Bare faced and naked Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. The events that had unfolded earlier were still a shock to her. The fact such a dangerous man lay in her room made Y/N shiver. What would she do with him? Chaining him up was a heat in the moment decision not a permanent one. Hitting him on the right spot bought her time before, if she attempted that again Y/N may not be so lucky.

Getting dressed into comfortable clothing she shakily grasped the handle and slowly swung the door open. The fact Y/N still feared this now harmless man was baffling to her, it reinforced how weak the girl really was. Scared of a man who obviously couldn't escape from the cuffs; Jeff turned to face her and tugged himself forward, Y/N could tell this was frustrating him immensely.

Sleeping was going to be a problem as that thing was on the bed and Y/N wasn't going to risk it and move him to a different spot. Sleeping on the floor seemed grim but what choice did she have? Jeff surprisingly hadn't said anything and seemed to be eerily calm. The cuffs were still tightly adorning his arms and legs or what was there to worry about?

Something, obviously.

Throwing a blanket down against the room door, Y/N walked back over to the killer and sat down on the bed. He hadn't eaten in days and surely had to be starving by now.

"Are you hungry?" Of course no answer. Y/N had though about leaving him alone to starve but even if he was a serial rapist and killer the thought of stooping to his level was terrifying. Although this monster would deserve a horrible death she didn't want him on her conscious; standing but Y/N bought out some left over pizza and began eating it in-front of him. Watching his brows furrow with rage was satisfying to say the least.

Before she got up Jeff turned his head to her and sat up against his restraints, leaning so close his bloody mouth was dripping on her clothes.

"Count your fucking days." He growled

Y/N wasn't in the mood for a good torturing session so she merely turned on the TV before sitting on the floor to watch; the journalist and investigators went on and on about the fact that the Glasgow Killers infamous killings had seemed to be put on hold for some mysterious reason. Going on about there theories and where this monster could be hiding.

"I believe, personally that JTK knew our police force was on his tail and he may have left the city for good."

Jeff rolled his eyes and stared at Y/N. He didn't say a word he merely stared eerily at her body before laughing. For about ten minutes Jeff went on and on about how much of a skilled killer he was and how the those lousy pigs weren't even close to catching him. Amusing that trained police couldn't find him or bring him down but a fucking hooker held him prisoner in a motel six. Funny how fate worked like that. If Y/N only left earlier that one fateful night she would have never been approached by Jeff in the first place! Placing a cigarette im her lips she turned to look at him once again before leaving the room.

She didn't know why she had left the room so suddenly like that, or why she was even strolling around the city so late. Rape was on her mind as countless men had already started to catcall her or stare maliciously at her body.

"And looky what we have here! Y/N L/N once again walking around late at night, all fuckin' alone! Would be a shame if someone violated you doll."

Fucking Patrick again. Y/N thought him walking around the south side would be simple chance and he would carry his fat ass back to the north but it seemed he really means business.

"I just wanted some fresh air."

He howled and grabbed her shirt, "fresh air while you have a fag in your mouth?!" he pulled the cigarette out of her mouth. "Come on Y/N, that stuff will kill you."

The look in his eyes while he spoke to her, full of pure lust and intent. His beefy hand pushed her against the wall before resting on her waist; Y/N was shaking in fear from his touch.

"Remember when I first met you? Back when you were only sixteen and had the tightest pussy from what I heard. Do you know how bad I wanted to hire you sweetheart?" He paused and scanned her body, taking in all of the curves. "I bet ya you still got it don't you?"

thump. thump. thump.

She grimaced and pushed him away lightly, "I'm not looking for any trouble. I'll fuck off quickly if thats what you want." Her voice trembled with every word and by the look on Patricks face she could tell he was amused and aroused.

He stepped towards her again and twirled a piece of Y/N's hair in his fat fingers. "Where do ya live! And don't fuckin' lie to me cause I'll find out sweetheart."

thump. thump. thump.

"The Langton, room 308. Please I just wanna go home Patrick."

The begging was getting on his .

"Fine, fuck off! Before I change my mind slut!" He barked viscously; Running down the road her heart thumped aggressively against her rib cage. That was way to fucking close, way to close to getting raped or beat. Why the fuck did she even leave her fucking room in the first place!? Now he knew exactly where Y/N lived and with the serial killer sharing her room that fat piece of shit barging into her humble abode would be a big issue.

1) Jeff had killed some of his whores and with a face like that and the way those hookers were tortured...enough said.

2) Patrick would probably let him loose and we all know who would win in the fight.

3) Patrick could easily kill her for harbouring him instead of handing him to the pimp.

Y/N was absolutely fucked! Its not like she could've lied because next time Patrick saw the poor would he would make her life a living hell.

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Jeff still lay completely still and silent on the uncomfortable bed, thankfully. A crazy monster like Jeff escaping was the last thing Y/N needed to see when she got home. Now thinking about it, could anyone call such a shitty hotel room like this a home? The walls stuck of cigarettes and the floors were peeling at the corners. It wad a shit hole and Y/N could easily be kicked out by Sam or a maid any day, so was this really home?

Stumbling inside the room she wiped her tears away and ran inside the small bathroom. She didn't want Jeff to get the pleasure of seeing her in distress again. That sort of mans feeds off the suffering of others and she didn't need him laughing in her face at this moment; What was it like to be a psychopathic killer anyways? To just easily take someones like just for your own personal pleasure? How could that be enjoyable to anyone? Y/N wasn't someone like Jeff so of course she couldn't possibly understand how you could seek pleasure in someone else's pain. It was still equally confusing for her to attempt to understand.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror Y/N wiped her eyes before screaming. Anger, frustration, embarrassment, everything was swarming inside of her brain. If only Jeff had killed her. Jeff killing Y/N.

No, she couldn't. Right?

He would torture her before he killed her, he would rip all of her organs out. Rape her bloody corpse before carving up Y/N's pretty little face. There would be no way that a monster like him could kill someone humanly! Perhaps slitting and slicing her wrists? Hanging from a tree? Drowning in the local lake? Shooting her fucking brains out? These were all daily thoughts, small but very apparent thoughts. Maybe if one of her many foster parents had just fucking killed her, actually got the job done she would be peacefully falling in the warm, dank void.

But of course, nothing went her way and honestly the worst part was she was to much of a pussy to just kill herself.

Walking put of the room Jeff was laughing before yanking on his cuffs again, "you going crazy sweetheart!" his raven black hair hung down his face and he smirked, "all you need now is my pretty smile." He said.

Bang

Bang

Bang

These bangs stopped Y/N from replying and the voice she heard next made her heart drop to her ass.

"I changed my mind whore! Open up I know you're in there!" A muffled voice cried out.

It was Patricks voice.

Anything but this. Please anything but this. Not now.