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

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Pain... Pain and peace... Those were the first things you felt when you woke up, when the darkness was pulled away and you got control over your own mind again. Your head felt like it was about to explode and your throat was as dry as a desert.

You felt something soft against your cheek, something warm engulfing your whole body... Aside from the pain felt you were surprisingly comfortable. Taking in a deep breath you realized how hard it was to breathe, how much pain that simple action had caused you.

Clenching your eyes shut tightly you tried to wake up a little more, being too hazy to think right now. You tried to open your eyes slowly, helping them getting accustomed to a little more light. The first thing you saw was white.

A white sweater.

This immediately caused you to be on guard, the fogginess and haziness from before disappearing and your body getting ready for a quick escape.

"It sure took you long enough." You heard the familiar gruff voice speaking, feeling his hot breath on the top of your head. It was then you felt something else, something very small and almost unnoticeable on your body.

Not daring to move your head you glanced over to your side, seeing Jeff's arm being outstretched towards you. You saw something glistening in his hand and it took you a moment to realize he was tracing lines with his knife on your upper body.

You didn't respond to his words, merely wondering what had happened before. You had passed out, that was for certain... But something told you that you didn't just go to bed like days before. Getting reminded of the trouble breathing you finally realized.

He had been choking you. He wanted to leave... You didn't let him... And then he choked you.

You wanted to shoot up, to search the room for any other threat... But you stayed put, not even moving a pinky. Jeff was here... He was lying next to you. If he would have wanted you dead so badly then he would have pressed harder, until you didn't breathe anymore.

Second you were in the bed, perfectly covered and almost... Nicely and comfortably placed. Was this all his doing? Then if his reason wasn't to kill you... Then why the hell did he choke you? Was that... His way of getting you out of the way? Did he leave as soon as you were out?

You hated yourself for looking so vulnerable.

For begging a fucking killer not to leave your side, for desperately clinging on to him like a little child. Of course you should've fucking know that he was going to do something that would cause you pain. He doesn't feel sympathy, mercy or any feeling other than lust, anger and ecstasy.

You were weak, plagued by your own thoughts that you did things you had sworn not to do... Heh... Maybe you were really developing Stockholm syndrome.

The headache only became worse the more you began to think, so you tried focusing on something else. On the knife that was dangerously close to your body for example. You didn't dare to swallow, afraid that the sound would cause the killer to dig the shiny object deep inside of you.

After constantly convincing yourself that he wasn't going to get rid of you so easily, you couldn't help but to still be scared of him. You still feared him. Like living with a hungry animal... He's on your side now but once he has tasted your blood the chance that he'll attack becomes bigger and bigger.

"You're such a fucking troublemaker, you know?" He spoke again, the knife still tracing lines over your skin. You noticed how it was bloody, yet it wasn't from your own blood. He didn't press deep enough to give you even a small cut, it was merely used as taunting... Or something else.

The blood was still fresh, almost dripping off of the knife. The metal like smell had engulfed his body, his clothes... And with that your own.

He went on a killing spree again.

You didn't know what kind of gesture he was trying to display with this action, but you didn't feel comfortable at all. The killing sprees always helped calming him, helped... Smothering his hunger... But it would also fuel him more...

Make him go even crazier, wanting more of that addicting drug until it was the only thing he needed.

You couldn't look at his face as well. He was lying so extremely close to you, closer than he ever did. Well... Except for.. those times of course, yet he always kept a distance between you. As if you were infectious, contagious.

Filthy.

You could feel his body warmth, you could almost feel his heart beating. You had no idea what he was talking about, but lately he always seemed to be mumbling bullshit. Not that you ever understood what he had said though.

"Always doing... That." You felt the knife tracing the lines going faster, more aggressive... Just a little deeper. He was having his moment again, he was having this weird display of feelings and emotions again.

You couldn't place them and right now you weren't even sure if he could place them. The only thing you knew was that he got worked up by something... Or probably by you doing something you had no intention of doing.

Suddenly you felt him gripping the blankets covering your lower body and with one, harsh tug he had ripped them away from your body entirely. You still couldn't look at his face, but his actions were enough to know he was pissed.

What a surprise.

His knife began tracing lines on your hips, legs (as far as he could reach) and back. You were simply dressed in an old t-shirt and underwear. You didn't know when you had changed that one... Maybe when you came out of the bath?

Not that you were complaining about it though. You absolutely didn't care about something like that anymore. These killers won' t look twice at what you' re wearing. They' d either rip it off completely to get better access to your organs or kill you regardless of what you' d wear.

You are a prey to them. Merely another 'pathetic' human they can kill. Another way to get a thrive, another way to feel high and good. Another way to get the drug.

"You are driving me fucking insane."

Hah, what a laugh that was. You driving him insane? If you had any more breath you would laugh your ass off. If anything, you would be the only one who could be talking about 'being driven insane'.

Though you were wondering why he was tracing lines, why he seemed so aggressive yet gentle at the same time. Was this another one of his tricks? Like in the bath, were he afterwards forcefully pushed himself onto you? Lifting your head up slowly you turned to look at his face, at his eyes.

The only thing that gave you slight insight in his mood.

They were following the lines, following the knife tracing over your body. As if carefully inspecting every line, trying to remember them. It seemed weird for him to be doing such a thing, unless it involved way more blood.

His eyes traveled higher, just as his knife did. Over your hips, over your waist towards your arms. Then, slowly going over to your shoulders, before going higher. Feeling the cold steel against your neck made you freeze up a little, checking his eyes in order to see that emotion.

To see the one where his eyes glimmer, where he seemed to be in some sort of trance.

But it didn't come.

Instead the knife traced higher, towards your chin. It then stopped right underneath it, the pointy side dug slightly into your skin. His eyes then locked with yours. They were filled with a different kind of emotion. One not involving bloodlust.

Just looking at his eyes got you fired up, got you feeling the warmth of anger all over again. He was a monster, he looked like a monster. An empty, burned skeleton, dried up blood on the corners of his mouth the only thing showing that he was slightly human.

You stared at each other in silence for a while, feeling him ripping your soul to pieces. But you wouldn't make it easy for him. You still had some fight left, even after that weird display of weakness. You then felt the knife tracing higher again.

Without even breaking his gaze from yours you felt the cold, sticky liquid being pressed against your lips. You got ripped from your staring contest with him as you realized he was smearing the fresh blood on your lips.

You immediately tried to back away a little, hoping to get the filthy knife away from your face. The red liquid was already infiltrating your mouth and you couldn't describe how vulgar it was.

" Jeff, wha-"

His other hand immediately gripped your chin roughly, keeping you in place as the knife was yet again pressed against your lips. You clenched your eyes shut, trying to fight the man and tightly pressing your lips together.

He then removed the knife while still holding a tight grip on your chin. You dared to open your eyes, staring at the killer while he was admiring his work. You didn't dare to wipe it off of your mouth. His knife was then again pressed against your skin, but this time the corner of your mouth.

"Shall I make you as beautiful as I am? Maybe then you'll see." Before you could even realize what he was saying he had traced the flat side of the knife over your cheek, the blood on the knife sticking on your cheek. When he repeated the action on the other side you realized he was drawing a picture.

An awful picture of himself on you.

You were disgusted as you felt the liquid sticking on your skin, as you felt the fear, pain and desperation inside the person's blood being smeared onto you. You tried to move your face away but his grip was way too strong.

You saw how he was admiring his work, how that small glimmer, filled with bloodlust, had shown up in his eyes again.

"This is way better... Isn't it... Smoothskin?" You only stared at him in anger, feeling like a little child tying to pout in order to get her way from her parents.

"You know what would be even better?" Again that glimmer was shown, that filthy, disgusting sign telling you he wanted something. Your struggle was to no avail, he was way stronger. His knife moved from your face back your throat, but this time it had pressed harder against it.

His face came even closer to yours, the tip of your nose almost touching his. You felt the cold and sticky blade of the knife digging deeper into your neck as you felt his hot breath on your skin.

"A little..." He breathed, the warmth engulfing your lips.

"Fire." And with that he slowly closed the gap in between your lips.

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Sorry for the late update, darlings!

I have very, very little time to be on, so it'll just be the update and then I'll be gone again for a month or so. If I haven't replied to your messages yet, I will but you'll need to wait.

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