This chapter contains vulgar language, sexual themes and slight gore!

be prepared!

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Once in the room you didn't know how quickly you had to grab the wall for support, still clenching the bandages tightly in your arm. Bending over you were completely out of breath, your throat felt as if you had swallowed glass. Jeff didn't spoke to you at all but you knew you had to keep up with him.

Or at least, you wanted to.

Those other killers still could be lurking around here. Watching you, staring at you, and waiting for the right moment to sneak up on you and then... Slice you open right where you stand.

You'd rather be with this insane psychopath than with another.

That actually sounds kind of weird when you think about it. But the fact is... You never died or were at the brink of death because of him. He actually saved you several times... In his own way. That didn't take back that you had been tortured, humiliated and above all violated.

It just gave you some sort of reassurance that you had a chance to live.

Feeling as if your body had enough energy left to do something you stood straight up again. Sucking in air and eyes darting towards the wraps of bandages in your arm. You recalled what Rayne had said; you needed to clean those wounds and re-wrap them.

'Take a bath or something like that.'

You weren't entirely sure if taking a bath would be such a good idea, but you quickly discarded that thought. You were in this room almost day in and day out. You were dirty from the mud, the dried up blood, the grass, the concrete floors...

You had nothing on your hands and all this dirt didn't do your wounds any good. The chance that they could be infected while you are still a mess would be way bigger. Also... After all this... Horror... The sound of a nice, warm bath didn't repel you.

"Can I take a bath?" You dared to ask, your head shooting towards Jeff, who was now sitting on the bed. You saw that he was sharpening his knife, something he would do quite often. His lidless orbs turned towards your fragile frame and he almost looked at you in confusion.

"Whatever." He grumbled under his breath, his gaze traveling back to his knife. You slowly stumbled towards the bathroom door, getting inside and closing it right behind you. Thankful for having some alone time with yourself.

It had been weeks or months since you last had a bath, well aside from the fact that Rayne had washed you. Staring at your reflection you noticed how much you needed it, how much you actually craved for a bath. You almost began to feel the dirt on your skin, and for the first time you realized what you'd missed.

You had never cared for your appearance much after Jeff had kidnapped you. It didn't matter at all. All that mattered was getting out and getting your friends out, regardless of how you looked. You still couldn't care less about it, but somehow you do want to get clean.

As if it represented something.

And to get everything regarding Jeff, Masky, Hoodie, those wolves and whatever else there was off of your skin. Secondly you were in need of some relaxation. Your mind had been occupied too much, day and night. Your body needed rest but instead of relaxation you were moving constantly and even, thanks to Jeff, damaging your body more.

When you finally had the chance to rest both of them, you were interrupted by a certain smiley killer for which you felt fear, anger, confusion and everything regarding those emotions. Carefully, you placed the bandages on the sink.

Then you stumbled over towards the bathtub, leaning over the edge in order to get the warm water running. It took a short while until it became warm. You then tried to balance it out with the cold water, making sure it was enjoyable for your body but not too warm for your wounds to sting.

You took a look around for anything which could be of use as some soap. However you only found a bottle of blue-ish, sticky liquid on the sink. Grabbing the small, plastic bottle you opened the cap and sniffed carefully. It smelled like soap...

Jeff had to wash himself with something right?

Whatever, Jeff had surprised you with many things. If he hadn't showered in years it wouldn't surprise you either. He was a psychopath after all. You nearly emptied the bottle into the water before placing it back again.

You carefully took the splint off with one hand, just like Rayne had said. You placed it onto the sink before undressing yourself. Stepping into the warm water slowly you began to enjoy it altogether, the soap immediately covering your body until you sat down.

Giving a long sigh, almost groan of pleasure you let your body sink further into the warmth. Almost immediately you felt the tension slowly slipping outside of your body. Your muscles relaxed and you felt your heartbeat slowing down.

You noticed how big this bath actually was. It could easily fit two people and even three if one of them was smaller. You wondered why in the world Jeff would need a bath if he also got a shower, but decided to just let it go. He had weirder things.

Raising your arm out of the water and taking a good look at your hand you realized what damage had been done. Your hand wasn't hanging as loosely as before, but you knew that your bones would never grow back as they used to thanks to that guy.

The splint would help getting them in place more correctly than without, but the chances of your fingers growing in the same place as before were extremely low. Not to mention the full usefulness of your hand would be reduced to 10% or so.

At least... It didn't hurt as much as before.

Placing your hand back into the water and closing your eyes you decided to enjoy the moment for once, letting your mind being completely taken over by the pleasure this warmth gave your body. You had no idea how good this could feel, what good it would do to your whole body.

You felt your wounds stinging just a little and you knew the clean water was doing them good as well. You decided to just relax, getting to the scrubbing and cleaning later on. You needed some time to empty your thoughts, to completely be in sync with your body and mind.

After all, you had little time to think of everything that had happened over the past few days. Giving another soft sigh you were mentally preparing yourself to go away. To go to a place in which you were safe. Away from Jeff, away from all the other psychopathic killers...

Even away from your friends, who were either dead or in a dreadful state.

Just you, in your own wonderland.

You and a peaceful, nice, warm surrounding. The nature calling for you. Hearing the water running, giving life to wonderful things such as flowers. Beautiful, blooming and colorful flowers which were hugging you, covering you in order to protect from all the hatred.

A land in which death didn't exist. Where torture was just a trick of the mind and evil banished. A world specifically made just for you and your happiness.

This world was wonderful.

However you were so engulfed into your own little fantasy world that you hadn't noticed the creature sitting across of you. The person staring at you with hatred, passion, lust and anger. The water, which had turned slightly pink-reddish, pushed against your skin.

Slowly crawling higher, covering your frame with its crimson color slowly. You didn't notice the person staring; you hadn't noticed his body entering the water. You hadn't noticed the sudden rise in water. You hadn't noticed the bathroom becoming darker and the tension thickening.

Yet.

You were breathing in and out slowly, your chest heaving up and down. Your hand had clenched the edge of the bathtub, while your arms were resting on it. You didn't notice a hand slowly coming closer towards yours, hovering over your own hand.

Reaching for something, wanting to touch it. Waning to place itself over your own, feeling the skin coming into contact with its own. However you also didn't notice how the hand retreated itself, getting back to his owner. Instead the killer moved forward ever so slowly, his hand now reaching out for something else.

It was then you felt something brush against your leg. Your eyes shot open immediately as your heart got a shot of adrenaline. You felt a hand pressing against your mouth roughly, pushing your head against the edge of the bathtub in order to keep it in place.

"Don't scream, it's me." You were shocked beyond belief to see Jeff sitting close to you. His hand the one covering your mouth. You couldn't help but to panic, trying to get his hand off of you and get the hell out of here. Don't scream? Don't scream?! He was the one suddenly appearing in the fucking bathtub!

Instead he just pushed harder, his face turning into an annoyed frown before he growled:

"Stop it."

Trying to calm yourself down you nodded slowly, as sign for him that you had gotten the message and to retreat his hand. He complied, sitting back completely and throwing his head back. You immediately tried to cover yourself up a little, glaring at him in shock.

He only grinned at your reaction, turning his head back towards you before speaking.

"I've seen more of you already, dollface. There is no point in being such a prude about it." You didn't listen to his words, only glaring at him before gathering the courage to speak:

"What are you doing here, Jeff?" You murmured, still ashamed of what position you were in now. Yes, you had been... Intimidate with this killer several times, but never on your own accord. Him seeing you like this made you extremely uncomfortable, not to mention you seeing him like this.

"What's that? For as far I know this is my bathroom and I can do with my property what I want, right?" You were still glaring at the smiley killer, not sure if he was referring to the bath or to something else. You felt the urge to just storm out of the bathtub immediately.

You bit your lip in order not to do something drastic. You now averted your gaze from the killer, not sure what to do about this weird and above all uncomfortable situation. You didn't want to bathe with this sicko, not to mention bathe in a bath full of dirt.

"Come here, doll." You were rudely interrupted from your thoughts when he spoke. Your eyes shot up, staring at him in disbelief. Hoping that your ears had betrayed you but you were guessing you were wrong. You didn't know how to react, fear and confusion taking over and completely numbing your body.

"I said: come here!" He growled lowly before grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. You were completely paralyzed, stopping only a few inches away from his face. You felt his breath onto your skin, his eyes boring into yours.

You had no idea what he was planning, what he was going to do. You heard something moving in the water before his wet hand touched your cheek softly. As if... Gently stroking it? You were confused to the bone. He had never ever displayed this kind of affection towards you and you were ready for a sudden change in action.

However he kept caressing your cheek, staring into your eyes before he slowly pushed you away a little. His hand traced over your cheek, towards your neck and to your arms, which were filled with cuts and wounds. He slowly traced the wounds, inspecting them almost carefully.

You didn't dare to breathe, to move. Your eyes were still focused on his, figuring out where he was going with this 'weird display of affection'. He was planning something, trying to dig his knife deep into your chest when you wouldn't be looking.

His eyes then traveled back to yours before he spoke again:

"Turn around."

Your whole body tensioned again, staring at him with the same confusion as before. You wanted to comply, but your body was frozen to the ground. Taken over by fear, completely turning you to stone. You felt your breath hitching, your blood pressure rising.

"Did I stutter? I said turn around!" This time you could pull yourself out of your frozen trance. Slowly moving while still keeping an eye on his figure. It was hard for you to turn around in such a small space without opening one or two wounds again.

However you managed to, your back now facing Jeff and waiting in anticipation for his next move. What in the world was he planning? You hated the fact that you couldn't see him, that you couldn't see what he was doing.

When you felt a hand being pressed against your back you immediately tensed again. Your muscles were all ready to get the hell out of this place, waiting for that sting of pain that would come eventually. His hand seemed to draw lines on your back, almost carefully touching your skin.

You then noticed how he wasn't just tracing imaginary lines, but rather the wounds and cuts on your back. After a while you felt his hand retreating. Your heart was ramming against your ribcage, the sweat starting to form on your naked frame above the water.

When you felt something soft being pressed against your back you tensed again immediately. Thinking of what it could be you felt him rubbing your back. You clenched your fists and bit your tongue since he seemed to be scrubbing your back instead of gently rubbing it. Raging right over all your wounds without mercy.

Realizing he was... Cleaning your back your eyes widened. Even though he inflected most of these wounds, cuts and bruises himself he acted like he truly wanted them to heal.

Why? So he could beat you up again after you had healed completely?

Gritting your teeth you had to stop yourself from calling out to him, telling him to stop immediately. You didn't know if he was purposely hurting you or merely thinking he did well while it seemed he only made it worse. You felt the scrubbing intensifying and decided that this was enough.

The pain inflicted on your body was more than you could handle right now.

"Jeff... You'r-"

"Shut up." He growled while he continued to rub your back with the washcloth. You immediately closed your mouth again, trying to focus on something else than the pain. You noticed how the color of the water had changed from clear blue to almost pink-reddish.

You heard him dipping the washcloth in water before wringing it out on your back. The warm water rinsing over the wounds made them sting, but also feel a lot better than before. You felt him repeating this action several times and wondered what had caused this sudden change in behavior.

You felt the washcloth pressing against your back again; rubbing a few times before it completely disappeared. However you didn't hear the small cloth being dipped in water. You didn't hear him moving or doing something else.

All you could hear was complete silence.

You felt your breathing speeding up; your curiosity took over as you slowly moved your head in order to peek at him. However when you felt something being pressed against your back, while two hands snaked around your waist your head shot back.

You tensed up again, eyes widening and mind processing what was happening. You felt his warm breath against your back and you realized that the thing pressing against it was his forehead. His nails dug into the naked skin of your waist and you swallowed slowly.

"Such tender and soft flesh, even after all these bruises..." His rough voice filled the bathroom, the sound bouncing off of the walls and making it sound even more sinister.

"It makes me want to dig my knife into it and cut it open." This is what you were afraid of. He was going to hurt you again?

"Or... It makes me want to... Do something else to you."Something else? Something else?! He couldn't mean... No... You didn't want that either!

"You look so much better without all that dirt... Though I liked seeing you covered in blood..." By now you were out of breath, afraid to move, afraid to run, afraid to fight...

"Jeff, I be-" His hands then retreated before he immediately grabbed the back of your neck. With a strong force he pushed your down, your forehead hitting the edge of the bathtub roughly. Keeping you pinned down in a highly uncomfortable position you felt him shifting and hovering over you.

He murmured something, his hands roaming over your skin. Listening closely you could make out the words he was saying to you.

"Show me..."

"Show me that this is the reason why you are still alive."

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Here you go, the new update!

It's late but then again, it's quite long.

Also soon there will be a decision chapter again. When I'm not sure but you'll have to prepare your mind and make the right one!

I'll try to reply to all messages today, if not it'll be tomorrow.

Stay awesome and have a terrific day :D