darkness.

Squinting around the room Y/N didn't move an inch. Mostly due to tiredness and the food coma she was currently in but also a slight worry that somebody was watching her sleep. The door was locked tight and windows had been sealed, there was no way somebody could've come into her room without a raucous being made. But at the back of her mind all

Y/N could think of was Jeff . Cautiously her arm snaked under her pillow to cradle the large butchers knife underneath. A knife had always been under her pillows, not matter the place just for extra security.

The sudden sound of footsteps made everything inside Y/N tense up. A course of shivers crawled down her spine and tears bubbled on her eyes; they sounded heavy and rough, they definitely belonged to a man. By the heaviness of the walk and delay with each step this mysterious man was most likely wearing combat boots meaning if he stepped on her arms there would be no way to fight back. The footsteps stopped right beside her sleeping body, as if the predators eyes were surveying her form. Studying every shaky breath she took under his glare.

That gravely, disguising voice. It was that fucking psycho from last night. How the hell did he track Y/N down so fucking quickly?! Or even at all, there was no way he could've followed her that night. Right?! Throwing the duvet at his body Y/N quickly jumped on top of his shoulder and began to violently bash the killers greasy head. His calloused hands clawed and swung at her directly but no matter the beating Y/N wasn't going down. Until her hair was violently pulled making her whole body swing forward, not preparing the woman for the next attack. Ramming her body into the wall the woman lost her balance on-top of him before quickly giving him a final blow to his temple. Who knew how strong the handle of a knife also was. If she had even hesitated Y/N would've fell off his shoulders.

Killing him would've been useless as then Y/N would've had a dead body on her hands. Instead by keeping him alive and potentially tying him up she could receive some answers to the questions she had; Clocking his head one last time the next ten minutes were spent struggling to get him on her bed until she finally lugged his last leg on the bare mattress. When she was younger Y/N used to have men come to her room wanting dominatrix work, this meant she still had all the handcuffs and hardcore restraints the old clients had gifted to her.

Double cuffing both his arms and legs Y/N put his hands in a pair of chastity mittens before tying his upper legs together with a tight belt. No way Jeff was getting out of this one without help, and help would not be coming any time soon. Watching this monster sleep was interesting, especially after she had just attacked him and brung him down. Even that surprised her, Y/N knew she wasn't some weakling but still was humble enough to realise she couldn't bring down the average man. But there the above average man laid, knocked out by her actions. Obviously it was all due to adrenaline but it was still a shock.

Inspecting his body from a safe distance Y/N saw his mouth ooze blood and pus, the fact he couldnt even take care of himself really showed his character. Surely that would be uncomfortable, having blood and goop run into your mouth and onto your clothes all day? What a fucking pig; Sitting down on a stool

Y/N patiently waited for him to wake up.

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Hours. Fucking hours has passed and at this point Y/N was worried she had killed the bastard. Not like she would check his pulse, the man could easily be playing dead, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Rattle.

Rattle.

Rattle.

"You fucking bitch! When I get out of here I'm going to skin you alive!" He was thrashing violently and pulling of the head board, desperately trying to escape the chains.

There he was, finally awake and now Y/N could ask him some questions.

Taking a step towards him she held a water bottle in her hand, teasingly swinging it above his face. "I'm going to ask you some questions Jeff. If you answer you get some water and food. If you decide not to I'll crank up the AC and leave you here all fucking day." Y/N's voice shivered when talking to him.

Jeff growled, "listen to me, whatever the fuck you think you're doing won't work. I'm one of the worlds most notorious serial killers darling, nothing cracks me."

"You're still human and I know you're hungry, I could hear your stomach growling when you slept." Y/N stated, placing down a slice of pizza next to his foot for a second she saw his emotion change.

"You wanna know why you? Why I came after you." He laughed before coughing, "you're not special slut, I go after anyone I fucking see."

"I also want to know why you're doing this. You've killed alot of people in my city so of course I want some fucking answers, dickhead!" The man rolled his eyes at her and scanned her room before landing on the only picture she had up.

Y/N and her father.

"I'll pay him a visit when I'm

done with you." Little did Jeff know Y/N's father was just a fleeting memory in her mind. Nothing more than nostalgia at this point due to last seeing him when she was merely twelve years old.

Glaring at him she threw the pizza on the dirty floor, trying to spite him. "We're not talking about me, we're talking about why you kill innocent people Jeff." She spoke calmly to him, not wanting Jeff to know the hurt of her past.

"I kill because I love it, more then anything. There's no crazy back story, or tragic fairy tale. I am who I am because of the decisions I made." His baby blue eyes shot into her soul before he continued, "now tell me, what are you gonna do with me when you're done. Because we both know you cant let me die or let me leave."

"So you did that to you face by your own accord?" He turned away slightly before smiling. He was enjoying the attention.

"Of course, nothing else to it."

Y/N should've killed him before, now due to her quick thinking a serial killer would not be sharing her fucking room. He was right too, Y/N wouldn't have the guts to kill him or let him go. He was chained to her. Unless the woman packed up and left but it was only a matter of time before room service found him and either let him go or call the cops. Although that would be a good option knowing half of the maids they were fearless and would definitely let him go; picking up the pizza she walked up to him and held it close to his face, to see how desperate the man really was. Obviously he didn't budge but it was worth a try.

"I have to work tonight, so you're gonna freeze your ass off in here. Good luck."

Jeff pulled at his cuffs before replying. "Or you could simply let me go. No harm done."

No harm done. What a bunch of bullshit.

Locking her bathroom door Y/N got ready to walk the streets once again. The paranoia of the man escaping while she was gone and waiting for her was truly terrifying, but something she would have to push aside for the time being; wearing a short red dress, a fur coat, black heels and intense makeup Y/N walked out of the bathroom. Giving one last look to the furious man beside her. He was shivering slightly and Y/N needed him alive, not frozen. Throwing a thick blanket on top of him she sat down on the bed and pushed the water bottle towards him.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn! I need you alive not gross and dead and shit." Finally Jeff managed to chug have the bottle before Y/N ran out the door, realising prime time was about to start. Prime time was when all the wealthier customers would come by to visit. No way Y/N was missing good money for some fucking serial killer; In all honesty she wasn't sure why she wanted to know his past or why the monster killed people. Curiosity maybe? Perhaps anger at the fact he had killed people she knew? Either way he was stuck with Y/N until she figured out what to do with him next.

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The night was finally over and Y/N began to stumble back to her shitty hotel room. Tonight the men had been especially rough towards the girls, every time a hooker left one of their card they complained until the next car drove them off. Y/N had dealt with some creeps but also some prime time clients, meaning she wouldn't have to work tomorrow which was a huge relief. Not working also meant more time interrogating the killer in her hotel room, which was all that was on Y/N's mind. What if he had escaped?! No, there was no fucking way he could've escaped, its not like the man can scream for help looking like that.

The walk back to her room after a long night was always refreshing, although Y/N always had to be on edge of obvious reasons the streets at night were still peaceful. On this side of the south sector anyway. Some parts of the south side were packed at night but because this area was more discrete nobody, especially tourists either came or knew who to come here. Don't want the cops coming and raiding the street after all. Speaking of the police, they were becoming increasingly more desperate to find Jeff and quickly throw him in jail. Apparently they had around two thousand suspects which was funny seeing as the man they needed was chained to some hookers bed. No way Y/N would hand him in either, as the police would one-hundred percent have their way with her. No pig would ever touch her again.

Opening her front door Y/N braced herself for the worst, the worst being Jeff raping then killing her. But there he was, still chained to the bed with obvious signs of struggle on the wallpaper and his ankles. It wasn't a surprise the bed frame hadn't broken due to his obvious banging. With the constant rocking and friction due to couples in the hotel the extra measures Sam and his team went through to make sure the beds didn't break were extreme. Somehow though he had managed to tear his chastity mittens off.

"No use, the beds are bolted." Y/N said as she kicked her heels off. Jeff grumbled and leaned forward. His stringy black hair dangling over his face as he spoke.

"I will get out. And when I do you better pray you're far, far away. Because if I find you I'll rape and torture you until you're nothing but a pulp on the fucking linoleum."

Y/N turned away from Jeff and shook her head, "I don't know why I did this either! You fucking attacked me like some animal and I couldn't bring myself to kill you and running, well you found me before didn't you."

Jeff laughed, "I'll give you that whore, surprised you could even take me on twice."

"I have a fucking name cunt."

Jeff acted scared, shaking and laughing. It angered Y/N. "Oh shiver me fucking timbers, I'm so scared." Glaring at him Y/N slammed the bathroom door open and just before it closed Jeff said one last thing.

"Not so eager to yell me now, huh bitch!" He cackled and laughed. Jeff was mocking Y/N and Y/N hated to be mocked.

"It's Y/N."