Jeff was now asleep and I was left standing there with one apple and a growling stomach. Was this guy serious? He keeps telling me how much he cares and that I'm 'different', but then acts like an asshole just like that. I really didn't even care if he was bipolar, having a bad day or whatever other shit. I've had enough of it. I wasn't gonna deal with this behavior anymore. He can hit me, abuse me. Hell, he can even kill me. I don't care. From now on I will not be his little property. And I'll make sure he knows that. Starting tomorrow.

I ate my apple, treasuring every bite and laid down on the bed, as far away from Jeff as I could. For a while I just stared in front of myself, thoughts going trough my mind. Eventually, I drifted off.

***

That night I had a lot of vivid dreams. About Natalie, my mom, the life I used to have. They were all mostly pleasant. But throughout the whole time I knew I was only dreaming. It wasn't a deep sleep.

I woke up early, according to the dull orange light of a rising sun and a killer, who was still sleeping, his back to me.

Laying there for a while I was caught up in my thoughts again. The bitch inside of me was a bit calmer now, but that didn't last as a pain of an empty stomach started kicking in.

I sat up and looked at Jeff. I needed food right now. And he was gonna get me some. Wether he liked it or not. I sat on my knees next to him ant started shaking his sleeping body.

"Get up! I'm hungry!" I shouted for him to wake up. He growled at that, refusing to even look at me. But after I didn't stop he sat up with an infuriated expression on his face.

"You bitch! Don't you ever dare and wake me up again!" He yelled at me.

"Well, I wouldn't have done that in the first place, if you had given me some normal food!" I didn't back down.

"I gave you food! What else do you want from me? It's not a fucking restaurant! You're like a goddamn princess on a pea. Nothing's ever right for you."

"An apple isn't exactly a great source of energy, Jeff! If you really care for me then care for me before I starve to death! And yes, I'm a 'goddamn' princess on a pea and I won't put up with your bullshit anymore!" I spilled everything.

He stared at me with slight surprise in his unblinking eyes, yet I could tell he wasn't happy with my attitude. He slowly started giving me a warning, stopping between words and trying to stay as calm as he could:

"Don't you ever fucking talk back to me again. Do you not realize the situation you're in? Your life depends on me. If you-" I didn't let him finish:

"Yeah yeah. If I don't obey, you'll punish me or whatever. Well, I don't care what your punishments will be. I'm sick of your constant attitude and mixed feelings towards me. You say that you care, but it really doesn't show. You say that I'm 'different', but you treat me like every other person, like you're annoyed with my existence. So do whatever you want. I'm not gonna be your pawn anymore." I lashed out.

He looked at me for a moment. His stare was now frighteningly blank. I waited for an answer, but instead I was thrown back a little and shortly I felt a heavy weight on my wrists and legs as Jeff was now on top of me, pinning me down to the bed. I struggled to get out, but he didn't even budge.

"The fuck are you doing?! Get off of me, you freak!" I was mad. This guy was getting on my nerves enough as it was. I used to fear him, but that was now replaced with rage.

"Are you seriously that stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do you know what I can do to you?" He grinned, fury in his eyes. "Right. I guess you don't since I've been so nice to you. Well, those days are over, sweetheart. You want it the hard way? So be it." His face started leaving closer to mine.

"W-what are you doing?!" I panicked.

"Something I've been wanting to do since the beginning" he whispered, his lips being millimeters away from mine.

"We already kissed." I stuttered, pushing my head as much into the sheet as possible and hoping for the best.

"You know that's not what I meant." His smile grew even wider. "I think it's time to show you who's in charge." Before I could even say anything our lips touched. It wasn't like the last time. It wasn't smooth or gentle. It was rough. I tried to keep my mouth shut as to not let Jeff's tongue in. Even with the lack of breath I resisted to open it. However he bit my bottom lip slightly, making me let out a moan. In seconds our tongues were interlaced together.

Giving my best effort I moved my face to the side, freeing it from his. I took a few deep breaths so I could mutter:

"S-stop-" his fingers slowly started moving down my neck, chest and stomach. "J-Jeff-"

I tried to get out of his grip, but even with his one hand holding both of mine above my head he was stronger. His other hand was now touching the top of my jeans, one finger making it's way in and slowly pulling them down. Our lips touched once more.

Might have been my luck to catch him letting his guard down for a second, but I managed to free one of my legs. Without any hesitation I kneed him in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip on my hands. Instantly taking the chance I pushed him off of me and got off the bed.

Groaning he curled up in pain. "You bitch!" Didn't take him long though to get back up and come after me.

I ran around the room, avoiding Jeff and looking for something to protect myself with. No luck. This room was fucking empty of objects. My only hope now was the door. I knew it was risky. There could have been plenty of killers just like that BEN guy out there, but that was my only chance. I just hoped that they were all still asleep as it was still really early.

With the smiling killer right behind me I rushed to my only way out of this and swung it open with as much power as I could. I then started running down the hall with no idea where it led to.

"What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?!" Jeff cursed at me, nearly topping my heels. "You wanna die?!"

I didn't pay any attention to him as I put all my focus on my speed. Eventually, that wasn't helping much anymore as I was getting out of breath and my chaser wasn't slowing down at all. In fact, he might be catching even more speed. I suddenly felt his tight grip on my upper arm pulling me back, making me fall backwards.

Trying to catch my breath while laying in the ground I looked up at Jeff who was now standing next to me, looking down. He grabbed my wrist and stood me up, not letting go afterwards.

"Are you fucking insane? Do you not care about your life at all?" He growled at my face, trying to keep quiet.

"I'm starting not to." I muttered, giving him a death glare.

I could tell that that sentences annoyed him as he clenched his teeth and his grip on my wrist became tighter. He didn't answer though. Eventually, turned around and started pulling me along side himself back to the room.

When we reached it he threw me in, making me almost fall and closed the door, then sighed and turned to me. I was mentally preparing for whatever was to come, knowing that this time I probably wouldn't be able to avoid it. But instead, I got a calm glare that seemed like it came out of nowhere. I mean, he was just about to explode at me and all of a sudden all the rage was just gone.

"You can't just run out of this room like that. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is? Those guys won't hesitate to end you in the most brutal way." He said, still slightly annoyed, but his voice still calm.

"Of course, we can't let that happen. You want that pleasure all to yourself, don't you? I said sarcastically. It put a frown on his face, which didn't do much due to that smile.

"You know I don't." He said.

"No, I really don't know if you don't. You're unpredictable, Jeff. Any minute you could just lash out at me for the smallest things I do. And then all of a sudden, after trying to fucking rape me you become this caring guy. How am I supposed to feel each day, waking up next to you, not knowing what to expect?" I raged.

He walked up to me and leaned closed to my face. "You stop feeling sorry for yourself and think about how lucky you are."

"Lucky? Seriously now? You call losing everyone and everything I cared about lucky? You killed my best friend, my mom." My eyes were tearing up. "And you call me lucky?"

"Yes. And you need to stop your fucking wining and get over it already. One day you'll realize how much worse your life could have been." He continued.

"I can't believe you're even saying this. You don't even have an idea what's it like to lose everything. You don't know what it's like." Tears were now running down my cheeks.

"And you don't know me." He said in a blank voice, but I could see in his unblinking eyes that he was a bit offended by my words. After saying that, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind himself. I could hear a click from the lock.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that... I didn't know him after all. I didn't know his backstory. That's when it hit me. What if he used to be a normal guy. I mean, I'm pretty sure he wasn't born the way he is now. Was he? Maybe something happened to him that changed him and his whole life. I didn't know that.

He was an ass to me at times, but other times he tried to be somewhat nice. Maybe that was the only way he knew how to be. I should probably apologize to him. At least for that last thing I said.