unedited; sorry for the wait

The stinging pain of a slap revived Y/N from her slumber. Slowly, like that of an old camcorder, her eyes focused on Jeff staring at her.

"you want something to eat, puppy," a rough laugh left his pale, chapped lips.

She nodded frantically at the mere mention of food. At this point, she could be gnawing on an oozing corpse, and it wouldn't faze Y/N. The hunger was consuming and dominating; Swinging the car door, open Jeff stepped out and made his way around to the passenger side. Icy cold winds nipped at her skin as the captor tugged her like a misbehaved child; the snow sprinkled down from the sky, fogging the view ahead of them.

Further was a seedy bar, emitting a soft glow from its church-pained windows. Smoke trickled out of a small chimney, and the entrance, covered in decayed plants.

Jeff took a draw from his cigarette before whipping around to face her, "now you listen here, you do anything fuckin' funny, and I'll kill ya!" Another hit from his tab. "I'll know if there's anything funny, sweetheart, so don't test me."

A simple but effective warning.

"Ok." She sighed before looking back into the hellfire inside his eyes.

Seeming satisfied, Jeff made his way inside the small bar. A bartender stood behind mahogany wood, robotically cleaning an already sparkling glass. The other soul was an older man, with his hands wrinkled like that of a prune. He sat at the bar, not saying a word to anyone, only fixated on his sparkling whiskey.

Jeff pulled Y/N to the furthest, darkest spot in the establishment, fixed his hood further down his face and pushed a menu towards her. Gently picking up the paper, she read the words: hot chips, fish and chips, steak, chicken and potatoes, salad and peanuts. She was tempted to get the salad but would leafy greens fill-up the starving dog inside of her?

"Can I get fish and chips, please?" A whisper left her lips, Y/N not having the courage to speak like a woman but that of a child.

Jeff put out his fag before inching closer towards his captive until their noses touched, "yes, you can, but." He stopped and grinned at her, "you know that Jeff here is going to need something back. Nothing in this world is free." He cackled, "not like you have a choice anyway."

Yelling out to the bartender about the orders, he snaked an arm around her shoulder before lighting another cancer stick.

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A pair of young men walked inside the bar, snow clinging to there jackets and ears burning red, shivering and laughing as they sat down. One was fat. One was skinny, and Y/N saw their laughter quiet and lustful gazes peer at her upper body.

Before Y/N could turn away, the bartender placed food on the table, and all she could see was water and sustenance. Chomping down, her hands were ravaging the food. A moan escaped her lips as her stomach filled and bloated with grease. Jeff grabbed her thigh and watched the men staring at this victim; Now, a look of discomfort, not lust, as they noticed the bruises that spilled down her legs.

It felt as though time itself had stopped altogether; a single pin could drop and make the loudest noise inside this shabby cabin as the tension-filled the air like poisonous gas. Y/N peeled her drowsy eyes off the plate and scanned the room, seeing the men whispering to themselves. Wearing a skirt in the winter wasn't a smart choice, and paired with abuse, it didn't leave much hidden.

Jeff's lust put the spotlight on him.

Who knew if either of the pair would even have the courage to call Jeff out on his suspected mistreatment, but seeing how his eyes glared at the men and pulled the woman closer to his side showed he would put up a fight. As time went on, she could make out a few words in their conversation. Such as:

We need..."

"But, He Is..."

k at..."

"Fuck man, I don't..."

Y/n stared, desperately stared at the men. The look of an injured puppy or heartbroken mother, the twinkle of her eyes made them mumble more frantically.

"If I even see you make one fuckin' move, I'll kill everyone in here, including you." Jeff hissed in her ear. Jeff pondered for a moment before frantically throwing cash down on the table and storming out of the bar. Throwing her in the car, Jeff slapped her.

"You fucking bitch, I saw what you were doing in there. I fuckin' feed you, and you try to play victim to those bums!" His guttural roar rang through the car, making her jump before shakily replying.

"What are you talking about, Jeff! I didn't do fucking anything?!" Playing dumb would get her killed as a psychopath could always see a lie, but it was worth a shot. "Do you think I'm that fucking dumb to try and escape or play the 'victim' when you're towering next to me!"

Before Jeffs anger could flare up once again, a man sprinted to the car and banged on the windows. It was one of the men. Jeffs's hand grasped the handle of his hunting knife and he swung the door open and locked the car before Y/N could make a dash for it; honestly, in this climate and vicinity of the predator, there would be a slim chance of freedom no matter. Like two wolves sparring for a female, the men began to relentlessly and gutturally attack one another. Jeffs stature was larger, faster than the scared boy below him. If only his friend had come maybe he could've defeated the beast.

The hunting knife in Jeffs's hand grazed the boy's arm making him howl, the skinny man was begging to tire and the fierce cold air was only making it worst. Their feet danced in a chaotic but also mesmerising state, like enemies forced to tango. Y/N pounded on the window and shrieked for help, mercy, for the man to kill Jeff and free her. She would rather Jeff torture her if he won then not egg on the man trying to save a random girl.

Silence.

Jeff dug his blade further through the saint's now crimson neck. The victim's eyes locked onto her own, a brow furrowed and tears welled up in the mans piercing gaze; she broke down into a defeated sob, wailing for the lost potential of what could have been the end of it all, the finish to the living nightmare each day had been.

Jeff turned his primitive attention onto the now curled up Y/N. Like an animal she tried to dig her back deeper into the leather seats, desperate to escape from his upcoming wrath; swinging the door open Jeff floored it, driving recklessly down the icy road, dodging trucks and cars. He paid no mind to the shaking woman next to him, his eyes were on the road wide and bloodshot.

100 kilometres an hour was how fast Jeff was going.

"Jeff please, we're going to get hurt." Her desperate cries were left unanswered; the click of a flimsy seat belt rung through the silence.

Trees turned into blobs of paint and colour and it felt like they were about to fly into the sky, both literally and figuratively. Y/N had to do something, had to stop the car somehow.

"Jeff please i'll, i'll do anything!" her voice was meek but demanding.

The man seemed to be in his own world, dissociated, void of any life. The only way this car was going to stop was either going to be by Jeff's hand of her own. If Jeff survived what she was about to do Y/N knew that was the end, or if she turned into a paralysed vegetable that was it. But with all the risks this was the only way.

Eyeing the steering wheel one hand prepared to snatch it while the other griped around the seat belt; before Jeff knew it a slender hand violently tugged the wheel to the left. The car rolled off the road and down into a ditch, flipping and turning into finally, darkness.