Y/N looked at Jeff; he had a disgusting smirk across his face. He knew this is when the dumb whore would finally get some karma, by his hand or another. Either way, it was going to be very satisfying. The killer started screaming for help, a saviour; going on about how the crazy bitch had been torturing him.

The woman just had enough time to put a bag over his head before the door flew off its rusty hinges, in the doorway, a very provoked Patrick stood, his chest heaving and face red. She knew what was going to happen, and Y/N wasn't going down without a fight.

"And who's this? Another desperate costumer! I'll have to cut him loose so he can get on the action as well!" Patrick bellowed.

"No! You don't understand you can't let him out, please! You can have me as much as you want just don't cut him loose! She was on her knees, begging the plump man to please rape her himself. Jeff would kill them both if he got loose.

Patrick hooked onto the scruff of her neck and threw her inside the bathroom. A loud thud was heard outside of the door, meaning Patrick had barracked Y/N inside. Now It was now only a matter of time before that monster was set loose; she screamed, begging for Patrick to stop before it was too late.

It was too late.

"And what to do with the whore inside the fucking bathroom?" Y/n heard Jeff's scruff voice outside of the door. Muffled slightly but still coherent enough for her to begin screaming.

"Should I rape you first? Or cut your fingers off one by one! Difficult decisions doll; What would make me harder, I wonder." Hearing slow thuds, outside made her heart quicken; he was teasing her.

Y/N begged him to have mercy, "Please! If you're going to rape and torture me at least make it quick! I know there's no way I'm getting out of this so please, if you have any humanity left be quick!" It stopped in its tracks, Y/n heard no more scarping. It seemed Jeff weighed out his options. Give the whore a quick and painless death than leave or take his sweet time getting revenge. Not a hard decision as he had already made up his mind when he awoke on that godforsaken bed.

An earth-shattering tumble made the ground shake before Jeff ripped the door open, staring down at the quivering woman in the tub. His smile turning even wider as he slowly crept towards her, his blackened and blooded fingers scraping the wall as grew closer with each taunting step.

"Get the fuck away from me you monster!" Y/N screamed before beginning to throw anything she had on hand. She only got one bottle in before Jeff dragged her out by her hair and tossed her on the bed. Patrick's body laid discarded on the mattress next to her; the killer had crudely snapped his neck. Bruises had formed and the bones now bubbled against his skin.

No matter how much she struggled the man still eventually got a new set of zip ties on her wrists and ankles, before gagging her screaming mouth. At this point, attempting to escape would be near impossible without help.

"You're not the smartest aren't you?"

Y/N grumbled in return. She was trapped.

The killer paced around the room, taping what Y/N assumed to be Patricks knife on his chin. Was he genuinely thinking this hard about some whore? He had killed plenty, so why now was this a difficult decision to make?

Jeff laughed at her confused face and put the knife under her chin, "I'm thinking about what would make you squeal the most. Maybe cutting chunks out of you or even just shoving this knife right up your cunt would do the trick!" Her muffled pleas and struggling made Jeff chuckle before his eyes began scanning her body.

His knife ran down her neck, past her ribs before stopping at her stomach; his rough hands began ripping her dress down the middle exposing her bra and underwear. Scars decorated most of her body, some deep and some were even designs. Jeff paid no attention to this as he began cutting off her bra then her underwear. He stared down at her as Y/N began to cry mostly out of frustration. If she had only run not stay and keep the dog like a fucking idiot she wouldn't be in this situation.

"Now what to do with you, hm? I should take my time with you. A-shame you've already been scarred up though, the one I'm going to put on you will cover them." His wicked laugh echoed throughout the room, making Y/N's teary eyes scrunch up, as she anticipated the pain to come at any second.

His knife went back up to her chest, cutting deeply into her chest as he dragged the blade through the skin. Her muffled screams even more annoying as he cut her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Every time he tore into her tears ran down Y/N's cheeks and pooled onto the bed below. He had yelled to stop struggling before Y/N had eventually passed out; leaving her now lifeless body at the mercy of this killer.

A harsh slap awoke her, and Jeff Began his second letter, then his third. Every time Y/N would pass out, he would jab the knives handle between her ribs, jolting the sleeping woman awake. This torture seemed to last what seemed like a century before he finally stopped and stepped back to appreciate the art in front of his eyes. More tears slipped down onto the bed, and Y/N knew now more then ever there was no escaping or pleading. That behaviour wouldn't work on this type of man. Saying that though, no tears stopped as the pain was far too intense.

His calloused hands dug into one of the cuts making Y/N's body shift to the side in intense pain. She could feel the grimy finger dig around and wiggle like a worm; Pain had always been apart of her life, but this might've been one of the worst things she had ever felt.

While digging the monster began to monologue, "You know whats, funny sweetheart? I've never kept a bitch alive this long. Even that night in the car when I fucked you silly, I could've killed you as soon as we parked. But I knew I would have to take my time with you." He paused for a moment and began taking off his pants, "And when you escaped, I knew it would be my duty to torture you. To slaughter you like the animal you fucking are." Climbing on top of her body he began roughly thrusting into her, more tears formed at her eyes and her body attempted to escape him. "You told me to kill you quickly, to have mercy on your weak body. But I think I'll take my sweet time with you whore." His knife began carving into her again as he thrust crudely inside of Y/N. He began shredding up her stomach, watching as the blood seeped down onto the white bed below. This sight made the man even more aroused; every time he saw that bitch taunting him while he was tied up, the only thought inside of his head was her bloody corpse. Now Jeff was finally getting what he wanted.

"I could blind you, maybe? But that would take the fun away!" At this point, Jeff was having a power rush and wasn't even sure what to do with the girl. He wanted to kill her, but at the same time, he wanted to see the bitch suffer first. Staring down at her face, Jeff laughed at the tears streaming down her cheeks, seeing people so weak and vulnerable was something that made him feel powerful. It made him feel like a fucking man.

The grimy killer's tongue licked up the tears on Y/N's face, and he gripped her jaw; forcing the poor woman to face him properly.

"Should I kill you now? Or maybe you should just become my bitch, seeing as you wanted a fast death I should make it as slow as possible!" His blue eyes trailed down her body, and he smiled, "Fuck, you're not an ugly cunt maybe I should keep you, huh? I've already marked you." Jeffs head leaned into her ear and whispered: "I've always wanted a puppy." Jeff's hot breathe mad the woman squirm even more.

Y/N attempted to speak through the cloth, but it seemed Jeff had already changed his mind. She groaned more and thrashed against her restraints desperately wanted to talk to the man. But he had already begun shoving dresses and lingerie into a bag for her, already finalising this decision. Jeff seemed excited to have a slave; his wide smile on his face was full of anticipation. If she had just kept screaming in that bathroom, he would've killed her by now, putting an end to this nightmare altogether. But of course, it was the woman's big mouth that would doom her once again.

Patrick still laid lifeless on the bed, his beady brown eyes staring right at her face. To her, the eeriest thing was the fact Patrick didn't even make a single noise before he was killed. Meaning it was swift and skilled. If only the man had taken the bag off first, she probably would've been beaten and bloody but alive.

"I want to see how long you can live. When you don't even care anymore, that's when I slit your pretty little throat." Jeff began rubbing his hands all over her body; as if the killer had never felt a woman before. Staring down at his handy work once again, he laughed before slapping her.

Pushing Patrick off, he sat and watched her chest rise and fall with every shaky breath taken. His eyes say how her neck moved with every gulp she took, watched her fingers clench and twist with frustration. He did say none of his victims had lived long before, so perhaps he was just curious, as stupid as that sounded. Interested to how a human even functioned, and as her skin stretched over her ribs with an intake of air, Jeff felt himself become even more aroused by the minute.

"I'm going to break you. I'll make you fear my touch but crave me more than food and water. I'll make you so submissive you won't even be able to live without me." His hands pulled through her hair as he spoke, "I'll fuck you whenever I want, play with you when I want and kill you when it pleases me. So do not bother begging or pleasing for mercy again because I have already made up my mind sweetheart." Jeffs's voice was gruff and low, like a growling dog. He was an animal and the fact he now claimed to have ownership over her like she was some carnival prize was disgusting.

Jeff began snooping around her room to see if there was anything else he could steal before coming across the picture of her father. His disturbed smile grew even larger as he had taken out a lighter from his pocket. Y/N's eyes widened, and she began thrashing and screaming she knew trying to stop him wouldn't work, but it was worth a try. That picture was the only thing she had of him, and now it was beginning to burn and blacken. A single tear rolled down her face, and as she stared up at the ceiling. There was no hope for her; she knew that eventually, her name would be another statistic, a scary story for crime fans to obsess over. Everyone would see another hooker dead on the news.

There was no light, only death.