Hours later, Jeff had come back covered in blood and buzzing with excitement. Oddly enough, there was no taunting or torture, even when he saw her teary eyes wide with fear. Jeff didn't even bat an eye to the victim suffering on the bed. The killing had satisfied the dark urges he had, no point toying with the whore.

The pain that had been inflicted beckoned Y/n to stay awake; her wounds were throbbing, oozing whenever Y/n so much as squirmed. Y/n felt the rope flay the skin of her wrists and ankles down to the bone; while every breath or sob taken made the simple stitches stretch and widen, leaving her in agonising pain

Sunlight streamed onto the bed, highlighting the dark bags and wisps of hair covering Y/N's sweaty face. The light burned into her retinas, tunnelling light into her vision.

Jeff snored lightly. His half-lidded eyes were unsettling to see, the milky whites of his eyes were reddened and irritated, blood from the cuts around Jeff's mouth now scabbed, giving him a grotesque, thickened smile. All night

Y/N either had the choice to stare at the dirty walls, or that monsters horrific face. Both left a bad taste in her mouth.

Jeff stirred before sitting up, not even sparing a glance at the shaking woman beside him. Sweat clung to the bedsheets, leaving a yellowish stain next to her. Disgusting. Everything about this man was awful, and as he walked around to her side of the bed, the scent of him was revolting. Tension was thick in the air as Jeff's eyes glared at Y/N's exhausted face; the once marble white lingerie, now stained with splotches of red and yellow. Her brows furrowed as his hand gripped her jaw, forcing Y/N to stare into the face of the devil himself. No words were exchanged; they merely were transfixed to each other.

Jeff finally broke the silence with his cynical laughter, "do you deserve to be untied, ?" Her name rolled from his mouth like venom, burning her ears with every syllable; Nodding, she silently pleaded with him. Hoping the pathetic look of a dying dog would be enough for an ounce of freedom.

"Wanna know how many I slaughtered last night, sweetheart?" Jeff whispered cooly. His hands travelled down her neck and grasped the woman's shoulders, making a shiver run down her spine.

Y/N gulped, before letting out a shaky answer. "How many?"

"Thirty, and you're lucky you weren't one of them, doll-face." Jeff's voice was venom at that moment, meaning he was serious about his words.

A pregnant pause swept through the air.

Y/N wasn't sure what to say. Staring him down was the only answer as opening her mouth to utter even one syllable would be too nerve-racking. Feeling his ragged breathing travel down her scarred skin was fear inducing. The deep blue eyes of this twisted monster could make anyone fall to their knees and beg for their puny lives.

Y/N turned away from these orbs for a moment, an attempt to regain her dignity, and lost composure.

"I won't be lucky for long though, won't I?" A tricky answer to a tricky question.

The man seemed satisfied with this answer; Scourging under the bed a bowie knife glinted under the blinking fluorescent light, his hand gripped the handle with such force his already pale, decrepit hand turned a violent shade of translucency. His eyes ogled at the knife, entranced by the beauty of the blade; Y/n stared back at the roof, tugging on the tight rope that trapped her.

He riped at the ropes, and pushed her inside the bathroom without uttering a single word; this time alone and now desperate for a bath. The only issue was her mauled feet felt against the mouldy tile. Every step, every limp towards the stained tub made tears fall from her battered face. How long would this continue, how long would Jeff torture and rape her? Until she ultimately gave up, a husk of herself? It had only been two days and death called to Y/N.

The hot water burned but hugged the open wounds festering her body, the fear of dying of sepsis was all too real, so hopefully, washing the injuries wouldn't become infected. There were no soap, or lotions just water. It made everything raw, sickly; this reminder Y/N of the situation she was in, how hopeless the future seemed.

Y/n shook in fear as thumps taunted her outside of the door and chills ran down her spine; the door slammed open, and Jeff came stomping inside, ripping a struggling Y/N from the tub and onto the shag carpet.

"Get dressed whore, we don't have all fucking day." Jeff tapped the knife against his chest impatiently, even though the water didn't even have time to submerge Y/N's body entirely.

"How am I supposed to get dressed when you give me nothing to wear." She spat back.

Jeff's knife now hugged her throat, slowly tearing the skin. "Don't be smart with me ; bad puppies don't get privileges." Pushing the frail woman away, Jeff rummaged through a tan duffel bag for a few seconds before throwing a turtle neck and latex skirt beside her. A smart way to hide the brutality, but also leave her appeasing to the male gaze.

Jeff also threw a heavy bag towards her, bottles of foundation and other makeup products rolled out; an airy laugh left her throat. He was taking her somewhere, somewhere in public, and obviously, Jeff wouldn't want anyone to see the state of her body.

After putting on the clothes without a fuss, she hobbled inside the bathroom, Jeff followed quickly and sat behind her as she covered each bruise and gash on her face. Y/n and Jeff did not utter a word as she disguised her appearance. Y/N wasn't sure if Jeff loomed behind her wad a form of domination or curiosity, probably the former but the look in his eye spoke as intriguing.

"Women always good at that shit, aren't they." he cackled before putting a hand on her bony shoulder. "think you're good enough to fix this face-up!"

Humour wasn't something Y/N had ever been comfortable with, especially in this situation. But forcing a chuckle out she shrugged before putting the objects down. Jeff's grip on her shoulder tightened, and his smirk disappeared.

"We're going."

They had been travelling for a while now, the snow had begun to fall, and Y/N watched it cover her passenger side window. One of Jeff's arms dangled out the window, seemingly not caring about the nipping cold attacking the air. Y/N felt her mouth dangle open and shut as she attempted to get a word out.

"Where- where are we going?" Y/n gargled out, hoping Jeff wouldn't punish her as harshly.

Jeff didn't reply for a while, a pause fell in the air, and he squeezed her scarred leg. The calloused hands on the killer felt foreign on her body, even though for the past couple of days all he had done was violate her body; his nails ripped harshly into her thigh, making Y/N jump.

Jeffs's eyes hardened on the road, and his smile widened. "Getting ya something to eat if you'll be a good pet." His hand moved to the back to her neck and squeezed the soft skin. So different to the rough, leathery skin that covered his body. "If you choose to disobey, well I think you know what'll happen doll face."

Shivers jolted down her body and sweat formed around her head. Jeff growled at her silence and suddenly stopped the car and savagely ripped her head forward, Jeff's tongue licked his lips, his other hand striker her down. He was watching as the prey gasped in pain.

Jeff pulled her battered face closer to his and sighed, "when I speak to you, you will reply." his voice drawled on, spelling out the rule nice and sweet for his whimpering victim.

Y/N glared at him before replying, "yes, Jeff."

"Good girl." His husky voice whispered.

Pushing her head back and starting the rusty car up, they slowly began to descend the dreary road. As Y/N blankly stared out of the frosted window, a single tear hugged her cheek, and soft breathing lulled the woman to much-needed sleep.