Running around the yard, Y/N giggled to herself. Her father was trying to catch her but desperately failing. His laughter and outstretched arms were flailing in the air. Y/N's little feet pittered and pattered against the lush grass as she ran free with not a single care in the world.

Not a single care in the world...

Jolting awake suddenly, sleep had blurred her vision. Y/N groaned and turned her head to look where she had awoken. The seats were an ugly brown colour, and his hands gripped the steering wheel. Y/n Struggled against the restraints as everything slowly came back, of what he had done to her. How Y/N got into the car or when she even fell asleep was unknown to her. The scenery outside showed abandoned buildings and trees; they must've travelled from out of the city. At least far enough to have healthy trees, but the view wasn't a concern right now. The real problem was the man driving in front of her.

"I know you're awake." His voice cut through the silence. "Do you want to talk doll?" Silence once again as there was no way for Y/N to reply to his question.

The car came to a halting stop, and he turned around. Jeff's face was, even more, terrifying up close, his scar dripped with pus while his eyes were dark and rimmed. Everything about this situation was almost unbelievable, almost; the gag fell to her neck, and Y/N glared at the killer.

"You could've just killed me, why are you doing this you fucking freak!" Y/N snarled.

Jeffs hand snatched her jaw and begun to squeeze, his fingertips burning into her face as he looked down on her. "Do I have to cut you up again bitch, don't ask questions you already know the answer too." Those taunting words sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "So I suggest you shut the fuck up or I'll make your life even worse." He pushed her face away and began driving again.

"Where are we going? You owe me that much."

He laughed, "I don't owe you shit, whore." Y/N flinched and stared out the window.

"Please." Her voice was barely above a whisper; anything higher would make her burst into tears.

"I like hearing you say please, repeat it." Jeffs's hands tightened on the wheel as he waited for the word to fill the silence again.

Y/N turned to him and let out a shaky sigh, "Please Jeff. Please tell me where we're going." Hearing the girl beg like that, made him feel great. To have that control over someone was one of the best feelings a man could experience. He thought for a moment before pulling over again. This time Jeff got out and pulled the woman from the car; before shoving her into the front seat; He stared at Y/N for a moment before speaking.

"We're going to go to another town so I can get some fresh kills." He paused for a moment, "also to lay low. No point running back to that city, people will suspect you've killed that pimp! And do you want his little lackeys after you doll."

And just with that, he drove off again, this time Y/N didn't speak again. Watching the trees blur and pass through her teary eyes was calming; it made every other thought disappear as they hypnotised her; a dress now adorned her once naked body. It was a mini black strapless, one she had worn many times before this one. It used to be a favourite, until today. The thought of that mans vile hands touching her and dressing Y/N made her stomach do flips. Who knows what else he had inflicted onto the woman while she slept.

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They soon arrived at a gas station. The lettering was buzzing and glitching while weeds and grass grew out of cracked concrete. Paint splatters and torn posters adorned the front of the building as well. Jeff grabbed her wrists and pulled Y/N towards him.

"You'll stay in here, and If I hear even a fucking whimper from you I will tear your limbs off." His threat made the woman gulp, and without saying a word, she nodded her head.

"Good girl."

Good fucking girl, men hard always treated her like a child throughout her life, but this might've been the most infuriating moment. Even something so small had been so effective to piss her off more than anything. Watching his now covered face pump gas made her grimace, what a coward. Couldn't even show his fucked up face in public because of fear. All over the news, they talked about how the suspect had a disfigured appearance, but this was a whole new level of fucked up. Y/N couldn't even stare at him for long, or she would feel sick. Just how many victims had this man even killed or tortured? His count would most likely be in the hundreds, maybe even the thousands. That terrified her, the fact Jeff said he had never kept a girl alive for this long. So why had he decided to spare her, some random prostitute made her weary. There had to be more reason to kidnap her than just for sexual satisfaction or revenge, taking someone along would be a liability, so why didn't Jeff kill Y/N when she was at his mercy?

Jeff held out a bag of jerky in his hand that Y/N tried to take, but he pulled it away, this made Y/N huff and turn away before a hand pulled her back.

He grabbed her wrist and whispered into her ear, "You're gonna have to earn this doll." Earn food how fucking ridiculous. Food shouldn't have to be earned like its money.

Y/n glared at him before replying. "What do you want then." She didn't want to give this pig one thing, but her playing submissive could help her escape in the future. That's all that mattered now; dignity meant nothing anymore.

"How about a kiss? Something nice and easy until we get to a motel."

She was disgusted by his vile behaviour but also willing as she needed to escape, Y/N required to get him to trust her. Cupping his face Y/N kissed his lips; Jeff pushed the back of her head towards him and shoved his tongue inside of her mouth. Thrashing slightly the woman didn't want to kiss him like this, or at all really but what choice did she have. One wrong move or sentence and he would kill her; she snatched the jerky from his hands and looked away.

Jeff punched her in the stomach before bashing her head against the window. Being pushed around by prostitute wasn't going to slid with Jeff.

"You try something like that again, and I'll leave more than just a dent. I need to train my puppy better, wait until we get to the motel! The things I'm going to do to you sweetheart." Snatching the snack off her hands, he threw it out of the window before starting the car up again.

Y/n turned out the window and felt tears blur her vision. How would she escape? Maybe when they got to the motel, she could slip out when he slept? What happens if he pretends to sleep and waits for her to do something? With those terrifying eyes and half-burned lids, it would be hard to know if he was asleep. Gaining his trust seemed like the only plausible option, and as much as the killer disgusted Y/N, she needed to remain calm. Foster care had taught her how to play the submissive puppy. She would have to use that technique again.

Jeff was focused on the road ahead of him and only slightly picked up on the sound of crying. Crying, a weak thing to do. All of the victims he slaughtered always wept before they died. That was something that made him want to kill, even more, to show them that the real world doesn't care if you sob like a child. Jeff can't even remember last time he had shed a tear, ever since the mutilation occurred tears were no longer apart of his life. Honestly, Jeff hadn't kidnapped this whore for no reason; he needed someone to patch him up whenever he was injured as it wasn't easy by himself. The number of times he had nearly bleed out was more than ten. But Jeff mostly stole her to see how it feels to break someone's spirit completely. How Ben does with his playthings, it always interested him, so why not give it a try. Humans had always been vexing though, so if the girl got to ballsy or boring, he would skin her alive.

Y/n was crying over the jerky; it was unfair and immoral what he had done. Although the killer had (obviously) done worst things the jerky incident showed Jeff's character; and the fact she was going to be shackled to him, to him made tears feel even more deserved. That sick fuck was probably getting off on Y/N suffering; his eyes staring at her naked body last night was a terrifying experience. The rape and cutting were already creeping its way back into her mind. Throughout her long life, the woman had always experienced trauma sub-consciously, which is both unlucky and lucky. She had been used and abused throughout her whole life, so knowing how to handle trauma was a talent—a vile, twisted talent, but still none the less a skill.

"Stop with that fucking crying! You sound pathetic." Jeff growled, his voice boomed through the enclosed space making Y/N jump.

Y/N wiped her tears and snapped her head to face him. "You would be crying if you had been assaulted and kidnapped by the Glasgow fucking Killer." Although she felt fear, showing a man like this that Y/N wasn't easily intimidated was crucial.

Jeff snorted and gripped her thigh, "Your funny sweetheart, real funny." His hand went slightly higher, and Y/N could feel panic wash over her. "But I would never be so fucking dumb to be in a situation like this."

Y/N held her tongue even though she wanted to say how the woman had him tied up for days on end, but not wanting any more injuries made her look out the window; Any attempts to push his hand away only made his jagged fingernails dig into her flesh. Once again, she wanted to scream at him and tell him how much of a fucking pig he is, kill him, spit on him anything to stop the anger from building up any further. Being back in the abusive situation reminded her of foster care. Anything that reminded Y/N of foster care was something that should be avoided. But avoiding this would be impossible, at least for the time being.

"You know whats fuckin' funny." he cackled before continuing, "you could've just called the pigs and told them you had the Glasgow Killer in your bedroom!" Slapping his leg, he stifled another laugh. "But you were retarded enough to keep me there, not even knowing what to do to me!"

Y/n replied curtly. "The police would've known I was a hooker. I think everyone in that fuckin' city knows what they do to prostitutes. The pigs would've arrested me either way." Y/n wanted to continue but was scared, should she speak her mind?

"You dumb-

Y/N quickly cut him off, deciding to speak her mind. "I could've tortured you, mutilated you, or even told the pimps that I captured you; I offered food and water, but you refused. So be happy I am not a cruel person. Or you would've suffered for the people you have taken!" The car was silent, which was a surprise. Y/n expected a beat down or even a stab to the gut for speaking like that. Even that sadistic killer couldn't fight those facts. And just for a moment, the broken woman felt a sense of satisfaction, and a small smile made its way to her bruised lips.