By the time they had arrived at a suitable motel, it was nightfall. The hotel was named 'Sunrise Motel' and was an awful shade of baby pink. A worn pool was located towards the right end while plastic chairs and wooden tables were scattered along the grounds.

Jeff was taking his sweet time digging around in the trunk. He could search in the boot forever for all she cared Y/N just wished to stay far away from the beast. Being stuck in a car with this monster was less than pleasant. Every-time the woman would make a slight noise; Jeff would bash her skull into the window, no matter if it was merely a cough or sigh he would inflict pain onto her. Being controlled, brung unwanted memories back into her mind.

Jeff lugged a large bag around to the side door and huffed. "This is how it's going to go, you'll keep your head down and if I even see you sneak a glance at someone, I'll fucking gut you." His calloused rested on her neck, "and that would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

Death seemed better than being stuck with a killer. But alas, Y/N nodded and walked beside him. Their faces were solemn as they approached the motel; a tight grip was kept on Y/N's arm, ensuring she wouldn't escape. As they came closer, people could be seen hanging over their balconies, smoking or staring at the ground below. Motels had always been eerie. Maybe it was the stained peeling paint or ominous visitors? Y/N never knew why decrepit hotels sent a chill down her spine. Although it could be argued that the establishment Sam ran was run down, it had a certain charm to it. A certain coziness that made anyone feel safe; it was a shame she would never go back. Rent was high, and living conditions were low, but her home was that hotel either way.

Inside the Sunrise Motel was a single front desk occupied by a sleeping woman, on the right was a hall that leaded to the option of stairs or an elevator while the left had a small waiting area that was covered in a thick layer of grimy dust. How charming; Jeff held onto her arm tighter and stomped to the front desk; Slamming his hand on the table. Jolting awake the woman put tiny glasses on, squinting for a minute before grabbing a stack of paper.

She looked up and sighed, "One room for tonight is twenty bucks. Cash or credit." Y/N's eyes trailed down until she saw a very obnoxious name tag clipped onto her blouse.

'Becky

Jeff grabbed out his wallet and, begrudgingly took at a twenty. Becky handed Y/N a brass key. Honestly, it was surprising that Becky didn't require any identification or at least a clear view of the killers face. Showed how lenient these road-side motels were.

The numbers read '38' and a red tag dangled from the loop. Running her fingers over the metal indents rhythmically Y/N was desperate to distract herself. Going inside room No. 38 was going to be a death sentence. But as they walked inside the elevator and down the hall, Y/N was silent. An iron grip was kept on her arm even as the pair stumbled inside—stained yellow walls with brown wood accents, a queen-sized black bed and a tiny TV. Sketchy rooms like these always had a certain charm about them, even with a fear of a break-in or diseases. The decrepit walls and stained sheets were a strange comfort.

Y/N sat on the bed and started to shake, "what do you plan to do with me?" Jeff grumbled before taking out his signature hunting knife.

"Take another hit maybe?" He laughed and crept closer. "Maybe ill tie you up again like the pathetic animal you are! It depends, so I suggest you be a good puppy and stay quiet." Jeff growled, the man seemed so threatened by every word or noise that came out of Y/N's lips. As if every time a question or breath was taken, a knife jabbed into his black heart.

Y/n laid back and watched how bugs moved across the ceiling and towards the dingy light bulb. Falling right into the hands of death, they scattered towards the light blissful and innocent until the buzz killed them; on the outside it seemed Y/N was doing the same, keeping calm and submissive while she was internally having a panic attack and planning an escape.

With his hoodie now off, Jeff sat down on the bed. Feeling a stranger's eyes on you was unsettling, feeling the glaring gaze of a killer boring into your soul was something else entirely. Keeping a straight face during this was beginning to become a significant struggle, and feeling a hand grab her ankle made the woman jump.

Jeff recoiled at Y/N. "You fucking stink, have a shower." He gagged while speaking, acted so disgusted like the human in front of him was a leper.

Glaring at him Y/N walked into the bathroom, just when the door closed Jeff barged inside. A wooden stool that was in his hand now neatly in-front of the bath. Y/N stood still, heat rising to her cheeks and fire to her ears.

"Can you get out, if you're so disgusted by me?" Y/N snarled.

Jeff stood up and sucker-punched Y/N before ripping her throbbing head back. "If I fucking tell you to do something you do it, now be a good whore and strip," Jeff yelled.

Y/N clutched the burning muscle and leaned against the wall. No way she would strip and give this monster a hard one. Not after the abuse, she had faced the night before, although being a prostitute meant shamelessness Y/N wasn't that fearless. Some girls didn't care much about being naked in front of anyone, not even their own family. But due to the scars that tarnished the skin on her body, Y/N didn't like to be seen fully naked. It was stupid of her as prostitution and stripping means being half-naked or naked all shift, but fear was all that could be felt; she needed to submit, to earn his trust.

Jeff was beginning to lose his patients, the knife in his hand now becoming dangerously close to Y/N.

The dress began to become loose as Y/N pulled it off.

His eyes watched her every move; Y/N could see the man get visibly excited as it fell closer to the ground. Y/N let out a sharp gasp as she saw the new deep scars that the monster had inflicted onto her. Deep gashes and the initials of JTK now covered every inch of skin. Luckily the ones that were on the lower part of Y/N's abdomen seemed not to be deep enough to form lasting scars; JTK was so cavernous that Jeff had so kindly stitched it up, the zigzag stitches crisscrossing into the scarred skin. Y/N felt hideous. Hopeless, that he had claimed her.

"Didn't I do such a good job, I could've just let you bleed out, but I was kind enough to help a wounded animal like you," Jeffs spoke.

Quickly stepping into the bath, a squeak admitted from the rusty tap, water sloshed into the tub, and Y/N let out a pained moan. Hot water seared into the cuts. The pain felt the same as molten lava poured into every pore and hole you have. Jeff's eyes were still on Y/N; he watched the hooker with such interest. Although the boiling water stung the cold air that nipped at her back made her slide deeper into the bath, letting out a small groan as the pain slowly subsided.

Without notice, Jeff's hand tugged onto her wispy hair, making Y/N jump and try to move away. "Don't touch me." She knew this was a risk, but she had never felt so uncomfortable.

Jeff growled, "I'll beat the living shit out of you if you don't shut the fuck up." His knife dug into her back, and Y/N let out a scream before his rough hand covered her mouth. The blade dug further into the flesh, scraping against muscle and veins seeing her squirm turned him on; Tasting the dripping blood he shivered, who knew a woman tasted so sweet?

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Y/n now wore white lingerie. The skimpy lace-covered at least most parts, so Y/N wasn't as on edge, Jeff's eyes always seemed to follow her, stalk her with such intent. Like a predator stalking its prey.

"You've never kept a woman alive this long?" Her voice was small and weak. It was hard to believe that all the years he had been active; he had never kidnapped a woman before.

Jeff's head snapped towards her, and his face was sombre. "Never sweetheart, so you should be on your knees, thanking me." Before Y/N could process a word, he had forced himself on top of her. The cursed blue eyes were studying every nock and cranny. Y/n struggled as Jeff tied her arms and kegs to the railings, she begged him not to hurt or maim her body again, but he only stared before his hand began to caress Y/N's flesh.

Jeff laughed, "Honestly we're gonna have a real fun time. If you can submit, you'll love it." Squeezing her neck Y/N gasped for air, her face scrunched up as she struggled against the restraints. Jeff let her neck go and watched as she gasped for air, watching her breasts move with each deep breath taken. It seemed like he was experimenting on Y/N as though he had never seen a female alive before.

Jeff dipped down to her neck and felt Y/N's breath hitch in terror. So silky smooth, like velvet, glistening under the fluorescent light. He wanted to cut the smooth skin up until all that could be felt were scabs. To watch the whore cry out in pain and plead with him to stop, to watch the sickly sweet blood seep into his eager mouth. Biting down on the flesh, Y/N screamed against the cloth. Nibbling at the skin he wanted revenge. He craved to put the dumb slut through what he had felt being captive to the woman. As his tongue licked and sucked on the dripping blood a grin painted his gruesome face; whenever the killer began to torture his victims, Jeff always liked to taste their blood, to see how sweet and untainted their body was. It drove him wild.

Taking out the hunting knife again, Jeff slowly made his way to her feet. He was scratching the delicate flesh, to ensure that his pet couldn't run away. Couldn't defy his right of passage by escaping. Watching Y/N walk after he finished was going to be a sight for sore eyes. To see the woman limp and moan in anguish, was going to be perfect.

Tears clouded her vision, making the panic she was experiencing double. Jeff stopped and laid down next to Y/N. She tugged on the restraints while letting out a pained scream. Never in the twenty-five years of life would Y/N expect to be in such a predicament. Of course, with being a prostitute sex trafficking or kidnapping was expected, cautiousness was necessary. But when the kidnapper or trafficker strike, pure horror would paralyse you. Y/N thought of her dear father, her breathing became calm, and tears no longer fell from her lids. The restraints no laid unmoving as the woman stared at the ceiling. Memories of him twirling the girl around and chasing after Y/N was comforting in a time like this.

Jeff put another set of restraints on her upper thighs and arms. He licked up some blood before walking our of the hotel. Ticking from the clock and faint yelling filled the infernal silence now faced. Although the void would be more enjoyable than her captor, and as blood oozed from her neck, feet, and back the only thing corrupting Y/N's mind was: