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This chapter contains vulgar language. Be prepared!

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It was quiet for a while. Seconds, if not minutes, passed by in complete silence. You could hear the wind rushing through the trees, through the old cracks in the big, wooden mansion. Every sound you had grown to be accustomed to over the weeks or months you had been in here, were perceived clearly.

All those familiar creaks, hisses and booms which had scared you the minute you were trapped in this deadly house didn't feel as intimidating anymore. Instead... They felt mundane. A part of the life you were now living. They reminded you of the grotesque things that had happened between these walls.

The abusing, sexual harassing and screaming.

The cries, the yelling, the begging...

But they also reminded you of the safety you somehow had experienced in here. Of how you knew that outside of this door would be a far crueler fate awaiting you... if you ever dared to leave, or had the chance to for that matter.

The silence which was once uncomfortable and painful was now your best friend. You needed it, you craved for it in order to gather your thoughts and put your mind back together. It was a vital instrument to keep you alive... To keep you sane because thanks to it... You could think.

You had learned to use its power in the nick of time, instead of fearing it.

You still held Jeff's hand, letting your warmth soar through his body by your touch. You wanted him to feel your heartbeat, to feel your warmth. Showing him that every word which came out of your mouth had been truthful.

And that he needed to do the same if he wished to see you alive.

The only doubt remained on that last part, not knowing if he was willing to throw his pride and sadistic nature away for a few seconds. Those few seconds which could save your being and so of many others to come.

You felt Jeff squeezing your hand slightly. Your gaze was still focused on his, wondering if he was really willing to let himself go for your sake. You returned his gentle squeeze with one of your own, trying to support him and encourage him to take the last step.

You were so close.

Another moment of silence passed without any other sounds than the ones you heard before. His eyes seemed to stare right through you, as if fixated on a spot on the dirty wall. Your existence wasn't recognized other than the light crunch in your hand.

You then felt his grip loosening by the seconds, feeling the cool air slipping between the cracks of your skin. Your hand felt sweaty and cold as you allowed Jeff's one to slip out of it, seeing that he was trying to distance himself.

He took in a deep breath, his eyes averting your gaze completely.

He turned around, slowly walking over to the bed before he sat down onto it, his head immediately covered by his hands. His long, black hair fell over the paper white skin and he seemed to be extremely vulnerable in that position.

You stood there for another second, watching him as he continued to shelter his face from your view. He didn't speak or give you any notice that he was willing to answer you. Completely unsure if you should sit down next to him, somewhat comfort him enough so that he would tell you, or keep standing there you shuffled on both feet uncomfortably.

For all you know, it could turn the other way around.

Before you had a chance to decide what to do next, he raised his head. His lidless orbs stared at you with new-found fire, but it was different from the fire you had seen before. Different from the lust he displayed for your very being.

Different from the craving of blood which was almost always evident in those cold, emotionless eyes.

Different from the need to satisfy his ancient urge to kill and harm.

"Sit down." Taken slightly aback by the coldness in his voice you hesitated for a second. Searching around the room for the right spot to sit. However just staring at him gave you the assumption that he meant the empty seat next to him on the bed.

You licked your lips slowly, taking a step forward as you saw the eyes of the killer following your every move. You carefully and almost gracefully sat down next to him, leaving a small space in between your bodies. Back straightened and both feet on the ground in case he got violent with you again.

Yet your primal senses told you not to worry this time.

"You want to know the truth so desperately? Then I'll tell you the fucking truth. Don't come crying to me if you get any nightmare about it, though." His voice was cold, and his words were like bullets to your mind.

You knew that, deep down, this was just his defense mechanism. The way he said it and the phraseology was too opposing. He also saw no other outcome of this devastating ritual, so he agreed with yours... Still trying to show you he played the game on no one's terms but his own.

"Laughing Jack did try to kill you, but it was resolved at the last moment." No shit, you were there. In case he didn't notice, you remembered how his claws had been wrapped around your throat. How your sweet little moment together got interrupted by Jeff, who could prevent Jack from snapping your whole being in half. If he had come in seconds later...

Even though these thoughts came to you like water to the sea, you didn't say anything and pushed them aside quickly. He was finally caving in, wanting to tell you exactly why this all had happened and how it came to be.

Why you were deliberately targeted.

A small voice in the back of your mind told you to be careful, to not be too gullible with this guy but somehow you had a good feeling that you were finally getting something. Maybe even getting close to your escape.

"To hi- Them you have served your purpose, because those stupid fuckers think you have given all the information about the blueprint etc." Recalling Jack's words, you could've figured that out on your own as well... Nonetheless, this proved once again that Jeff was telling the truth.

You only wondered what part of it he left out.

You stared at the smiley killer with anticipation, waiting for him to continue on. Waiting for him to tell you about Sally, about those tentacles, about WHY exactly they want you dead when you've fulfilled your purpose.

Why they see you as a threat.

When the room had filled itself with a thick silence once again you began to ponder over the questions you could ask. You had to be careful, yet fill them with enough information to get what you wanted:

"But... Wouldn't that mean they could just leave me alone? If they don't need me for anything..." Your gaze traveled to the side. If you would think long and hard about it, you could fill in the answer as well.

It was an answer you'd rather not assume on your own yet was dreading to hear from someone else. Jack had told you clearly that you knew too much, but the thing you could not figure out was why they would think that, with the information you have now, you would be a threat.

You stood no chance against them.

"God, you're such a stupid, useless sack of shit." Jeff muttered, loud enough for you to hear... Yet soft enough for him to not really consider those words. They had no meaning towards you, merely because you knew he was slowly shutting down.

"They think you know too much, because you were too involved into the whole thing. You gave them the code and the blueprint." A small feeling of anger was beginning to boil in the pit of your stomach. You knew this, but didn't get an answer as to why they would see this as such a big problem.

Why do these monstrous, inhuman, strong, devilish, sores of creatures see YOU, a mere, useless, powerless human as a hazard, a risk?

"I don't understand. They have the code and thus the blueprint, I've seen it with my own eyes! There is nothing more to tell them, because there is nothing more to it!" The frustration you were feeling was coating your words and as soon as you had spoken those words you immediately felt regret.

Shit, you had let yourself go once again.

Your shocked eyes turned towards Jeff, but his lidless orbs were smiling at you. Smiling a sinister, dark grin which you knew meant nothing good. He knew something you didn't. He knew exactly the answer to the questions which were frustrating you so deeply.

He was playing with you and purposely trying to upset you.

The whole 'fragile and vulnerable' guy you had seen seconds before was completely gone now and you were wondering hard if that display had been completely truthful.

His face came a little closer to yours. Feeding off of your rage and confusion, his breath began to get more irregular and faster. His hand rested onto your bare, upper leg as his mouth stopped next to your ear.

Goosebumps were raising on your skin as you felt his breath rushing past your earlobe. His hand squeezed your flesh as he spoke softly:

"That is where you are wrong, dollface..." Your eyes widened at this sentence. You didn't dare to swallow, afraid that the sound would be too loud, and keeping Jeff from telling you more. You waited in complete anticipation for his next sentence, for his explanation.

"We have reason to believe... That there is not only one mere weapon, which is still in the making..." His hand caressed your upper leg, before it slowly moved upwards, resting at your face.

"But a whole, finished arsenal of weapons against us."

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Cliffhanger!

And no, I do not want to kiss you before I fuck you. I'm that evil.

Sorry for the long wait and again for not fulfilling my promise that it's going to be a decision chapter... Why? Because when writing the chapters and eventually adding details into it they become so freaking long. In fact, because I'm still writing, I can tell that the next won't be a decision chapter either. I miscalculated the reader's thoughts, dammit.

Anyway...

Sorry for the long wait. I was figuring out which way to go with the story. I once had a solid plan but because of several small details I added or kept out... That plan didn't work. Trying to explain it a little better without revealing anything: the reader is going to do something that will lead to one of the most crucial parts in the whole story. Without that part half of the endings I've written are not usable.

The thing she is going to do, however, needs to have a reason since she won't do such a thing for fun. The reason was quite hard to find because I didn't want to end up in an iteration, while still giving her a solid reason to do it. Not really making that much sense but you'll see it when I've written it.

Long story short: after weeks of thinking, filling in plot holes and trying to tie loose ends together I found, not only a plan which gives her a solid reason, but also something that will add a little shock factor which I enjoy very much. It gets me off every night.

Tell me what you think will happen next!

Take care and as always:

Have a terrific day, darlings