I kneeled there, trembling on the ground. My legs couldn't hold me up. My whole body was frozen. I couldn't even budge. A high pitched tone was ringing in my head. Almost like everything was in slow motion.

Jeff finished his ritual of carving smiles on those poor, already mutilated enough corpses as I watched everything. Like my eyes were locked on the sight. After finishing his 'work', he stood there for a minute, breathing deeply, chuckling a couple of times. Then slowly, his bloodied face turned to me. Those psychotic, crazed eyes staring right at my soul. That smile, wide as ever.

For a second there I thought that I was next. With the state he was in, it wouldn't have been surprising. It's like he was a whole different person. It was a side of him I never saw before, but I knew it wasn't just a phase.

Jeff started moving closer to me. Step by step. Blood dripping off his face and hands, leaving a trail of red dots behind him. I scooted backwards as much as I could, but soon enough my back was leaning against the wall and I had nowhere to run to.

"Come on, darling. We have to continue packing your stuff before any other useless police cunts decide to show up." He spoke in a voice that was like nothing I've heard before, as he now stood centimeters away from me. It made shivers go down my spine and I felt a cold sweat break through. His voice didn't even sound human. It was like a demon, talking from within him.

Shaking, I only nodded slowly, staring at the psychotic killer with my wide (e/c) eyes. But I couldn't stand up. I couldn't move.

He sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to do it for you, ya little princess." After those words Jeff walked to the guest room and after a while came out with a bag full of my stuff. He threw it over his shoulder and walked to me. I felt my heart nearly stop when two arms went under my knees and my back, lifting me up. My body was pressed against Jeff's, as he carried me bridal style. The blood on his clothes and hands was now soaking into mine. The wetness and stickiness of it send goosebumps all over my body.

I was carried out of the apartment and out of the building. We reached the van. Jeff carefully sat me on the passengers seat and put a safety belt over me. He treated me like I was a glass vase or something. Like I could break at any moment. It was an odd behavior for him, considering he was like a psycho just a minute ago. Even his eyes still had that inhuman look to them.

After taking care of me, Jeff walked to the back of the vehicle and threw my stuff in through the back door. Then sat next to me on the drivers seat.

We took off. I was still in a shock state and that lasted for most of the trip. With the corner of my eye I could see Jeff glancing at me from time to time, his smile never going away. I didn't look back at him, my stare locked in front of me like it was the only safe spot.

The feeling of wetness all over my clothes gave off the illusion that the whole van reeked in blood. I felt dirty. Greased.

After what seemed like ages, we were finally back at the mansion. This time I managed to walk on my own somehow.

We made our way to Jeff's room. He threw the bag full of my stuff on the floor and turned to me, almost like a predator. His sudden movement alerted me, making me jump a little. He slowly sneaked closer to me. Suddenly, I felt the now dry blood on his hands rub off on my waist as the killer was now behind me. With one rough movement he pulled me closer to him so that my back was pressed against him.

"I've been holding myself back from doing this to you, but you have no idea what a tease you are." He whispered right to my ear, making a cold sweat go through my body.

His hands were making their way from my waist to my stomach and down. I was still weak from what happened and had no strength to push him away. When he reached the bottom of my hoodie he started slowly lifting it up and feeling my bare tummy under it. The touch of Jeff's fingers was cold and leathery.

He proceeded to move his hands towards my chest and getting under my bra. I opened my mouth, but all that could escape was a weak gasp. His palm was now on one of my breasts, squeezing it gently. I tried to get it off miserably. Was this really happening?

With his free hand, the killer turned my face to the side and laid a rough kiss on my lips. Unintentionally, I let out a moan, as he slid his tongue into my mouth.

With our bodies being pressed to each other tightly, I could feel the bulge poking my back and pressing itself harder against me. He really did want me. I knew that being at the state I was in, there was no way for me to get out of it this time. It was happening. He was gonna take my virginity. But I wasn't ready for his. Not like that.

Jeff pulled away from the kiss, giving me a chance to catch my breath. His both hands roughly turned me around to face him and lifted me up. He threw me onto his shoulder and walked to the bed. I gave it a few tries to kick around, but it did no good.

I was thrown onto the bed and before I could even realize it, the guy was on top of me. His face still covered with dry blood, smiling wide as ever. His eyes still staring widely at me with a psychotic lust in them.

He leaned in again, pressing his lips against mine, slowly pulling my hoodie up at the same time. I squeezed both my arms to my sides so that he couldn't take it off. He leaned back quickly, grabbed both my wrists and sat me up, holding my hands above my head.

"Don't try to resist it, doll face. You'll like it." He grinned at me, continuing to pull the hoodie over my head, leaving me with a bra. I pressed my lips together.

Jeff threw the piece of clothing to the side and pushed me roughly back down. He was now onto pulling my jeans down. I gave it another try to stop him and pressed my thighs together which did nothing. I was soon left only in my undergarment. It felt vulnerable to be in this position, but I hated to admit that a slight part of me was a bit aroused. Especially after Jeff took his hoodie and a black shirt under it off, exposing his toned body.

He grabbed me and sat me on top of him, holding our bodies close, skin to skin. Automatically my arms were wrapped around his neck and our lips met again. At this point I didn't even tried to resist.

The bulge, that I was now sitting on, was rubbing tightly against my panties. I could feel them getting wet and I mentally cursed at myself for that.

My bra was suddenly unclasped which I didn't expect at the moment. Before Jeff could take it off I pressed my hands on my chest, holding it down. I looked into those crazed eyes, begging him with my stare not to do that. He only grinned wider if that was even possible and ripped my bra off of me. Instinctively I covered my breasts with my arms, but he pulled them away. At this point the vulnerability caused my eyes to tear up.

As Jeff's stare went from my chest to my face the psycho in his eyes suddenly disappeared along with his smile. Well, the real one, not the cut out one. A worried look came across his face. He slowly let go of my arms and I used that chance to cover myself up again.

"I'm sorry. I... this wasn't supposed to go that way." He mumbled. It got me confused. What did he mean by that? What was going on?

He lifted me off his lap and placed me on the bed next to himself. Then got up and walked to the closet, taking a black shirt somewhere deeply out of it. He walked back to the bed and threw that shirt to me.

"Here. Now go shower."

"B-but I have my own clothes now... remember?" I murmured, still in slight fear and shock.

"I want you to wear this!" He lashed out. That made me tense.

"O-ok!" I did as he said and headed to the bathroom, which was across the room, covering myself up with the shirt he gave me. After cleaning the blood off I put that shirt on. It fit me like a dress.

When I left the bathroom, I was greeted with Jeff's stare. He just looked at me for a moment before walking past me and into the shower himself.

***

I sat on the bed, thinking about what happened. Why did he stop all of a sudden? Not like I wasn't happy about it, but it was strange. It's like in a flash of a second he changed completely.

I thought he was someone who would only do whatever pleases himself and not care about others. But maybe he's really not as bad as he seemed. This act of kindness made something in my stomach spark. I didn't like it that I felt that way, but I couldn't help it.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Jeff walked out all fresh and clean again in only sweatpants. He looked at me, then walked to the bed and got under the covers. I did as well.

The light turned off. So that's it? Everything was still very unclear to me. I still felt like at any moment he could snap again. I didn't know what to expect. But he just laid there in silence.

"Jeff?" I whispered quietly. He didn't answer. I decided to not proceed with questions and turned my back to him. Shortly after his arm went over my waist and he pulled me gently closer.

"Just go to sleep. Don't question it." He said silently.

So I did, feeling somewhat safe in his arms, but still a bit uneasy, not knowing what was still to come and wanting so badly to figure this guy out.

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