{3rd Person POV}

The (h/c) haired girl's scream was silenced by a very pale hand covering her mouth. She once again closed her eyes to try and get that horrifing image out of her head. Her petite form was so small, so powerless against his lean and muscular figure. His smell made her little (s/c) skinned nose skrunch up in disgusted, he reeked of blood and cheep cologne. He was intimidating and she could tell he loved to have power over her. Even the thought of his raven black hair and ghost white skin made her close her eyes even tighter, and the exaggerated smile and lack of eye lids only made the urge to get away even stronger. He pressed his knife harder up against the fragile layer of skin that separated the cold piece of metal from her trachea, which if he added even the slightest bit of pressure her would surely end her life. She knew she could get out of this, but only if she played her cards right.

"Shhhhhh..."

His voice kept cracking like he was trying to to keep himself from laughing. At this point her head was to the side and he was whispering into her ear. He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her ear.

"If you keep that up than Jack might hear you. We wouldn't want that now would we?"

She only whimpered in response, afraid that if she moved she would permanently damage some of her necks sensitive tissue. He chuckled down at her shaking form. He loved how scared she was, how quickly he became superior, not that he wasn't always in power with his victims. He knew Jack was gonna be furious, but the killer decided that he would get over it. But, Jeff still didn't understand what was so special about this girl?

As the killer was lost in thought, the young girl hesitantly opened her eyes. She noticed that he had zoned out, and (Y/n) knew that this could be her only chance. With one swift move the (h/c) haired girl used all of her strength that she could conjure up and punched the blood thirsty man in the gut. Jeff hunched over in pain and (y/n) made a brake for the door.