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This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, Be prepared!

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'thump' 'thump' 'thump' 'thump' 'thump'

A sound was heard. A soft, familiar and above all relieving sound. But what was it? It was the only sound you could hear, the only sound which echoed from your eardrums to your mind. The steady rhythm kept you relaxed, kept you in trance.

You then realized that something was going on, that something was not right. Your whole body felt weightless, almost as light as a feather. Your mind was hazy and full of black spots, yet you still could think. Opening your eyes you were shocked to see nothing.

Absolutely nothing but whiteness.

The steady rhythm of the sound continued, sneering through your head and the white space you were in. You now realized how you could feel this weightless, how it was possible that a body could feel this good. You weren't lying on the ground, you were floating.

At least that is what it felt like.

There was no floor beneath you, no ceiling or any walls near. Just you and the white space you were in. You could hear your own breathing clearly and as you looked at yourself you found out that you were unharmed. No scratch, wound or anything which looks like trouble.

Just you...

Where the hell are you?

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(??? Point of view)

I threw the body onto the ground carelessly, the harsh smack bouncing off of the cold concrete floor and wringing its way into my ears. She was still breathing, that was more than enough for me. My lidless orbs traveled towards the girl, looking her up and down before my intestines filled themselves with disgust.

How the fuck could she be that careless? How many times have I told her that escaping would be futile? A thousand times, yet she fails to listen. Sometimes I'm wondering if she even has a brain, because no action recently has proven she has one.

Why did I save her anyway? It would be better if she would just die, getting rid of the problem right away. But I couldn't help myself. It was pure luck for me to be there when those wild wolves attacked her. Pure luck and a little help of Smile, whose pack was the one in charge of the assault.

I should've just let them rip her apart; hear her cry and scream of pain whilst she would finally stop breathing. She wouldn't learn, she never learns. She gave me nothing but extreme trouble, a smack against my own pride as well. And for what in return? I enjoyed seeing her suffer; I crave for her pain and sadness.

But that's nothing I can't do with another pet.

Then why her? Why the fuck is she so special? Why in the world did I go through all that trouble just to keep her? Just to keep a worthless, human piece of trash with no sentimental value whatsoever? If I knew I wouldn't be wasting my time asking myself.

It's her. She has something which angers me... Which disgusts me... No... She isn't that special. She isn't special at all. I'm the one who's going nuts... I've become too accustomed of having her around, addicted to her suffering. It's like drugs but ten times worse.

My eyes focused on the shivering, pathetic excuse for a human body lying on the ground. She was shaking, shifting. Her body had taken hit by hit yet it still didn't want to give up. Any idea how hard it was for me to fix her up? To take her to that fuckface with the scalpel?

Hard, extremely.

I brought her here in the first place to get her out of my sight. I don't want her near me. God I hate her. I hate her so fucking much that it almost hurts. Her whole aura just disturbs me, her breathing, her talking... Just her fucking life all around me pisses me off.

Then why? Why can't I just slit her throat? Why can't I just look her in the eye while her life is slipping away? Why do I even bother with her? I don't fucking know. I hate it, I hate it all.

I moved over towards her sleeping body. She was covered in bandages. Some teared up flesh, a major concussion, sprained ankle, bruises and a strange shattered hand were the damages done to her body.

My smile widened as I recalled that most bruises and scars were made by yours truly, others by the wolves. A few others probably because she was running away, doing something stupid. But the thing which bothered me was the broken hand. I didn't do that and no wolf could shatter it without any bite marks.

Nothing could shatter a hand like that perfectly without any trace of skin wounds or blood.

I knew someone did this to her, I knew someone had touched her. My blood began to boil at this thought, gritting my teeth while still watching the unconscious girl. No one was allowed to touch her, to abuse her. That was my job, my privilege.

I chose her for that matter. Who even dared to touch this bitch? She was my property, my pet alone. I don't take kindly to someone touching what is mine and especially not in a way like this. I was the only person allowed to see her suffer, to see her

How could she have left my room anyway? I always make sure it's locked so that she won't scurry off like a cockroach. Only one other person had a key to the room but he isn't allowed to use it without fuckface's permission. And the wimp certainly won't use it without his permission.

I heard the girl groaning, my eyes immediately shooting towards her pitiful form. Looks like I need to visit a certain someone... Or should I say a certain duo? I'll keep her in here. We'll see if she's still alive once I come back. If she is... Well, unlucky for her.

If she isn't...

...

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"Hello?" Your voice sounded weak, but the sound still harshly echoed through the white space. You could move but it was like you were in space. You didn't get anywhere, you couldn't move forward. Looking around proved to do nothing, you saw absolutely nothing.

"Anyone here?" You decided to speak. It was the only thing you could do. You knew that no one would be here... You were actually sure that you were completely alone but... You felt so useless just floating around. Why were you here anyway?

This doesn't look normal to you... Wait a second... the wolves, the blood, the shattered hand... Your friends... Could it be... No... That's impossible. It shouldn't look like this... Then why didn't you feel pain? Why couldn't you walk or stand?

Could you really be dead?

You looked around with slight panic. No! That's impossible! You merely blacked out! Unless Jeff... He wouldn't have slit your throat would he? Would he?! Your hand moved towards your head, gripping it tightly until you pulled away immediately.

You realized what hand it was and with wide eyes you looked at it. Your hand was completely healed, no broken bones, no sad little sack of bones... Just like it should be. To be sure you looked at your other hand, but it was the same as before.

Now you were really wondering where the hell you could be.

"Where the hell am I?!"

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"Ah, Jeffrey... Long time no seen... Not. How's the pet?" I didn't waste any time as I quickly stormed at the masked idiot, grabbing his yellow jacket and forcing him against the wall. I want to see him hurt; I want to see him beg for forgiveness.

I hate him so fucking much.

"WHAT did you do to her?!" Masky didn't even give a sound, which angered me even more. The fucker thought he was a real genius. As if he was a real tough boy. Well he's wrong. He's simply the pet of fuckface, nothing more than a toy.

"I have noooo idea what you're talking about, Jeffy-Boo." I couldn't contain my anger, the grip on his shirt tightened and my other hand went for the knife in my hoody. I don't care what the orders and rules are; I don't care if I could lose my privilege of being alive.

I just want this piece of shit dead!

"You should really rethink what you're doing, Jeff." Another voice spoke. One all too familiar. My head snapped towards the hooded man standing a few feet away from us, my grip still tightly holding the masked idiot. Of course they were together.

"Does it look like I fucking care?" I wrapped my fingers around my only friend, my weapon and my life. I swiftly pulled it out, pressing it against the neck of this fucker and eagerly waiting for him to squirm. I wanted to see his pain when I'm doing it.

"You should. If master finds out about this you won't live another minute. You're really planning on giving away an opportunity given only once in a few decades, just because of merely a human?" I couldn't suppress a giggle coming from my throat... They think that's the case?

"You're really stupid. You think I care about her? Don't make me laugh. This fucker has been getting on my nerves as soon as I arrived here. I always hated him and now I get the chance to end him, how lovely! Besides when I die I'll drag the bitch along with me, she won't survive a minute without me."

Only the thought of her crying and screaming for my help made my body fill itself with joy. She can't live without me, not here. She'll either die of starvation, of dehydration or because of someone else. But without me she won't survive.

"Is that so? Because for as far as I know there are others waiting in line to get a piece of that raving beauty. When you're out of the way they'll claim her instantly. As soon as you'll dig that knife into his flesh, HE will know about it and he'll kill you."

The grip on the masked man instantly weakened as I kept my gaze focused on the hooded guy. What the fuck was he saying?! They won't take her. They can't take her! I'll drag her to hell in order to keep her out of their nasty grip.

I felt two hands wrap themselves around mine and before I knew it Masky had pushed me away from him, dusting himself off a little as if it was no big deal. The fucker knew. He knew Hoodie was there to lick his balls and save his ass.

"Not so though now, eh?" I felt the rage returning itself to my body, but I needed to contain it. I'm NOT stupid, I'm not crazy. I hate the fucker so much but I need patience... Patience, fucking patience. He'll get what it coming to him; I'll make sure of that. But first I need to take care of my little pet. I need to keep her away.

I turned my back on both of the idiots. They'll soon learn what real fear is, what real torture is. I'll make them cry of pain even more than (Y/N) did. They'll pay, both of them. I'll find a way to avoid fuckface and his rules. I am a killer, I am insane.

I am Jeff the killer.

"Going so soon? What a pity. "I only walked away, ignoring his laughing, his mocking. I balded my fist as I gazed straight ahead.

"Remember this you filthy piece of scum. Once I get my hands on you, I will cut you open, make a breeding ball out of your intestines and pull your heart out through your mouth, understood?!" I growled. This was no time for games, no time to be picky.

"Oh sure, whatever Jeff-Boo." I didn't even hear him. All I could hear were my own thoughts... Where he screams, where he begs... Where I'll make (Y/N) watch as I chop off his skin part for part. What a lovely dream place.

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Here you go, the new chapter!

Jeff's POV was something which my readers suggested a long time ago. I knew I wanted to do it, for a long time. I also knew where in the story it would be and so finally, we're here! It is kind of hard to do, though.

His point of view might be cruel right now, and it will stay, but if you look a little deeper into that you'll see that it actually has a meaning. He's an insane killer without much emotions, he doesn't know how to describe certain feelings and translates them differently than normal humans do.

Anyways, I'm again quite busy, so the next update will come in between the 7 days and 14 days. I know it's a long time but I'm still updating, aren't I? If you still have to complain then kiss my ass. Simple.

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