A kettle boiled over the stove as Y/N lit up her morning cigarette. The only sleep she got the night before was around three hours, his face is what kept coming back to her mind; was his smile actually real? It obviously was but someone having such a horrific scar would make anyone take a double take. Everything about his demeanour as a whole made Y/N do a one-eighty and scan her room. This was childish and stupid as Jeff obviously wasn't inside her room but paranoia reduced her to nothing but a little girl, scared of the boogy-man.

There had been another report on the news about him early this morning, it seemed the killers attacks were now more aggressive or anger based. Rapes in the city were now even more disgusting and their bodies mauled to the point of no return. This would be to much of a coincidence to not be the same man as the night before. Of course Jeff would be more aggressive as one of his victims had escaped! Jeff was mad that he couldn't kill a weak prostitute. Knowing this was both funny and alarming. Funny in the sense that Y/N escaped such a notorious serial killer but alarming that he could easily track her down. He picked her up from the main hooker hot-spot on the south side all he would have to do is wait until Y/N was all alone. Luckily due to the amount of money she had made Y/N would not need to work tonight, which was a huge relief as she was to afraid to step out on the street at night.

Pouring the hot water into her instant coffee

Y/N walked outside of her room and leaned of the railing, watching the sun slowly rise up. Mornings were always Y/N's favourite time of the day, so peaceful and fresh. Something about mornings just made life seem like it could get better. Also mornings were the furthest away from her job schedule, which was always good; Puffing on her cigarette Y/N squinted to focus on the cars in the distance. Sometimes she wondered what if would be like to have a real job. To get up in the morning and come back home at five o'clock. Her whole life every job Y/N had was always at night, never during the day so nighttime was always associated with work and stress while mornings were her safe haven. Even when not working the thought of it was always in the back of her mind.

No matter how many distractions there were work was always in the back of her head. Y/N could get kidnapped and work would still be on her mind; That was a fear of Y/N's, getting kidnapped by some deranged man in the middle of the night, and being tortured and raped by him over and over until he finally killed her. Thats what terrified her and although she had other fears this one took the cake. Every time she entered a mans car that fear would resurface in her mind, even if it was just slightly. As a prostitute who wouldn't have that fear? It would be stupid not to.

Y/N was now on the streets and was admiring the south side during the day. It was always bustling with life, from people selling newspapers to girls charging twenty bucks for a public lap dance. Y/N loved the atmosphere of this city, although she loathed most things there were parts about it that still made her frown turn upside down; Y/N was walking to her local thift store to buy some more outfits, not even for her job just for her own enjoyment. Due to her city being so large there were usually nice affordable clothing inside these types of stores; in fact Y/N hadn't bought new clothes for ten years at this point and almost everything she owned was either stolen or second hand.

People on the street heckled and yelled put to her, either catcalling or haggling. This slightly annoyed her but no man or woman was going to ruin her mood, especially when shopping was on her mind; the streets were always chaotic and Y/N couldn't believe people would fall for some of the scams people tried to pass off. Mostly tourists fell for the stupidest shit, Y/N once saw a man buy a box that had nothing inside of it, the scammer legitmatley convinced this man it a good luck token. Although everyone had fallen for a scam or two in there lives at least they sounded believable.

Walking inside the first store Y/N was ready to get started. She would be here for a very long time.

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Anger.

Anger was all he felt as he sat on the linoleum floor of his hotel room, no one had ever escaped from his grips that easily. No whore had ever put up that much of a fucking fight in the first place. All night and day all Jeff could think of was her, and how lucky she got. How infuriating it was that, that bitch escaped. Jeff looked around his shitty room and chuckled, it was interesting how much of a struggle that chick had put up, how much she fought against his

Jeff was used to getting what he wanted in life, he wanted to rape some slut he would. If he wanted to rob some old man he wouldn't hesitate for a fucking second. If Jeff wanted to kill some fucking nuns he would savour the moment. So, obviously when the monster wouldn't get what he deserved he tended to get dangerously angry. That woman deserved to die by his hand, in his eyes all it was a mercy killing. The pleasure he would receive when killing some human was . Nothing would compare to the feeling of seeing someone choke on their own blood, or beg for their worthless lives.

As he stood up his black hair dangled down his face, itching at his oozing wound. A white tank top with black track suit pants currently adorned his body and he was beginning to grow bored inside of his room, although watching the news reports about his works made him laugh and smile all he wanted to do was kill someone at the very least. Not sit inside his hotel room and think of that hooker all day; With a face like his it was hard to just take a nice stroll outside, although it was evening now the sun was still up just enough. So unless he covered up the man was stuck inside his room until sun down; the old bastard how owned the place would always try and strike up a conversation every single time he left the goddamn place, if Jeff wasn't staying here that man would've been dead as soon as he opened his big mouth.

Everyone in this goddamn city pisses him off. Especially the women, all of them were such mindless bitches who would do anything for a measly dollar. Pathetic. The men here were more of a threat than a annoyance. You see, after he had killed a few whores from every district every pimp and there grandma was trying to track him down. It was laughable as Jeff had spent the last seventeen years of his life avoiding people like them but it was still a threat none the less and if you had his you always needed to be careful; Anyway Jeff was beginning to become bored of this city, every-time some whore died by his hand there was always the same reaction and it was begging to become less pleasurable.

Peaking through his blinds, Jeff scanned the street in front of him. Watching all of the city scum bags wonder around made him feel like killing once again. That was until he saw a very similar face walk past his room.

A red skirt with a black tank top adorned her petite body, large hoop earrings stuck out of her shoulder length hair and she held two bags, perhaps full of clothes? It was that fucking from last night. Walking right into the room next to his.

This was more than perfect. It was fate and Jeff wasn't going to let this chick escape his wrath ever again. Especially when her apartment was conveniently next to his, maybe if he got the timing just right he could stab the slut through the wall. No! That wouldn't be satisfying enough this woman needed to .

Y/N wasn't sure why the feeling of unease had suddenly washed over her. Everything had been perfectly normal until the woman waltzed back inside her hotel room, her safe space. Was he in here?! No! Surely not thats a stupid thought that idiot couldn't be in here, right? Stealthily Y/N tip toed around the room checking every possible space a man could hide from the closet to under her bed. Obviously no one was in sight.

Flopping down on her bed Y/N turned on the TV and began to sort all of the clothes she had just bought. Dresses, skirts, shirts, a few tank tops and jeans. Not a bad haul at all this time, usually you would have to dig if you wanted quality shit but today Y/N got lucky; Sam wasn't at the front desk when she had walked inside today, which was strange. Usually the old man was always standing there no matter the time or day but today he was nowhere to be seen; Probably had a fucking heart attack or some shit. Laughing Y/N finished up her clothes called the local pizza store for dinner, seeing as she had money. It was bad that Y/N was spending so much of her money but splurging couldn't be helped after such a traumatic event.

"Joe's Pizza Shop, what can I get you today?"

"Two New-Yorker size pepperoni pizzas and a large garlic bread."

"Ok, Do you want pick up or drop off? If drop off what is your address?"

"I'm currently staying at Motel Langton, and my room is 306."

"Thank You Ma'am, we'll be there with your order soon."

Tonight would be a good night, Y/N could just sense it. Although paranoia of Jeff coming to kill her was still pricking at the back of her mind the thought of pizza and a hot bath was enough to calm anyone's nerves; the news had been bland lately and the thought of watching reports about more murders didn't make for a great night in her opinion so Y/N wanted to simply watch a movie tonight.

For the first time in a time, Y/N felt happy.

Happiness was a rare feeling for Y/N not only because of her life style but also because of her past. Everything in her life stopped serotonin from reaching her brain but tonight something was different. Feeling happy was rare for Y/N in fact the last time she had actually felt happy was two years ago when she stole some pimps Rolex. But that didn't last for ling when she attempted to pawn it off only for the owners to deem it fake and turn her away. For some reason though Y/N still kept it, just in case.

"Ma'am, I have you order from Joe's Pizza Shop!" A muffled voice called to her from behind the front door.

Opening the door Y/N paid the twenty-five dollar fee and sat down on her bed once again. The beautiful smell of pizza and garlic now wafting through her room made her smile and lay back.

It was going to be a good night tonight.