "I love y-you... too." you sputtered, feeling as if you were consoling a
child. You grimaced under his tightening grip.
 
    "Say it again..."
 
    "I love you too, Jeff." 
 
    "Y-you won't try to leave again w-will you?" he asked, the question laced
with an underlying threat.
 
    You buried your head in his chest and wrapped your arms around his
shoulders the best you could. "No, I won't." 
 
    Jeff took his hand and wrapped it around your hair once again, and pulled
you closer so he was next to your ear. The pitiful, crying child tone was gone,
and was replaced with the same menacing tone as before. "Good... Because if you
try to leave again, I will tie you to the bed... and put this entire place up
in flames." 
 
    Your breath caught in your throat once more, and you nodded slightly in his
vice-like grip. He began petting you again and started slowly rocking back and
forth, saying things like, 'I love you, don't think about leaving, I love you
so much... You love me too right? I'll kill everyone close to you if you leave
again... I don't want to hurt you... just stay with me. I love you, I love you,
I love you."
 
   " I love you too Jeff, I love you too."
 
    Well. If he didn't give off that 'straight jacket and padded walls' vibe
then; he most certainly does now.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Whew! Long chapter. Jeff is fucking insane. Sane Jeff got the lead
     there at the end for a little bit. Honestly I was laughing the entire
     time writing the beginning of this because Jeff was so TIRED after
     the truck fiasco I couldn't stop thinking of that one lyric from
     Nicki Minaj's Anaconda: "Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin'
     me NyQuil." I was actually in tears. Yeah! So give me feedback on
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***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello, my children. Enjoy the update, excuse the errors.
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    I screwed my eyes shut as the sun crept its way over my face, impulsively
drawing a deep yawn from my lungs. Ugh, what year was it? I felt distorted and
drowsy... and heavy. Literally. Wait, that's not my weight. I looked down at
(Y/n)'s form, languidly draped over my own. Was I on the floor? I was. My back
was propped up against the couch, giving me a terrible fucking crick in my
neck. 
    What the fuck happened last night? I just remember the sex... is that why
I'm on the floor? Did we do it again? Fuck, I can't remember anything. I gotta
get up and stretch, my entire body feels numb. 
    I trailed my hand underneath her shirt, fully anticipating her to jump away
and yank her shirt down. However, she stayed. That's certainly a pleasant
surprise. Any other time she'd find an excuse to create a space between us--one
that I'd obnoxiously fill. 
    "(Y/n)..." I rasped, my voice unexpectedly sore, "Get the fuck off of me."
    She must be a heavy sleeper--either that or she's just as numb as I am.
Either way, I had to move; so I placed my hands around her torso and shoved her
off of me. Her body collided with the wooden floor as I groaned while
attempting to stand up. A chorus of pops and cracks filled my head as I managed
to stand upright and stretch. I looked around and noticed Smile, who was
cowering underneath the table as if he'd done something wrong.
    "What's wrong with you?" I asked as he tucked his tail further between his
legs and flattened his ears. My eyes drifted to the unresponsive girl laying on
the floor beneath me. Her shirt was lifted enough to showcase the splotches of
red and purple near her rib cage. I studied the bruise; I didn't remember
inflicting that one. Then again, I wouldn't put it past myself, either. How did
she get...
    Oh... Oh boy, I remember it. It makes sense now. 
    My little girl ran away last night, got past Smile and made a beeline for
my truck. What a ballsy move, I'll admit I was impressed. Unfortunately for
her, I dragged her ass back to the lodge and delivered a swift blow to her
side... let's see, what else am I missing. 
    Wait, fuck... That's right. He cried in front of her. I let him get the
best of me. This is great. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
    Hey dumbass. She hasn't moved yet.
    ...Fuck. I knelt down over her to find her pulse, seeing as how I basically
blacked out after he took over. Who knows... I could've killed her.
    She might be dead.
    I hope she's not.
    It took me a moment; her pulse was so faint underneath my index finger I
had to hold my own breath to concentrate. I shook my head and smiled. Such a
fighter she is. Hooking my arms behind her neck and beneath her legs, I picked
her up and moved her to the couch. There's not much to do except wait for her
to wake up. The thought of having my way with her again loomed over my mind,
but I have standards, believe it or not. I'd much rather have them fighting me
than in an unconscious state. 
    Sickening.
   I feel like I'm getting sober, when's the last time I had a drink? I can't
function correctly without some type of alcohol in my system. I've found a sort
of uncomfortable comfort in alcoholism. It fades the vividness of my past,
makes the memories a little more murky than usual. It helps amplify that
infamous apathy of mine. 
   Wow, okay, Edgar Allan Poe. Calm down, you most definitely are sober. 
    ...Plus if I drink enough, I can manage to drown him out for a few hours.
And with that thought in mind, I rushed to the fridge and noticed there was
only a nearly empty bottle of beer--which does nothing for me--sitting in the
corner. That's not good, I'm gonna have to go out soon to grab some more. 
   Functioning alcoholic.
   Any last words?
   Carpe diem.
    That's the spirit.
    I started chugging my way down to the bottom of the bottle--which was only
a few gulps--the carbonated liquid that I've formed a tolerance for temporarily
calming my nerves. I leaned against the counter, gazing into nothing as I start
to wonder why she attempted to run in the first place. It was cute, the way she
thought she had a chance. But, why? I thought she was smarter than that. Surely
she didn't run just to amuse me. Something had to have motivated her...
    Her phone. Where was her phone? God damn it, she couldn't have managed to
catch a signal, the only place you have a chance of catching any of the towers
out here is outside; if you were lucky. But Smile wouldn't have let her get
past--
    That fucking dog.
    "The one job I give you!" I said out loud, the realization dawning on me as
I rubbed my temples, "How do you manage to fuck up the simplest task?"
    Smile ran into a room down the hallway, guilt ridden on his demon-mutt
face. "For your sake, you had better pray to your god that she hadn't reached
anyone!" I called to him, walking over to (Y/n), taking the phone from her dirt
smeared pocket. 
    Tapping her recent calls, I clenched my fist around my hair as I read over
the details of the outgoing call she made to her Dad around 1 am last night.
The outgoing call that lasted for nearly 30 seconds. The outgoing call that
could potentially jeopardize everything I've worked for.
    I'm definitely going to need more liquor.
    I dropped the phone and walked to the basement door, unlocking the several
locks and flying down the stairs. Maybe I had some lying around in the freezer
for some reason. I haven't been down here in months; not since the last
relatively big kill I made. I pulled the rusty metal beads down hanging from
the ceiling and watched as the fluorescent light flickered to life,
illuminating the cement-floored, stone-walled area.
    I rummaged through different frozen appendages and... was that a toe? I
couldn't tell; but there were no stray bottles of anything in the freezer.
    You really need to um, throw those out when you get a chance.
    I spat a plethora of curses as I slammed the door and slid to the ground. 
    Take it easy, don't lose it... we'll get more. 
    I peered around the dainty room, stopping at a particularly barren looking
wall. The other walls had shelves, toolboxes, (blood splatters), and other
various things. Then there's this one clean, empty wall... Why hadn't I noticed
it before? I sighed, and cocked my head against the door. 
    I can feel you slipping, Jeff... keep it together.
    The image of (Y/n) bound by her wrists flashed in my mind. Her writhing
body adorned by metal chains and leather with a gag around her salivating
mouth. The thought of seeing her in that position did things to me. Oh, I'd do
anything for that opportunity. A pretty little pet of my own just waiting for
my attention. 
   Maybe I could freeze some ofher appendages--
    OKAY! Alrighty we need to go, let's go... get up, come on. Out of the
basement. 
    I vow to put good use to that wall.
    I picked myself up and shuffled up the stairs, opening the door and locking
it behind me. Turning around, I saw the girl I'd fantasized about seconds ago
awake on the couch with a muddled look plastered on her face. 
    "...Hi!" I blurted suddenly, my voice cracking like a prepubescent
teenager. 
     God damn it, stop talking! You've already done enough.
    Sorry, I wanted to say hi.
    Grumbling, I rolled my eyes and slowly walked towards her, taking a seat on
the table. (Y/n) leaned back instinctively and averted her gaze from my own.
    "My side really hurts." she said quietly. "I'd imagine." I replied. She
shuffled her shoulders around awkwardly, and looked at me with nervousness in
her eyes.
    Please don't remember last night, please don't remember last night, please
don't remember last night, please don't--
    "...What happened last night?" she said timidly.
    Fuck.
    Well, what's your reply going to be, genius?
    "I... don't remember." I mumbled, "Blacked out for a moment."
    Ladies and gentlemen, the master of lies.
   (Y/n) looked as if she expected that answer and let a small sigh escape her
lips.
    Deny, deny, deny. I refuse to have a fucking feelings jam with her, besides
it's your fault I'm in this mess in the first place. 
    Welcome.
    Sighing the same, i took my hand and ran it through my hair as Smile came
towards me and set his head on my knee.
    "Are you okay?" she asked, "Your hand is trembling." I held out both of my
hands and sure enough they were both twitching and shaking. "I ran out of
alcohol sometime last night. Any other morning I would've downed a fucking
fifth by now."
    I reached into my pocket and pulled a cigarette out, my lighter wasn't with
me though. (Y/n) then reached over the arm of the couch and picked up a stray
lighter from the floor, lighting it and holding it out as I leaned forward to
touch the flame to the tip of the cigarette. I took a drag from it, then held
it out. "Take it."
    "...I don't--"
    "Take. It."
    She reached out and gently took the cigarette from my twitching fingers.
"Now, smoke it." (Y/n) looked at me hesitantly and placed the butt of it on her
lips, quickly filling her mouth with smoke and blowing it out. "Ah ah ah. Put
it back in and hold the smoke in your lungs. Let it warm your chest."
    As she pressed it to her lips again, she inhaled as I told her to, wincing
from the bruise on her side. Just to ensure that she held it, I jumped forward
and pressed my hand against her mouth and nose so she'd have no choice. At
first she was attempting to keep calm but as she began clawing and struggling
against my arm. I held her for another moment before letting her go, watching
her sputter and expel the smoke from her lungs.
    The remaining smoke flowed around her nose as she glared at me
angrily. God, I love that look...
    Oh, come on... Now? We don't have time for this.
    I got up from the table and laid down on the couch with my head on the arm
rest. "Come here."
    (Y/n) cautiously crawled next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. My
arm wrapped around her and I pulled her face up to mine to force my way into
her mouth. She tried to pull back but I kept her in place. I took the cigarette
from her and took another drag from it, only to blow the smoke down her throat
when I kissed her again. 
    She willingly took it, even going so far as to bite my lip as we pulled
back. My left hand instinctively went downwards to unzip my jeans. "Why don't
you..." I said, taking her hand, "...help me take the edge off for now?"
    I spat on her hand an brought it down to warp around my hard on. My hand
guided hers as I taught her the motions to get me off. She quickly got the hang
of it. My jaw clenched as she brought her hand up to her mouth to slide her
tongue against it and resume her motions faster than before. 
    "Keep going..." I said, cigarette hanging from my mouth. My other hand was
entangled in her hair, exposing her neck as I pulled it back. She took her
mouth and pressed her lips against my collarbone, her tongue swirling small
circles as she followed the protruding bone to my neck. 
    I pried my hand away from hers, telling her to continue stroking... trying
my damnedest not to lose it. 
    We leave when that cigarette burns out. 
   I put both of my hands around her head and pushed her down until she got the
hint of what to do. I didn't give her any time to adjust. 
    Patience is a virtue.
    Her mouth wrapped around me and I forced her head down further, triggering
her gag reflex. I took another drag as she shook it off--such a trooper--and
summoned more saliva to her mouth. Her hand was working the lower part of my
shaft as her mouth stayed occupied with the head, sucking and making 'pop'
sounds here and there. 
    My hand tightened around her hair as my head pressed against the arm of the
couch, spewing curses out like it was nothing. She moaned around my cock,
causing my breath to hitch. 
    The cigarette was almost out.
    "I think... fucking your mouth is my new obsession..." I said, speaking
around the cigarette. That must have given her a confidence boost because she
moaned even louder... sucked even harder. I began panting, my hands were
trembling more than before. 
    I gripped her head to keep her steady, "Don't fucking stop... Christ..."
she stilled around the tip and continued working the lower half into her mouth.
She was taking too long, so I pushed my hips forward and pressed her head down
until I was fully in.
    "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I came into her mouth as she was coughing and choking
around my length, her eyes glassy. She had swallowed it all, like the good
whore she is. My hips came back down slowly as I watched her lift her head up.
A thick strand of saliva hung from her swollen red lips before she wiped it
away with her hand. 
    I took the cigarette from my mouth; it had finally burned out. 
    "I'll be damned, your hands aren't shaking anymore." she said, amused. I
huffed and swung my legs off the couch, adjusting my jeans as I stood. A head
rush hit me once I began to walk--stumble--towards the counter. 
    "Wait, where are you going?" (Y/n) asked as I fished for my keys.
    "N-Need..."
    She looked at me questioningly. I couldn't fucking speak, I wasn't shaking
anymore but my ears were ringing and my skin began to...itch. 
    I took a breath. "I... n-need--"
    I give up. 
    "Are you... okay? Do you need to sit down?" she asked. My fingers started
to tap against the counter as I felt my agitation rise up. 
    You're agitated at your own damn self. Here, allow me to assist. 
    "I need to drink copious amounts of alcohol soon or else I'm going to start
stabbing anything that's near me."
    Stop, stop, stop. 
    "I'm a functioning alcoholic, if you couldn't already tell from the
numerous amounts of empty fucking liquor bottles thrown around here."
    She looked at me, wide eyed and frozen, wondering what to say. 
    "And you know what else, while I still have the floor? I really, really
like y--"
    I slammed my hand over my mouth, the only way to silence him. I took a
moment to collect myself before dragging my hand down.
    "Jagermeister... I really, really like jagermeister."
    Good save there, really. You even managed to keep it on topic. 
    "Um...Okay." she replied quietly.
    I rolled my eyes and yanked my jacket from the counter. "I'll be back in
two hours."
    "Wait! Can I go with you? What if that thing comes back? she exclaimed
worriedly. I scoffed.
    "Smile, watch her." I said, and headed for the door. (Y/n) then tugged on
my sleeve."
    "Jeff please, that thing scared--"
   "Let go of my fucking shirt before I strangle you. I said I'll be back in
two hours, and you had better be here when I get back. If you make me look for
you, I'm going to be royally pissed." I shot her a threatening glare as her
hand fell to her side. "...And remember, no matter where you go or how far you
run; I will find you."
   My gaze drifted behind her to the object on the floor. "Oh," I said, picking
up her phone, "and this is coming with me. We're going to have a little talk
when I get back."
    I slammed the door and left.
    
  
Chapter End Notes
     Ya, I took a hiatus. I also wrote three different versions of the
     chapter and decided that this one was the better of the two. I
     struggled with this one. I don't want a OOC Jeff at all, so if I
     think what I'm writing is somewhat out of character for him, I'm not
     gonna post it. I hope this was good enough for you guys, and I'm
     sorry for the horribly long update. Thank you to any of you who are
     still here, checking for any of my updates. It means a lot. I still
     check my tumblr, insomniacitis for any messages and whatnot. If you'd
     like to get in contact with me, that is the best option next to
     commenting on here. I don't know when the next update will be, but I
     do plan on writing it lmao. Thank you again, and stay chill.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     A chapter in which Reader asks a lot of questions about herself and
     Jeff. Excuse any errors, pls and thank you.
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   You slid your back against the wall until you were on the floor, knees
pulled up to your chest. Smile walked towards you and laid across your feet.
 
    What's wrong with him? That was the only thing you could ask yourself; the
only question that's been on your mind. 
 
    He's a serial killer, do you really expect anything different? It seems as
if there are two different people inside him. One moment he's kicking and
screaming, the next he's crying and apologizing. You shivered, recalling his
threat to you during his episode...
 
    "...Because if you try to leave again, I will tie you to the bed... and put
this entire place up in flames."
 
    And just today, he's exhibiting the weird flip-flop behavior that he did
last night. He seemed so out of it before he left; stuttering and stumbling
around. He was even trembling... what was that about? Had he been telling the
truth about being a functioning alcoholic? That brief conversation seemed like
sarcasm to you at first. Maybe he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms?
 
    What if he doesn't make it to where he needs to be? Should he really be
driving in the state that he's in? You should've gone with him--
 
    "Ow!" you hissed in pain as you inspected your bleeding thumb. Had you been
really biting your nails over this? You thought you dropped that anxiety habit
years ago...
 
    You huffed and hit your head against the wall. "Am I really getting worried
over the safety of a serial killer?" you asked aloud. Looking at Smile, you
rubbed his ear soothingly and told yourself that Jeff is coming back in one
piece... and before dark. Hopefully. 
 
    You tentatively prodded at the gigantic bruise on your torso, eyes screwing
together as you found it was majorly sensitive. "I can't keep up with theses
bruises and scratches..." you said, getting up to look for ice. The cabinets
were open and so was the fridge... what happened while you were out cold?
 
    Peering into one of the cabinets you found boxes upon boxes of plastic bags
and seran-wrap. You could only guess as to what he used those for. Taking a bag
and filling it up with ice, you laid down slowly on the couch and placed the
bag over the bruise. 
 
    "It's nearly evening now... so much for a simple sleep schedule." you
thought, resting your hand over your tired face.
 
    This is all too much. Too much to take in, too much to handle. 
 
    "I've been here for five days..." you began talking to distract yourself
from the eerie silence, "...How long before someone comes for me? What if
they're not even close to finding me, what then? What am I going to do..." You
began to feel hopeless and homesick. You missed your family dearly, and would
give anything to hear their voices again.
 
    But what will become of Jeff if he is caught? Even if you are rescued, do
you really expect to go on living your life as it was? "I know I will never be
able to forget him or any of this... I'm a different person now."
 
    "Because of him... all because of him." You wondered what they would do to
Jeff once he is caught. If he is caught. Would they treat him like Hannibal
Lector? Confining him to a small room by himself might be the only option
they'd have. He's got to be on the most wanted list, there's no way they'd put
him in a prison with other inmates.
 
    "Oh god..." you sighed, remembering that the death penalty still exists. 
 
    "Would I be happy with him... dead?" you wondered, but quickly decided no.
Over the five days you've been with him, you were able to recognize that he is
a person... not just a serial killer. Whenever you watched serial killer
documentaries you never really took the time to consider that
they're... human. A very demented one, but human nonetheless. 
 
    Jeff had experienced life before the accident. You tried imagining him in
middle school, fumbling with books in the hallways as he rushed to his next
class. Was he a band kid? Or was he one of the loners?
 
    Loner, definitely.
 
    He had a little brother, a mother, and a father. A family. And all of that
changed in just a few hours... What if those memories still haunt him? You
couldn't begin to imagine the sort of emotionsand pain he was experiencing at
the time.
 
    Your eyes went glassy as tears formed; damn your empathy. Jeff is who he is
because of bullies. A few kids who had nothing better to do then to pick on
others had created a serial killer. 
 
    Crying. You're crying over your captor. No matter how wrong it was, you
just couldn't let him die.They'd for sure give him the death penalty, he's been
on the run since he was thirteen, murdering for fun.
 
    "Oh fuck... What have I done?" Smile rested his head on you as you cried;
the only time it was safe for you to do so without Jeff around. You were so
conflicted, you want to see your family again, but you don't want Jeff to waste
away in a prison or even die... If only there was a way that was possible. 
 
    But there's not. There are no loopholes in this situation, we're dealing
with the law. At first, you were relieved that you were able to reach your Dad
for ten seconds on your phone... but you realized you've now put Jeff in
danger. 
 
    "This is just...so fucked up. Why do I care about what happens to him... I
shouldn't but I just can't do that to him. I can't, I can't, I
can't..." Between rubbing your eyes and hiccuping away your sobs, you slowly
but surely began to feel exhausted from the mental and physical stress. With a
tear-stricken face and a stuffy nose, you flipped over and decided to just
sleep.  
 
    "Just avoid all of your problems by sleeping." you thought shamefully, but
within a matter of minutes, you had drifted into a deep sleep on the sofa.
 
***
 
    Bark! Bark bark!
 
    You jolted up, Smile's barking interrupting your nap. The bag of ice had
melted and made your skin numb underneath it. Smile continued barking, louder
and louder. Where was he? You got up and walked towards the sound of his
barking which brought you to the front door. 
 
    Oh hell no.
 
    The dig is barking rabidly at something behind the front door... no way in
hell are you going to open that. 
 
    "Smile, stop! Shh!" you whisper-yelled. What if it's that thing you saw on
the porch the other day? You tip-toed to the door, slowly leveling your eye to
the peephole and held your breath for what your were about to see.
 
    ...Nothing.
 
    Was he barking at nothing? Maybe it was a fox outside or a squirrel. Or
were you not looking hard enough? You pressed your face against the door,
looking through to see if you missed anything, and yet you still couldn't see
anything alarming. 
 
    Oh god what if there's something on the porch right in front of the door.
What if it's a head and Jeff is just playing a trick on you? It was dark
outside, and he knows it would be a great time to scare you. 
 
    What if it's Jeff's head outside?
 
    "Fuck!" you spat as you took the broom in your hand to arm yourself. Smile
was barking and clawing at the door as your slowly turned the lock and
doorknob, afraid to see what was hiding behind the door. 
 
    Smile pushed his way through the small opening which caused you to lose
your grip on the door as it swung wide open. You threw your hands over your
eyes, peeking through them slightly. 
 
    Nothing... again. 
 
    You huffed and set the broom down and watched as Smile darted into the
woods barking and howling. 
 
    It's just a fox. It's just a fox.
 
    Wait, fuck. "Smile! Smile, come back!"
 
    You were alone now, quite literally. Nothing is here to protect you now.
What if Smile doesn't come back?
 
    Shit! I just let his dog run away!
 
    You groaned dramatically, "Damn it..." picking up the broom again, and
stuck your head out of the door. Going back and grabbing a flashlight, you
adjusted your hoodie and pulled up your sweatpants as you braced yourself
against the frigid night air.
 
    The flashlight shone against the forest line, broom defensively in hand.
"Smile! Please, come on..." you edged into the woods, stepping over branches
and leaves. The circle of light seemed to do you no justice, trees and twigs
were everywhere you looked. What if you got lost in here?
 
    What if Jeff came back and you weren't in the house...
 
    You threw your head back in agony as you were left with no choice. 
 
    "He will actually kill me if I'm not there when he gets back... I'm already
in enough trouble." you thought as you turned around and headed back to the
house.
 
    But as stopped as soon as you heard the distant sound of Smile barking
again. 
 
    You couldn't feel your face or fingers, and the lodge was right there...
and you quickly decided you weren't gong to leave Smile out there. 
 
    "Smile!" you yelled into the woods. You were determined to get this damn
dog and be back before Jeff found out anything was wrong. The husky continued
barking, and while you tripped over a few fallen branches, you aimed your
flashlight in front of you and found the dog. 
 
    "Get over here!" you said, taking a few steps forward. Smile stood where he
was and continued his barking. 
 
    "What is wrong with..."
 
    You gasped as the light cast over Jeff's body, face-down in the ground. His
hoodie had been torn in different areas, blood around the openings. "No..." You
were going to be sick; was he dead?"
 
    You knelt down next to him and flipped him over to feel his pulse that--
fortunately--was there. He was so cold... there was even more blood on the
front of him. His arms were torn up too... what could've happened? 
 
    You dropped the broom and put the flashlight in your mouth as you hooked
your arms underneath Jeff's in an attempt to drag him back to the lodge. You
tried angling the light in your mouth in order to see better, but you were
mainly relying on Smile for directions back.
 
    The way back seemed longer; it was especially difficult for you to drag
Jeff up an incline with the bruise on your side, but once you pulled him over
the last hill, the rest was somewhat easy. You made your way to the porch of
the house and you took his limp body and pushed through several doors until you
got to the bedroom, where you hoisted him onto the bed. 
 
    Taking his hoodie off, you looked at his wounds closer. They looked like...
bites? They looked exactly like bites, but could it have been from that
monster? Jeff did say that there were wolves out there but why would they
attack him? That seems unlikely. 
 
    You saw the first aid kit on the ground, left discarded after the night
Jeff had carved into your back. Looking through the contents, you took the lid
off of the hydrogen peroxide and began pouring it on the cuts. 
 
    Jeff suddenly shot forward, sitting up as curses flew out of his mouth. His
hands ghosted over the cuts as you heard the sizzling from the peroxide. "Jeff,
what happened?" you asked as he fell back down on the bed. He was panting and
looked like he was sweating, but his skin was freezing. "Dogs..."
 
    "Dogs? You were attacked by dogs?"
 
    "I went to... house for alcohol. The guy was a hunter apparently and had a
pack of... of fucking hounds in his yard. he said in between pants and groans.
 
    You shook your head and rolled your eyes. "You just had to break into
someone's house and steal it." you muttered, grabbing more peroxide. Jeff's
hand grabbed your tightly. "Get out." he growled.
 
    "But you need help, you'rebleeding out for Christ sake--"
 
    "I'll be fine! Get. Out. Now." he yelled. 
 
    You furrowed your brow at his arrogance and left. "I cannot believe how
stubborn he is! I drag his sorry ass all the way up that god damn hill and this
is the thanks--"
 
    Your rant was interrupted by Smile's barking... again. "Smile, be quiet!
For the love of God! What is it this time?"
 
    You opened the door--no fear this time--only to see multiple police
cruisers with flashing red and blue lights in the front yard. 
 
    Your jaw dropped as the police jumped out of their cars with guns in hand.
Did they really drive over those inclines? Smile darted out of the woods once
again, but this time, you didn't have the opportunity to go retrieve him. You
slammed the door and locked it, scrambling around the table to push all of the
chairs in front of the door. 
 
    "Jeff!" Tripping over your own feet, you ran back into the bedroom. "Jeff!
Jeff, you need to get up and leave right now!"
 
    "I told you to--"
 
    "Shut up! We can't do this right now; the police are here..."
 
    "Thewhat?!" he yelled, sitting up.
 
    "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Jeff. I didn't call them I swear! You have to
believe me, I think they traced the phone call--"
 
    The sound of the police breaking down the front door could be heard through
the bedroom. You felt tears sting your eyes as you went into panic, not knowing
what to do.
 
    "Jeff, you need to run! Before they come in here, please go!"
 
    "There's no point!" he shouted. "This is all thanks to you..." he dropped
to his knees in front of you, and brought you down with him.
 
    "Jeff..." 
   
    He grabbed you by the collar of your hoodie and pulled you close, wiping
the tears from your face. "Believe this, (Y/n); when I escape... I'm fucking
coming for you."
 
    Your heart dropped as the police barged in the bedroom, and you covered
your ears, sobbing as the world seemed to end around you. 
Chapter End Notes
     Next update soon. Stay sinning >:)
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     After the chapter 13 update I had some shit go down that put me in an
     overall unhappy state. I usually check my ao3 every day to see any
     new comments, but I hadn't logged on since CH13 because of that
     personal shit. I'm just now reading the comments y'all left and...
     needless to say it made me just--instantly happy. It made me feel so
     much better; it was such a mood booster. So thank you,
     Sleeplessnights, Forever_Infinite (you've been here since the
     beginning and ilysm for that), and CosmicMoth for leaving such nice
     comments. I read everyone's comments and I can't tell you how much
     happiness it brings me to see that you guys enjoy my story so much.
     Alright, enough of the sap! Here's CH14. Lots of time skips and
     dialogue in this particular chapter and the next. As usual, excuse
     any errors.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   You were bombarded with questions, most of them being, "Are you okay? Do you
need an ambulance?" You declined any medical attention and were quickly guided
to the back of a black car. You looked out of the severely tinted window to see
Jeff in handcuffs being placed in an ambulance.
 
    "Good..." you thought.
 
    You hadn't stopped trembling yet, and your voice was still sore from the
screaming.
 
    "Get off of him! He's hurt, he's the one that needs medical attention!
You're only making it worse!"
 
    That's when they removed you from the room. 
 
    Smile was still nowhere to be found... some guard dog he is. You watched as
the ambulance doors were shut and the vehicle began to drive down the steep
hill. Your heart felt so heavy, you weren't sure what would happen in the next
week.What would happen to Jeff. He was the only thing that you could focus on. 
 
    You were worried for him. So anxious that you were furiously tapping your
foot against the floor of the car, and you were once again biting your nails. 
 
    A man--the detective, you assumed--opened the door to the car and sat in
the driver's seat, halting your actions you waited for him to say
something, anything about Jeff.
 
    "Hi, Ms. (L/n), I'm Detective Keiser. Before I start on my way, I need to
ask you once more... are you okay?" 
 
    You zeroed in on the sound of his voice, it sounded so foreign. You
supposed being isolated for a mere five days did more damage than you thought.
Hearing someone else's voice other than your own or Jeff's was so weird.
 
    "Ms. (L/n)." he repeated.
 
    "Y-yes, I'm okay. Where are they taking Jeff? you asked, craning your neck
to see the man's face. 
 
    "He's going to prison. Or, depending on his medical examination, a
psychiatric ward." Keiser said with a chuckle.
 
    Your face must've drained all color because Keiser quickly back pedaled.
"No need to worry... no need to worry at all. He won't be able to hurt you
anymore. You're going to be perfectly safe and far away from him."
 
    Your mind went a hundred miles per hour as you tried to process the
situation thoroughly. Jeff was hurt, you were being taken away (rescued?) from
him, there's a good possibility that you'll never see Jeff again... is that a
good thing?
 
    "Do I  really never want to see him again?" you asked yourself. 
 
    The detective cleared his throat and put the car in reverse. "Despite you
refusing medical attention, it is protocol that you go to the hospital for
examination--"
 
    "Are we going to the same hospital as Jeff?" you questioned. "Am I going to
be able to speak with him?" 
 
    "Ms. (L/n), you want to speak with him?" 
 
    "Yes, I do."
 
    He looked at you with a confused expression in the rear view mirror "...I
don't think that'll be possible." he replied.
 
    "And why not?"
 
    "...This is a very complicated process, a very serious one at that.
Hostages are normally separated from their captors until the court--"
 
    "I need to know if he's okay!" you shouted, on the verge of tears. You
couldn't think straight--so talking to Jeff might not be a good idea--but it
was the only thing that you could think about. You were scared, but why were
you longing for Jeff's presence rather than the safety of the police?
 
    You suddenly began gasping for air as tears fell down your face... your
chest was getting so tight.
 
    "(Y/n) you need to calm down, breathe for me, okay?"
 
    Was he speaking english? You couldn't understand a word he said. 
 
    "My face feels numb..." you thought as your vision went splotchy. 
 
    "D-detective?" 
 
***
 
    Everyone around you was wearing black, looking down, you noticed you were
in the same attire. Outside, it was an overcast day with a blistering cold
breeze blowing. You looked around at the unfamiliar faces, which all wore the
same melancholy and forlorn expression. 
 
    At the front of the crowd, you could see a pastor taking his glasses off
and cleaning them as he shook his head in dismay. Bouquets of flowers sat
beneath his podium over a large wooden casket. 
 
    "Please rise to state your peace to the departed."
 
    Everyone then stood--as did you--and formed a line behind the coffin. While
you were waiting, you looked ahead to see three people, a woman wearing a black
veil, and a man holding an umbrella with a young boy at his side standing near
the pastor as people wept their goodbyes. 
 
    Reaching the open casket, you peered inside, preparing to pay your
respects.
 
    Instead, your face twisted into one of horror as Jeff's body was lying
inside. Your hands flew over your mouth as you gasped at the sight of maggots
crawling from his eye socket. His face had sunken in incredibly and his hair
had fallen out. It looked as if his body was in the process of decaying. 
 
    The woman standing near the pastor walked to you and put her hand on your
shoulder. 
 
    "I know it's hard to see him in this state. But, I must ask you a
question." she stated blankly. "How does it feel, knowing that you did this to
my son?" 
 
    She removed her veil and gripped your neck, forcing you to look at her, Her
face looked decayed as well, and she had stab wounds all around her torso. You
screamed and tried wriggling out of her grip but the man came behind you and
held you in place. 
 
    "You killed my brother, he's dead because of you!" the boy's voice rang.
 
    The crowd began chanting. "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead..." as you
struggled for air--
 
    You shot up and screamed, gasping for air and clawing at your neck. A hand
shot out and grabbed yours and for a moment, you fought back, until you focused
on who's it was. 
 
    Your dad was sitting next to the bed you were in, your mother right behind
him with her hand on your leg. You instantly wrapped your arms around him and
began weeping, so relieved to see their faces once again. 
 
    "I missed you so much." you hiccuped, leaning back to see their faces. Your
mother caressed your face lovingly and put your hair behind your ear, "We
missed you too sweetheart."
 
    They were both crying too, it looked like. "Are you okay? Do you need a
nurse?" your dad asked. 
 
    "You were in a hospital, an IV was hooked in your arm and you had nose
tubes in your nostrils. "N-no, I don't need a nurse. What happened?" The moment
you said that, your eyes widened and your heart dropped. 
 
    "Where is he? you asked aloud.
 
    "Where is who?" 
 
    Detective Keiser then walked in, greeting you and your family. "(Y/n), how
are you?" 
 
    "Is Jeff okay?"

    Keiser hesitated... "Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), may I have a word with you
outside?" your parents both nodded and proceeded to step outside of the room. 
 
    "Why isn't he answering my questions... is Jeff dead?" you wondered. A
worried expression was immediately plastered on your face as you were left with
your thoughts. You couldn't handle not knowing of Jeff's whereabouts, all
you really want to know was if he is okay or not.
 
    You looked out of the window to your room at your parents. Whatever Keiser
was telling them, it had caused your mother to look at your father with a
distressed face. Your father shook his head in disapproval and Keiser nodded,
walking back into your room with your parents behind him.
 
    "What's wrong?" you anxiously asked.
 
    "Nothing@ Everything is good so far, we just need to sign a few papers and
have a nurse look at you once more before we can discharge you." Keiser
replied. You stared at him with troubled eyes until he broke.
 
    "...Jeff is okay." he sighed, "He's in an isolation room on the third
floor, perfectly find and guarded. As for you speaking with him... that's still
a no go. We simply can't allow victims to converse with their abductor because
it interferes with the court case."
 
   "At least he's okay." you thought.
 
    "Now..." he continued, "Let's see about getting you home."
 
***
 
    The ride home was a blur because of the sedatives that were given to you
for the pain. Your rib was bruised, that's why the the wound looked so
horrific. But, at least it wasn't fractured. You were also given an ointment to
apply to your scars every four hours, even though it had already scabbed, the
irritation was still unbearable as it rubbed against your clothes.
 
    You remembered various parts of your parent's conversation on the way home.
 
    "Is this something she can really... just let go?"
 
    "She can't go back to her normal life after something like this."
 
    "Detective Keiser suggested weekly therapy visits." 
 
    You left Jeff at the hospital, even though you wanted to stay. You
suggested living in a hotel for a few days, but your parents were more likely
to follow the advice of Keiser so you let things run their course. 
 
    You were given a court date for next week on Monday, early morning. At
least then you'd be able to see Jeff. And perhaps after the case, you'd finally
be able to talk to him. 
 
    What would you like for dinner, hun? Anything you'd like, we could even go
out if you feel like it." your mother suggested as you arrived at your house.
"Let's stay here, I really just want to lay in my own bed." you said with a
laugh. "How about meatloaf?"
 
    "Sure, sounds good!" she replied, unlocking the front door. For you, it was
like unlocking the gates of heaven. The familiarity of everything was so
overwhelming, especially after thinking you'd never be able to see any of it
again.
   
    "Sorry for the mess, we still haven't picked up anything from when you were
gone." your dad mentioned. There were multiple papers and phone books thrown
around on the table and couch, and you felt warm at the thought of your parents
trying their damndest to find you.
 
    You pulled both of them into a hugm and thanked them once again. "We love
you, (Y/n)."
 
    "I love you too." Wiping tears from your eyes, you headed upstairs. "I'm
going go shower, that sounds really nice right now." 
 
    "I bet it does! I'll call you when dinner is ready."
 
    You put a skip in your step as you made a beeline for your room. God, just
to feel the covers and sheets of your bed again. You reached your hand out to
turn the handle of your creaky door and slowly opened it. 
 
   "Jeff never could come through the door because it was so loud." you thought
randomly. He demanded that you kept your window unlocked so he could come in
that way.
 
    You walked in and looked at the window, expecting him to be lounging on the
tree branch he used to climb into your room. However, you were only met with a
barren tree. 
 
    Your bed was neatly made, covers just beckoning for you to mess them up.
Taking a few dramatically elegant strides, you flopped on the mattress,
ignoring the pain in your side. You turned your head towards your vanity,
looking at the clean mirror on top of your dresser. 
 
    He used to sit there to watch you sleep at night.
 
    Really? Is he really all you can think about right now? Frustrated, you
grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. You turned the water on, but not
too hot because your scars are still sensitive; especially to heat. You took
your clothes off and stepped in, sighing as the steam helped clear your
thoughts. 
 
    What a week. What an experience. You took the soap and lathered it,
carefully sliding your hands along your body. You were all too happy to be
in your shower all alone. You even began humming a tune. Where'd you know that
tune from? Who cares.
 
    You tentatively lifted your arms to scrub your hair, and then rinsed it,
enjoying the water running down your back. 
 
    "Roll the windows down, this cool night air is curious." you sang, hoping
to find the name of the song.
 
    "Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything... I'm your..."
 
    You stepped out of the cascading water. 
 
   "...passenger."
 
    "Oh, god." That's the song that was playing in the truck when you and Jeff
were...
 
    "God, even when I'm alone I can't think about anything but him." you said
out loud, shaking the thought off.
 
    You chuckled, "You'd think with all of these thoughts running through my
head I'd write a damn book."
  
    "Be sure to portray me in the right light, baby."
 
    You screamed at the sound of Jeff's voice behind you and slipped in the
tub. No one was behind you, but you heard him in your ear, you swore it. You
reached for the shower knob and turned it off, hearing your parents running up
the stairs, calling your name. 
 
    "I'm okay! I'm okay, I just... er, slipped." you called out to them. "Honey
are you sure? You screamed quite loudly..."
 
    "Yes, I'm fine. I'm getting out now." you reassured them. You picked
yourself up and grabbed the towel from the rack and looked at the fogged image
of yourself in the mirror. 
 
    "Everything'll be okay. Just take your mind off of him, and you'll be
alright." 
 
***
 
    That night after dinner, you had gone upstairs after telling your parents
goodnight and into your room.
 
    Now you were under you covers and as you shifted around, trying to get
comfortable, you paused for a second. 
 
    What if he comes tonight?
 
    You got up and went to your window to unlock it and look out of it, but to
no avail. 
 
    Huffing, you shut the window, but left it unlocked just in case. You
climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up to your neck, was it always this
cold in your room? 
 
    You wrapped your arms around your pillow and flipped over several times,
but you couldn't seem to get comfortable. 
 
    How weird. You wanted nothing more than to be alone in your bed earlier,
but now...
 
    Now you couldn't help but to want to feel Jeff's weight next to you. 
 
    You turned around, your back facing the vanity now. Perhaps for tonight,
you could just pretend that he's there behind you, watching you sleep like he
did before this mess of a situation. 
 
    You thought it odd, to imagine that he's sitting in his usual spot on the
vanity, but it helped you sleep in a matter of minutes. 
 
    And it was the best sleep you've gotten in a while. 
 
 
   
 
    
Chapter End Notes
     Stockholm Syndrome is beginning to rear it's ugly head in the
     reader's mind. I'm trying my best to write a typical nuclear family
     here, and I'm perfectly aware that most people don't have that--god
     knows I don't--but for now let's pretend that Mommy and Daddy are
     both good parents for the reader's health. Stay sinning >:)
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     henlo u stinky readers >:) excuse the stinky errors >:)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   You locked lips with the killer in a heated embrace, limbs scrambling
frantically to remove one another's clothes. He bit your bottom lip and pulled,
drawing blood which he feverishly sucked up. As his hands brought your shirt up
to your neck, you tore away to take it off fully, then pressed your lips
against his like a magnet to a metal surface. 
 
    You moaned in his mouth and dragged your tongue along his, opening your
mouth wide enough for him to do anything he wanted. He broke the kiss which
left you whining and panting for more, however, he went to your collarbone to
suck the skin there. You felt the saliva drip from his eager mouth down your
chest, giving you an oddly pleasurable sensation. He always was sloppy with
sex.
 
    He unclasped your bra and began fondling both of your breasts with his
hands and mouth, pushing you back slightly, making you fall backwards on the
bed. He hovered over you and quickly threw his shirt over his head and tossed
it to the side, latching onto you once again. You arched into him, boldly
intertwining your fingers through his long black hair. 
 
    He trailed his hot tongue in a line down your torso and stopped at the seam
of your pants, only to peel them off slowly. You lifted your hips to aid him as
he pulled your underwear to the side... and paused, locking eyes with you. 
 
    "Tell me that you want it." he drawled, voice thick and heavy.
 
    "I've never wanted anything more. Please, don't tease... I want it so
badly..." you panted out. Jeff smirked and drew closer to your sex, keeping his
piercing gaze on you. You threw your head back, soaked in anticipation as you
could feel his breath on your inner thigh. 
 
    ...And then you woke up. Your heart was absolutely racing after that dream.
Were you longing for Jeff in that way or was that just a... random dream? Jeff
was the only person you've had sexual experiences with so it's only logical 
that you'd dream of something like that with him. 
 
    At least that's what you told yourself. 
 
    Your mother then knocked on your door, startling you. "Oh, you're already
awake? Hun, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." she joked. 
 
    "Nothing, I just had a wild dream, is all." you replied. 
 
    "W-would you like to talk about it? I'm all ears."
 
    You shivered. You couldn't imagine telling your mother about having an
erotic dream with a serial killer. She's only trying to help you though, so you
appreciated that. "No, it was nothing like that. It was just some random
dream." you lied. 
 
    "Alright. It's seven o'clock right now, and we have to be at the police
station to speak with Mr. Keiser at eight, so start getting ready." she said,
closing the door. Ugh, you forgot about the appointment already. Sighing, you
swung your legs over the bed and walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth. 
 
    It wasn't until you came back to your room that you realized how much you
missed rummaging through your own clothes. You pulled out your favorite hoodie
from your dresser and threw on some jeans. 
 
    You sat in front of the mirror on your vanity and fixed your hair the way
you liked it and applied some chapstick... it made you think of how the little
things in life are seriously taken for granted. 
 
    You looked at yourself in the mirror, and relaxed. "You can do this, all
they're going to do is ask me a few questions and then I'll be on my way back
home. Piece of cake."
 
***
 
    Detective Keiser had been waiting for you at the door when you arrived, and
he humbly escorted you to an interrogation room that was his temporary office.
Both of you were now sitting across from each other, a long metal table in the
center of the room. 
 
    "Okay, (Y/n)," Keiser started, setting his suitcase on the table. "I'm
going to try and make this easy for you, but I am going to have to ask you to
try and relive some traumatizing moments that occurred during your abduction.
Is that alright with you?" 
 
    You nodded, and he began to take files and pens from his suitcase. 
 
    "Alright, I want you to start with the first time you saw Mr. Woods. When
was that?" he asked.
 
    "Is that his last name?" you blurted. "I-I'm sorry! It's just that I've
never heard him mention that before. Anyways, Jeff's story always came up
nearly every Halloween around my school. Of course I never though it was real--
"
 
    "No, my apologies; let me reiterate. When did he make his first appearance
to you?" he said, adjusting his glasses.
 
    "Oh, um... it first started with these weird e-mails that had corrupted
audio files on them. I got one every day but I just figured it was spam. Then,
one day, I got an e-mail that said, 'There's a present waiting for you on your
bed.' Sure enough, when I got home, there's was a little box right on my bed
and when I opened it... there was a tongue inside."
 
    "Seth Walker." he stated.
 
    You nodded, drawing in a deep breath. "That was the night he was killed.
Seth and I weren't really on the best of terms. He taunted me a lot, kind of a
bully. But once I found out what had happened to him, I finally responded to
the e-mail.
 
    "What did you say? And do you still have those e-mails?"
 
    "Yeah, I should. I don't delete any e-mails, I'm bad about keeping a clean
inbox. But I just said, 'Whoever this is, please stop.' I got a reply back
within seconds telling me to look out of my window and there he was, lounging
in the tree next to my window. That was the first time I saw him." you
explained, eyes looking up from the table and at Keiser. 
 
    He had a serious look on his face as he jotted down various notes on
different sheets of paper. The moment of silence allowed you to study the
wrinkles on his face, his greying hair, and his glasses that sat on the tip of
his nose.
 
    "And what after that?" he finally asked. 
 
    "I believe that's when he started coming into my room at night. I woke up
with his hand around my mouth and he said the typical, 'If you scream, I'll
kill you'  thing and he just... watched me sleep. He didn't do anything else. I
mean, I'm pretty sure he searched the house when everyone was gone, but when I
was there, all he'd ever do is just sit down and burn holes into the back of my
head." you replied nonchalantly. 
 
    "Let's jump ahead a bit..." the detective put down his pen. "The day before
you were reported missing, your school marked you as absent for the last part
of the day. Did anything happen?"
 
    Your breath hitched. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you answered. "Yes. Jeff
somehow got into the school and... sexually abused me. It was during lunch in
the chorus room."
 
    "So he knew where you went to school?"
 
    "Yes, I'm pretty sure he knew a lot of things about me."
 
    "Unfortunately, we couldn't find any footage of him anywhere in the school
during that day. We checked the security cameras and found absolutely
nothing." 
 
    "I wouldn't have expected you to. He tapped into the security system
somehow, he's surprisingly tech savvy. After what had happened, there was no
way I could go on with school that day, so I walked home." you said. 
 
    "Wait, so Jeff didn't abduct you then?" he asked, puzzled. You shook your
head in reply.
 
    "(Y/n), why didn't you  tell anyone or contact the authorities?" he
questioned. 
 
    "I had planned on telling my parents." you stated defensively. "...but they
were still at work, and I didn't want to worry them. They both have very
demanding jobs. So i settled with going home and I took a shower and slept. I
apparently slept through dinner because the only thing I remember after falling
asleep is waking up to Jeff holding a baseball bat above my head. He knocked me
out cold."
 
    The detective raised his hands in a calming manner. "I'm sorry, but in
those situations, it's best to contact someone right away--"
 
    "I'm aware of this." you stated coolly. "However, I'm a little pessimistic
of your abilities to contain Jeff; considering that he's managed to be on the
run for eleven years now. He's a lot smarter than you think."
 
    "I'm sure he is, he's managed to escape the many institutions he's been
admitted to; killing most of the guards that were assigned to him in the
process." Mr. Keiser explained. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand
through his hair, sighing. "Ms. (L/n), out of all of Jeff's victims, you are
the only one who has survived. Every single person he has come in contact with,
he has killed.Except you. Now, police may have interfered with his plans before
he could kill you, but nevertheless; we must know any information that may help
us with anything concerning Jeff."
 
    You paused. Did... did he think that Jeff just handed you a diary about his
life and plans? He never talked to you about anything, let alone his thoughts
and feelings.
 
    "Jeff... never really spoke about himself." you said, trying to flip
through the memories as if they were in a filing cabinet. 
 
    "I really need you to think, (Y/n). He must've said anything worth relaying
in the five days that you were there." The detective leaned forward as he
pried. 
 
    "I'll have you know that in the five days that I was there, Detective
Keiser, I was either passed out or alone." you glared at him. you felt as if he
was being very insensitive. "Jeff and I didn't sit down under the stars and
talk about our lives. He used and abused me every day--I was lucky enough to be
breathing."
 
    You continued, seeing as the detective was silent. "He is a sadistic,
maniacal, deranged, and overall mentally ill person. But he is a person,
nonetheless."
 
    Keiser's eyebrows twitched at this. "At the hospital, and even on the ride
there... you wanted to speak with Jeff. You seemed very concerned about his
well being. Why was that?"
 
    "Because he had just been attacked by dogs, for crying out loud. I've not
seen him in pain before, and I tried helping him but he was too stubborn to let
me even be next to him." you answered frustratedly.
 
    "Most people would've seen that as an attempt to escape. Why didn't you?"
he quizzed.
 
    "...I've tired escaping before and that landed me with a bruised rib." you
said, shooting daggers. " He also has a fog he's trained--somehow--to keep me
inside when he wasn't there. But seeing Jeff in that position just made me want
to help him. He's shown me moments of... I don't want to call it compassion
necessarily but he's been normal around me before. I suppose with his all
around sadistic behavior it would be it would be east for me to misconstrue a
normal gesture as a great act of kindness on his part." you commented. 
 
    "And just what were these acts of kindness?"
 
    "After he cut into my back, he put me in a cold bath and... washed me."
Your eyes gazed off as you realized something. You thought Jeff was just being
a jerk when he dunked you in the cold water but... cold water constricts blood
vessels. Whenever you had fallen and scraped your hands or knees, your mother
always put them underneath cold water. 
 
    Was that him being kind?
 
    "...He... washed you?" Keiser repeated, dumbfounded. You nodded.
 
    "He washed me in cold water, then after that he had me sit on the bed as he
sterilized and bandaged the cuts for me." you continued. 
 
    You wouldn't think anything of it had it would've been anyone else, but
this was Jeff. Not only did he keep you alive, but hetreated you as well. "He
also came home one night with a bag of clothes for me which; now that I think
of it, was really kind. I remember wondering if he was going to force me to
walk around nude, or with just one of his shirts."
 
    "So are you insinuating that more sexual abuse occurred?"
 
    Now it was your turn to look dumbfounded. "Of course, once I realized that
this was a situation I couldn't get out of; I didn't want to anger him at all.
But... calling it sexual abuse feels wrong to me." you went quiet at the last
part of your sentence. 
 
    "And why is that?" 
 
    "Because I didn't mind it... at first, I was only trying to please him--
I thought that I could just deal with it until I was found. But it went on
nearly every day for five days. And if I'm honest... I found myself eventually
looking forward to it. I think I enjoyed it because it was the only time I
wasn't necessarily frightened of him."
 
    "Was Jeff your first sexual experience?" he asked. "you don't need to
answer if that makes you uncomfortable."
 
    "He was." you responded. 
 
    "Okay..." Keiser sighed., taking his glasses off. "(Y/n), there are many
different types of psychopaths out there. While we tend to use it as a general
term--especially for someone like Jeff--there are always more subtle things to
notice about them that allow us to categorize them. I'd imagine the sex was
brutal? Correct?"
 
    "Excluding the time he cut me afterwards... not necessarily." you stated. A
few bruises, bite marks, and scratches were nothing worth mentioning. 
 
    Another sigh. "Sex with a psychopath is typically devoid of any emotional
connection, an absence of true feelings, if you will. They don't normally have
sex because they love it so much, rather they have sex to dominate. It gives
them an overwhelming feeling of power to be able to control someone in that
manner. Did it ever feel one-sided?" he asked.
 
    "No, it didn't." You remembered the first night in the cabin he had
made you climax. The only time you haven't gotten anything out of sex with him
was that awkward blowjob you gave him right before he left. 
 
    Dare you say it, but he was a gentleman in that way; and only in that
way. "I just think he likes making me bothered." 
 
    "What are you getting at?" you inquired. 
 
    "(Y/n), I'm afraid that Jeff has manipulated you with sex." he stated
flatly. "You're showcasing symptoms similar to those with Stoclkholm Syndrome.
It's not common, however it isn't unheard of."
 
    You were taken aback by his words. "I know that Jeff is a bad person, and I
most certainly do not condone anything he did or does." 
 
    "Stockholm doesn't necessarily mean that you become an apologist for a
criminal--while that is what happens in some cases--but you are identifying
with the aggressor here. Yes, he kept you alive and even cleaned your wounds
for you. But he was the one who inflicted them. These acts of generosity have
made you forget that he's the cause of your suffering. And I feel as if that
was his plan all along." The detective explained. 
 
    "Have I really justifying Jeff's actions towards myself?" You considered
your life before Jeff, and how you would react if one of your friends were
telling you about their abusive relationship. 
 
    "Leave them! Never speak to them again."
 
    "Why would you ever want to stay with someone that hurts you?" 
 
    "He doesn't deserve the love and affection you have to offer."
 
    But if anyone were to ask you now...
 
    "I know it can be difficult to leave someone, maybe you should do something
nice for him to see if things change."
 
    "Yeah, but what about that time he brought home dinner for you? That was
incredibly thoughtful of him."
 
    "Just because he gets out of hand sometimes doesn't mean that he's
undeserving of your love. People have their days."
 
    "(Y/n) you've gone quiet." Detective Keiser spoke up. 
 
    "Oh... I'm sorry, I was just trying to process your words."
 
    "It's a lot to take in, I understand." he attempted to condole you. "Jeff
is a serial killer--"
 
    "I know this." you interrupted. "But why is it that it's wrong of me to
care about someone? You may think he deserves to rot in prison for the rest of
his life, but you don't know him like I do. He just needs help--" 
 
    "It isn't normal to have feelings for someone who has mentally
and physically hurt you, (Y/n)."
 
    You were silenced at this statement. It felt as if you were being cornered
into a brick wall with no way out.
 
    "This isn't a matter of opinion, it's simply a fact. None of this is your
fault, (Y/n). In no way, shape, or form." he continued speaking.
 
    "Jeff manipulated you to such a degree that you don't even realize that
you've been manipulated."
    
    "Please stop talking." you uttered as tears began to prick at your eyes.
 
    "He doesn't care about you."
 
    "Stop..." you said louder."
 
    "He used you."
 
    "I said to shut up!" you yelled, the tears now falling. You hated the fact
that he was right, but you didn't want to believe it.  You have to
mean something to Jeff. He kept you alive. Didn't that hold some sort of
importance?
 
    "Detective Keiser! Detective Keiser!"
 
    You train of thought was stopped when the detective's name was being called
by someone who sounded like they were running down the hallway. A young lady
with blonde hair and glasses opened the door frantically. 
 
    "Briggite, I'm with a client--"
 
    "Jeffrey Woods escaped. They didn't even make it to the institution this
time." she panted.
 
    Your jaw dropped and all of Keiser's words suddenly became completely
irrelevant. 
 
    "Jeff is free? He escaped? That must mean he's on his way to get me..." 
you thought, wondering if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 
 
    A string of curses flew from the detective's mouth as you mentally jumped
up and down.
 
    "(Y/n), we're going to have to continue this later. Briggite, get me in
contact with the county Sherriff at Shenandoah." Keiser said, putting the
papers in his suitcase. You followed him out of the room and up to your
parents. 
 
    They both had worried looks on their faces, seeing as they just witnessed a
frantic woman burst into the room that we were in. Detective Keiser smoothed
his suit and hair, and took a deep breath. 
 
    "Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), I don't want to cause any unsettlement but I was just
notified that Mr. Woods has escaped during the transition from the hospital to
the institution." he informed.
 
    Your parents looked afraid and concerned, which quickly turned to anger due
to the lack of good security and lousy police officers.
 
    "Our officers will offer the most security we can provide for the safety of
your family, if you'd like, we can send patrol guards to watch the house
tonight." Keiser continued, desperate to please his clients. 
 
    "That won't be necessary." you cut in. 
 
    "But, honey... we can't lose you again." your mother said. 
 
    "I'm confident that he won't try to come after me," you lied. "He'll be
expecting police around the house, so he wouldn't even think of coming near us.
I think everything will be fine, and a patrol officer won't be needed. 
 
    "What in the hell are you doing..." you asked yourself. You know he's on
his way as you speak. Are you willing to abandon everything again? Are you
willing to putyourself in harms way?
 
    ...Is worth--potentially--another knee to the face?
 
    Or more words carved into your skin?
 
    But you'll be with him again. 
 
    That one pro in your mind outweighed the multiple cons that came along with
Jeff. The only thing that mattered to you was him. Funny how someone's morals
and priorities can mean virtually nothing once you sympathize with the devil. 
 
***
 
    You grew more anxious as the sun dipped down below the horizon. The moment
you came home, you flew upstairs to pack a bag filled with clothes and other
things you thought you'd need. 
 
    "This is crazy, this is crazy..."
 
   Your life before Jeff was simply mediocre. You don't have many close
friends; none of which you hung out with after school. Not much really
happened--getting good grades was the only thing that mattered to you. 
 
    Once Jeff came into your life, it was flipped upside down. You were forced
into all of these new experiences all at once, and looking back at them, you've
never felt such an adrenaline rush before. Every moment you spent with Jeff;
you were walking on eggshells because you believed your life was on the line,
and yet you're still breathing. Jeff also introduced sex to you as well,
something you never really thought highly of. You thought you'd never give into
your promiscuity because you've never had any desires before. Not until him.
Jeff knew how to work your body better than you did. 
 
    You wanted that feeling again. You want that rush of adrenaline... that
pleasure. And Jeff is the only one who could ever provide you with that
feeling.
 
    After you ate dinner, you hugged your mother and father tightly, and told
them how much you love them. 
 
    "We're just happy that you're home, baby."
 
    That hurt. 
 
    "I'm going to bed, okay? I'm really tired." you said, stretching. "Are you
sure you wouldn't like to sleep in our room tonight?" your Dad asked.
 
    "No Dad. It'll be fine, I can sleep in my own room." you reassured him with
a laugh." Your parents both nodded and you went upstairs, telling them
goodnight possibly for the last time in a while.
 
    Once you reached you room, you grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote a note to
your parents. You hated putting them through something like this. But maybe if
there was someway you could let them know that you're going to be okay, perhaps
that would lift the guilt from your shoulders. 
 
    "I'll be okay, please don't worry about me." You write in your best
handwriting. Short and sweet to avoid any--
 
    Ding!
 
    You flinched at the sudden sound of your laptop notification sound going
off.
 
    It has to be Jeff.
 
    You scrambled towards your laptop and signed into your e-mail, opening the
junk tab.
 
    Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the bold word.
 
          (1) New e-mail from: Unknown
 
    You held your breath, guiding a trembling hand to the mouse to highlight
the message... and then opened it.
 
          (1) New e-mail from: Unknown
 
    Hope you didn't think that I was done with you. Be there in fifteen. 
Chapter End Notes
     Important! Reader is sick! Reader has Stockholm Syndrome! This isn't
     turning into a mary sue fic, I swear! Stockholm Syndrome is horrible,
     and isn't something to be glorified. Jeff and Reader aren't a Bonnie
     and Clyde type duo, and they never will be, at least in my fic. Jeff
     is an abusive, manipulative, and just generally a very toxic person.
     Reader currently does not realize that, blinded by the 'kind acts'
     and pleasure, therefore leading her to identify with and defend the
     aggressor (Jeff). Don't think for a second that these relationships
     are 'goals' bc they're most certainly not.
     On another note, I haven't yet finished writing CH16 yet so give me
     some time to do that and I'll have it up as soon as I can. Stay
     sinning my good ppl >:)
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
     (Jesus, of course when I decide to update AO3 preforms a three hour
     long construction. Just my luck. I was so pissed I couldn't stop
     laughing.)
     Anyways! Here it is. This chapter is filthy... a little more so than
     the norm. Jeff's a nasty guy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
    It'll only be moments from now until you see Jeff again. The thought
instantly made you giddy. You double checked to see if the window was unlocked-
-hell, you'd open it and wait for him if it wasn't as cold as it was. 
    The sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway caught your attention,
followed by a door clicking shut. Your parents had gone to bed, and you wished
them a silent goodbye. Leaving them was painful, but you didn't have a choice.
You didn't want anything happening to them in the process; and you wouldn't put
it past Jeff to hurt anyone you cared about just to get you to comply. 
    Jeff has grown on you--like the tumor he is. Witnessing a man as tough as
him being reduced to tears can really change the way you think about someone.
Seeing Jeff in that state helped you understand more about him. For example:
you know now that he does, in fact, have feelings. Feelings that everyone else
experiences. During that episode he said that he loved you and didn't want to
hurt you--that holds value and recognition in your eyes. 
    You refuse to believe that you are something insignificant to Jeff. No one
will ever understand the relationship you have with him. What's the point of
staying here when everyone is going to ridicule your emotions and tell you that
you shouldn't feel the way you do? That it's wrong You shrugged it off with a
laugh, "There's nothing wrong with liking a bad boy." you joked with yourself,
even though you were painfully aware that Jeff was so much more. Much more
dangerous and much more sinister. 
    The thought of Jeff snapping is one that you fear constantly. He is
unpredictable--as you've said many times--and you're at the mercy of his knife
whenever you're with him. What if his next mental breakdown is one of rage and
fury in lieu of being regretful and apologetic? Jeff hasn't killed you, yes,
but that doesn't mean he isn't capable of doing so. You must remember that.
    You'll try your damndest this time 'round not to make him so angry--
Shhhhkkk!
    The sound of your window being lifted made you spin around instantly.
Silence. You began slowly walking forwards, holding your breath. A knife was
suddenly thrown through the window making you jump out of your skin. Holding
your heart, you looked at the knife that pierced through the door. "What
the hell--" 
    Familiar leathery hands then gripped the windowsill, giving you a rush of
nostalgia to the days before he'd taken you. Seeing as his knife was a good
inch in you door, you walked to the killer and stuck your head out of the
window to meet his. Putting both hands on his cold face, you kissed him. 
    You pulled him in the rest of the way, keeping your lips locked with his.
Once he stood upright, he toward over you, but he kissed back. And you loved
the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, sliding against your own. You broke
the kiss and went to his neck--he smelled like firewood and cigarettes, sort of
like a unique cologne of his that you've come to love. 
    "I wasn't expecting this." he said in his usual low, raspy voice. 
    "I missed you..." you said, peppering his neck with kisses.
    He let out a scoff. "Yeah?"
    You nodded as he put his hands on your shoulders, creating a distance
between you two. His face--thank god--was just how you remembered it. 
    Except... except his glasgow smile had been reopened. The flesh around the
wound was red and irritated, dried blood staining the edge of his mouth and
remnants of fresh blood that had been smeared away with his sleeve. You tried
not to stare. 
    There weren't maggots coming from his eyes... just the same electric blue
hue that they always were. His face was still sharp and morbidly handsome, no
signs of decay. You couldn't be more relieved. You looked at the hand that he
had raised... even that was the same. The protruding veins and knuckles that
you just wanted to--wait, why is he taking a step back?
Slap!
    The force of the open-handed slap was strong enough to send you flying to
the ground. You touched the stinging burn on the side of your face and gritted
your teeth together in an attempt to ignore the pain. Jeff clicked his tongue
as he knelt over you, "That's for fucking me over." He gripped your hair and
painfully angled your head towards him. "And this..." he reared his hand back
and brought it down upon the side of your face once again. "Is for the trouble
I went through just to get here."
    He loosened his grip on your hair, causing your forehead to collide with
the wooden floor. "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't call the police, you have to
believe me." you explained desperately. He rubbed your burning face with the
back of his hand. "I know you didn't call them. You did, however, lead them to
where we were..." he said slowly, as if he were talking to a child. "...Which
cost me the luxurious house I resided in!"
    Another hand was wound back and made impact with your cheek, and tears
pricked at the corners of your eyes. The excitement that you had felt moments
ago quickly dissipated, and manifested into an overwhelming feeling of regret. 
    "Oh, don't start crying now! I've taught you so much better than that." he
scornfully added. He stared as the small circles of tears in your eyes turned
to streams that trailed down the bridge of your nose. Huffing out, he stood up
and walked to this knife, pulling it out of the door. "Where are your folks?"
    "Asleep..." you said, sitting up on the floor and wiping your eyes. 
    "Perfect. Let's go wake them up." he said, opening the door. 
    Your heart dropped and you bolted to the door, pushing your body against
it. "No, no, no, Jeff. Can't we just leave? I'll go willingly." you said,
pleading with him. The killer smiled vindictively as he pointed his blade
towards you. 
    "That's really fucking cute of you, y'know that? But seeing as I had to
make a great sacrifice, I think it's only fair if you do as well, right?" Jeff
spat. "Move out of my way."
    You went into a slight panic; you knew you couldn't hold him back
physically. You had to do something. It seemed as if you were being pressed
further into the door with his threatening gaze. You breathed out and closed
your eyes, conjuring up the most submissive voice you could...
    "Jeff, I want you to touch me." you said, voice barely above a whisper. You
looked at his expressing with large, imploring eyes. The atmosphere around you
immediately changed, the air became dense and thick. He didn't say anything,
instead he lifted his chin in suspicion. Taking his hand, you locked eyes with
him as you brought it to your mouth. 
    You kissed the tip of his finger gently before opening your mouth to run
your tongue along the length of it. His eyes grew dark, the moonlight casting a
shadow over his face when he angled it. You placed your lips around his middle
finger and brought your head down to the base. Your other hand behind you
turned the knob of the door and shut it quietly as Jeff closed the gap between
you. 
    "...Say that again." he demanded flatly. You rested your hand on his chest
lightly and kept your eyes on his, "I want you to touch me, Jeff." 
    He opened your mouth again, breathing out as he inched two of his fingers
to the back of your throat. You swallowed around them, trying to keep from
gagging; but it seemed like that was his goal. Your head couldn't go back any
further, and Jeff showed no signs of slowing down. "Open wider." he said,
shoving his fingers down your throat.
    You gagged, a retching sound echoed around the room as Jeff removed his
fingers, now slick and coated in saliva. You sputtered, not having any time to
recover before he shoved them back in your mouth--the act of having to re-
swallow your spit was enough to make you gag, but Jeff's hand wrapped around
your neck before you could. 
    "Don't think that you're off the hook." he growled into your jugular. You
clawed at his arms as his grip tightened, causing your head to feel like it was
on the verge of exploding. Jeff let go of your neck and you fell to the ground,
sucking in whatever air you could to keep from passing out. 
    "Better keep quiet, you wouldn't want Mommy and Daddy to wake up." You
heard him sneer. You drew in a shaky breath, coughing a few times before
regaining your composure. Whatever's left of it, that is. 
    Jeff told you to stand up--which you did--and he gripped your night shirt,
pulling upwards. You shivered from the crisp air  hitting your body, and you
saw Jeff fall to his knees in front of you in awe. He hovered his hand over
your bruise, taking in the forearm-sized discoloration. Tentatively, he dragged
his finger along it, but then pressed into the eye of the wound.
    You gasped in agony and bent your body away from him, covering your mouth
with your hands. “Is it fractured?” he asked, standing up. You shook your head
and said that it was only a bruise.
    “Shame… I’ll have to kick harder next time, then.” he gripped your
shoulders and spun you around, pressing your face into the wall. “Oh, fan-
fucking-tastic.” Jeff said, touching the scabs on your back. “Perfectly
legible, it’ll scar so nicely…”
    He ran his finger down your spine, then took both hands and scraped his
nails back up the length of your torso, making you wince as goosebumps formed
closely behind. He played with the hem of your pajama shorts and snapped them
against your skin before pulling them down halfway—just enough to showcase your
rear perfectly.
    You buried your face into the wall in embarrassment as he groped you from
behind. You heard the strain in his breathing once his hand slithered around
your waist and pulled your hips to his. As his fingers teased your lower lips,
your body quivered beneath them. It would be heaven on earth if every moment
with Jeff could be like this.
    You felt your shorts fall to your ankles when Jeff grabbed your hips and
rotated you once more. His hand pressed against your sternum, pushing you
firmly against the wall as Jeff dropped to his knees in front of you once more.
    He gripped your right thigh, lifting it up and throwing it over his
shoulder, making you balance on one leg. You steadied yourself by gripping the
edge of the dresser and looked down at Jeff who wasted no time latching himself
to your sex. Your joints instantly trembled when he spread your folds and
delved his tongue deeper; eating you out as if it were his last meal.
    You let out a breathy moan, absolutely drenched in inexplicable pleasure.
“Oh, god…” you whispered, feeling him hum against your clit. This felt so good
you might cry… was he okay with that?
    You looked down to see that jet black hair of his between your legs; eyes
closed in concentration. You breathed heavily as he found a sweet spot on your
bundle of nerves, and you shot your head backwards against the wall, your hand
entangling itself in Jeff’s thick hair. You bit your tongue to silence yourself
before you got too loud, but Jeff scraped his teeth against that sweet spot and
you nearly felt your mind shatter.
    “Fuck,  fuck...”  you moaned through gritted teeth. That devious tongue of
his ran circles around your pearl in a consistent motion that made you see
stars. This felt so taboo… so  bad.  Doing dirty things while your parents were
sleeping just two rooms down from you; something you never thought would
happen.
    There was something illicitly alluring about being with Jeff. Those hands
that have been blood-stained after committing heinous acts were the same hands
that awoke every nerve in your body and set them on fire. Jeff has tainted you
in that way—it was almost like dripping black paint in a cup of untouched
water. As a child, it fascinated you; watching as the paint slowly diluted the
water, creating a smoke-like effects as it seeped it’s way down to the bottom
of the cup.
    But once that paint touches the water; there was no way to remove it.
    ...And there would be no way to remove Jeff, either.
    Your eyes rolled behind your fluttering lashes, the realization of this
parasitic relationship consuming you completely. You gripped his hair tighter
as the pit in your stomach coiled around. Jeff noticed this and incorporated
his teeth once more to send you straight over the edge. A silent cry escaped
your lips, followed by tremors as you grinded against his tongue while coming
down from your high.
    Jeff made obscene sounds as he lapped at your release, your body
impulsively jerking away like a live wire whenever he ran his tongue roughly
against your folds. He removed your thigh from his shoulders and hastily stood,
unfastening his jeans as he did so. Your legs were wobbly as you attempted to
hold your weight against the wall, peering up at Jeff with glazed-over eyes.
    Saliva was dripping from the cuts in his face, descending down along his
jawline. He didn’t seem to mind, though; the whole sight would have disgusted
you, had you’d not been drowning in your arousal. Jeff removed his member from
its barrier and pinned you against the wall, hoisting you off the ground. As he
hiked your thighs upwards, your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips in a
vice-like grip.
    Jeff then firmly pressed his palm against your mouth, bringing his chest
closer to yours. You thought his intention was to suffocate you again—that was
until you felt the tip of his length prod at your slick entrance. Before you
had time to register it, he slid inside of you fully in one smooth motion,
making you moan into his hand.
    He pulled back out with a shuddering sigh, biting your neck with his wet
mouth. You could feel your arousal oozing down your thighs slowly, practically
begging to be satisfied. You moved your hips in search of fulfillment, but Jeff
denied you.
    “You’re forgetting something…” he said, his hot breath lingering around
your neck. You hit your head against the wall in frustration, taking in a shaky
breath to control your increasing impatience. Jeff removed his hand from your
mouth and rested it on your neck as a silent threat.
    “Express your fucking gratitude.”  he demanded, teasing you by rubbing
against your cunt with his shaft. You let out a quiet moan, and placed your
hand on the side of his face.
    “I missed you…” you started as he riddled your neck with hickeys. “I missed
you so much, Jeff. I was afraid I’d... never see you again.”
    You continued, motivated by his erection as it pressed harder into you. “I
had an erotic dream about you, I swear it felt so real… I couldn’t even fall
asleep without you next to me. It was so difficult.”
    “Keep going…” Jeff said into the divot of your collarbone. You writhed
against him to create a friction of some sort, not wanting to lose contact with
him.
    “I just wanted to feel you touch me again… more than anything. You know how
to make me feel so— Oh god!”   Jeff inserted his length into you and finally
began moving in and out, in and out,  in and out , driving you mad. Your toes
curled behind him as you drove your heels into his hips absentmindedly. You
craved that pelvis-to-pelvis contact.
    His hold around your neck tightened slightly—dare you say that it actually
began to feel good. Jeff had been in too much of a rush to remove his hoodie,
but your hands found their way underneath it to feel his leathery skin.
    “I can’t  believe … that I went out of my fucking way to come get you.”
Jeff huffed as he squeezed your neck. You could feel the blood rush to your
head, your pulse resounding in your ears. “I can’t believe that I’ve… I’ve kept
you… this fucking long.”
    Your nails hooked into his shoulder blades, clinging to him for dear life
as he quite literally fucked you speechless. The skin on your back stuck to the
wall as sweat worked its way through your pores. Jeff’s words baffled you—was
he thinking out loud?
    Oh, who the fuck cares… this feels amazing. His hand resumed its former
place around your mouth—you were being so noisy! For a moment, the moans that
escaped your lips sounded so  foreign . You didn’t recognize your own voice
anymore. Jeff awoken whatever was in you—and good God, was it ravenous.
    Jeff pressed into your face harder as he neared his release, squeezing your
jugular and whispering incoherent words.
    “Look at me…” he breathed out as he angled your face to touch foreheads.
You looked into those piercing eyes of his through your lashes. You thought for
a second—eyes are the windows to the soul and whatnot. You’ve never believed in
that saying as much as you do now. His bloodshot eyes held every emotion of
anger and primitive domination. Jeff’s eyes were the kind that allowed you to
catch a passing glance and nothing more. The kind that instantly tells you to
avert your gaze. So threatening, so intimidating…so  evil  yet—just as
beautiful and captivating as can be.
    Was it the lack of air that made you realize the depth they held? Come to
think of it, you’ve never held his gaze for this long. He told you to look at
him… did he know what he was doing? This form of silent communication through
those oceanic eyes intensified the experience tenfold.
    You began to wheeze as your climax approached, your lungs on fire due to
your nose not being able to meet the increasing demand of oxygen. Oh, god it
was getting to be too much… your head was actually beginning to spin—you were
going to lose consciousness.
    And that’s when Jeff let go of his grip on your neck and mouth all at once
and placed his hands on either side of your face and said, “Cum.”
    If spontaneous human combustion was in fact real, you were positive that’s
what had happened to you. The combination of oxygen finally filling your
burning lungs and the gaze that you held with Jeff when you peaked… it was
inexplicable. You were afraid that when he let go of your mouth, you’d just
scream. That’s what you  felt  like doing but you weren’t able to.
    And Jeff knew it.
    Your jaw hung slack as Jeff shoved into you roughly, his pelvis meeting
yours. You felt the sensation of his member spasming inside of you as he spat
curses between his gritted teeth. He broke eye contact to kiss you languidly,
both of you gasping around each other’s tongues. When your need for oxygen was
fully replenished, you weren’t prepared for the waves of tremors to hit your
body. You were  absolutely trembling  in pleasure, gnawing on your lip to
silence your gasps and whimpers.
    Jeff pulled out of you and lowered himself to the ground with wobbly knees.
Your back slid against the wall as you hit the floor with Jeff, his black hair
encasing your face in a similar manner to curtains. Looking at his animalistic
face, you saw the mixture of blood and saliva drip from his jaw. This was by
far the messiest—for lack of a better word—fuck you’ve ever had. Covered in
sweat, drool, blood, and… other bodily fluids from head to toe.
    And honestly, you weren’t complaining.
    You looked now at his eyes which were heavily lidded, and you felt content.
You found contentment and comfortability in those angry, rage-filled orbs.
    And you found love. Unadulterated love that flooded over you, and
encompassed your soul in a thick, heavy blanket. You knew, however, that beyond
that thick heavy blanket of love, you were locked in a steel cage with no way
out.
    But so long as Jeff was the one keeping you in that cage, you were fine
with it.
    So long as he was merely  near  you, you were fine with it.
    Three words absentmindedly dripped from your swollen lips as thick as
molasses—and just as sweet too.
    “I love you…”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Take a fucking shot every time you see the word eyes, mouth, or neck
     in this chapter. love you all. Also fuckkkking excuse any errors irdk
     why i tend to post late at night but a bitch is sleepy as FUCK.
     Edit: Okay, it’s been a while. I’m aware. My home is in the process
     of foreclosure. I need to focus on getting things ready to move and
     being there for my family and keeping up with school rather than this
     story. I do not plan on abandoning it. I just have a lot on my plate
     right now. I love all of you, and thank you for staying w Tainted for
     so long. I’ll get back to writing as soon as I can. I’ll be on tumblr
     ( insomniacitis ) if y’all need me or want to talk to me. <3
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