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This chapter contains vulgar language,

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You only stared at the small drips of rain clashing against the window in front of you. The moonlight reflected onto your skin, making it seem as if you were glowing. Your hand was pressed tightly against the glass, as if it was desperately searching for freedom.

You had no idea what date it was, you had lost track of time long ago. You gave a loud sigh as your finger traced one of the falling drops. Jeff wasn't here; he was probably still out doing his favorite hobby and robbing yet another family of their lives.

You honestly couldn't care anymore what he had done, not after what you had seen. You missed Lola immensely, especially since you knew you would never see her again. This also made you think: what happened to your other friends? Are they still alive?

You had no clue, and to be honest you were scared to find out. It'll probably be the bad ending anyway, and that would cause you a lot of harm and pain. You had been broken when you saw Lola's death body; your soul had shattered in thousand pieces...

But now you felt nothing but anger, nothing but determination. It was as if you somehow found the strength to move on. The strength to gather all the pieces and patiently began to sew them back together. You didn't particularly do it for yourself, because then you would've already grabbed a knife and ended your life...

It was because of Lola, because of all your other friends that you kept on moving. You knew Lola wouldn't want you to be depressed and stop breathing, no. She wasn't that kind of person. You somehow knew she would haunt you even more when you would do that.

Instead you needed to pick yourself up and search for the other girls and somehow get them out of this hellhole. If you were the only one treated 'this' way then you are the one who should try. You had to be the one who would save them. You would be their

However this meant that you needed to confront Jeff. That you needed to tell him the truth even though it'll probably end badly. You were absolutely done with this, you've had enough. You wanted... No, you needed answers and the only way to get those was to be brave.

You needed a good smack at your head for even thinking of ever angering him again considering what he had shown you before. You actually had to be incredibly stupid to even think of going up against him after what punishment he gave you.

But somehow you knew that there was no way anything he could do would be worse than what you had just seen. You knew that it was the limit, it was your limit.

Besides the fact that it might not be such a great idea to confront him, you also had no idea whether you had the guts to, whether you could talk boldly to Jeff when he would storm straight through that door. But you had to, for Lola's sake, for the sake of your other friends.

As if on cue you heard a key unlocking the door, and your whole body immediately tensed from the sudden sound. The door swung open with force, his black combat boots clashing against the ground with authority. He wasn't happy, alright.

"I told you to stay in bed." He growled under his breath, his tough frame standing in the opening of the door whilst his knife was dangling in between his fingers. You turned around a little, glaring at him with determination and hatred before answering:

"I need to talk to you." You felt your legs shaking underneath you as you desperately tried to keep them under control. Your heartbeat was felt in your throat, which was as dry as could be. You just hoped he didn't see these small signs of weakness.

You already found it unbelievable that you managed to say it without stuttering, that you managed to stand your ground without fainting but you kept on thinking about Lola, about your friends. You needed to do this for them.

Jeff's expression went from anger to confusion and then he suddenly began to laugh loudly. His laughter was so intense that he had to grab his stomach in order to ease the itchy feeling in his belly. You only stared at him, nearly offended by his laughter.

"Oh silly girl, you don't need to talk. You only need to shut up and obey me." Even though you were fairly angry at this answer, you somehow expected it. He wasn't the person to just sit down, give you a cup of tea and talk nicely about the weather with you.

"I'm serious Jeff, we to talk." You hissed through gritted teeth, watching the killer slowly coming back from his high cloud. His smirk was still plastered on his face, as if he was really thinking you made a joke. However when he saw your determined expression his eyes seemed to darken.

You kept your stance, matching his somewhat evil gaze as he only stared at you. He gave another chuckle, but this one was far more evil than the fit of laughter before. It had sent chills straight down your spine as the goosebumps raised onto your skin.

"You want to " He huffed lowly as he stepped forward, coming straight at you. The way the light of the door opening shined upon his back made him seem even scarier, his height over towering you more with each step he took.

You couldn't help but to back down a little, pressing your back against the cold glass of the window as he came closer and closer towards you. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

You need to push through; you need to know the answers!

Jeff now stood right in front of you; both of his hands had found their way onto the wall right next to your head, the one with the knife clashing roughly against it. You could see his insane smirk coming back unto his lips as he moved closer to your face. The fear immediately washed over you as your heartbeat began to race even more.

"You honestly want to with me?" You felt his hot breath brushing past your skin as one of his leathery hands played with a lock of your hair. You could feel his amusement overpowering his annoyance.

"I want answers." You had pushed these words out of your mouth breathlessly, still wanting to continue on this road you chose. You wanted him to know that he didn't scare you as much as he used to do, even though this wasn't true. You just became bolder.

"You think you deserve any answers after how disobedient you've been?" You felt him pulling roughly at the small lock of your hair, making you grunt softly out of pain. However you kept staring at him with the fire in your eyes, determined to get what you needed.

You just hated your body and mind for even fearing this man for other things than his appearance. He had you right where he wanted you, he had you scared and cowering for him. Well, not any longer. You had to be brave this time, you had to keep yourself together and fight his mind tricks.

You knew damn well that you still were extremely scared of him, you knew what he was capable of and you sure as hell knew what your fate would be if you ever decided to do something stupid again. But you couldn't stop yourself from hoping, from wanting things which seemed so unreachable now.

"I would listen to you if you would finally tell me what is going on here!" You had yanked yourself away from him, roughly going to the side to create some much needed distance between you two. That and to escape this fearful grasp he had over you.

You felt the anger again slowly rising in your body, but he only kept standing there. You knew damn well he was angry. He had so little patience and his temper was more explosive than a nuclear bomb.

"You're with me now, that's all that stupid head of yours needs to know. How hard can it possibly be to understand " He turned his body to yours with furiosity, the amusement seen before slowly being replaced with anger as his hand had clenched itself around his knife even tighter.

Your gaze flashed from the knife back to his lidless eyes, still trying to remain tough whilst he mentally shot daggers your way. He could be mad all he wanted! You had to push through! For your friends, for Lola, for your parents and above all for yourself.

"What more do you want from me? You took my friends, my virginity and my life!" You nearly screamed at him, shaking out of anger. The familiar feeling of that time you lashed out at him before he took you to Lola filled your veins. This rush felt good.

He visibly rolled his eyes, scowling under his breath at you. His gaze remained onto yours, matching your defiance and overpowering you with his authority.

"Oh, boo-hoo. You're going to cry again just like you did when you saw your friend? What are you, ten?" You hated the fact that he was openly mocking you, as if crying over a brutally murdered friend was something only a child would do.

You hated the fact that he was still as stubborn as hell, that he was so bend in the mind that he couldn't even see what pain you were going through. You never expected him to though; someone who looks like that has no sense of remorse.

You also hated the fact that you still didn't even got one step closer to your goal, to getting at least some answers out of him. He was pushing all of your buttons but if you would let him know that it bothered you, he would only make use of this.

You took one deep breath as you kept your steady stance, still glaring at him with tears forming in the corner of your eyes. These were tears out of anger though, out of some form of defeat. You knew by now that yelling won't do any more good.

"Jeff..." You hissed in between clenched teeth, clenching your fist tightly as he seemed slightly confused by your outcry with a different tone in it. It was true, your voice wasn't filled with venom or anger anymore... It was filled with desperation.

"I just want to know... " You were solemnly against begging a killer, you hated when people in movies, in stories or even in real life begged for things... But you were so desperate to have what you wanted. The aura in the room immediately chanced from tensioned to a little softer and the silence took over.

You saw Jeff just standing there, his eyes focused on a blank spot on the wall as if he was considering something. Before you could even read his eyes, movements or emotions he spoke:

"Fine, you want answers? You want to play that game?" He walked over to a lonely, dusty, Victorian chair sitting in the corner of the room. He then plopped himself down onto it, playing with the knife in between his fingers as his lidless orbs stared into your (E/C) eyes.

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He wants to talk to you?! What is this nonsense?

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