Hater gonna hate. Killers gonna . . . love? (Jeff the killer x reader lemon)

Home sour home

Question of the chapter. Do you like window seats? I love them!
(Jeff's POV)
God, she's heavy (don't matter if ya skinny or fat, ya gonna be heavy wether you like it or not!!! Dis mah story!). (I'm tots [totally] insane lol) She moaned as I carry her over my shoulder. She stirred, trying to shift to her side. She awoke, grumbling and moaning.
"I would let me down if I was you," she said.
"Why would I do that? You would escape," I said.
"I get motion sickness. And I feel queasy. And this hurt. And the pressure on my stomach can make me puke on you, then you would puke, then I would, then we both would puke until there was nothing left to puke unless we puke out our guts, and I promise, PROMISE, I won't escape. I love you too much," she gushed and complained. I sighed and let her down. She stayed close to me.
"Good girl," I said. She moved away a little, and held her head. I gave her a 'WHAT?!' look.
"Last time you said that you hit my little noggin," she said like a baby. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my God! Is Zoe ok?! Please tell me you/EJ didn't hurt her!!" She screamed. I sighed. I should have killed her. I think I should. I've seen prettier.
"She's fine. She's probably being ra-" I stopped, biting my tongue. But it was too late. She knew what I was gong to say.
"But she loved being a virgin!! Please tell ME YOU'RE FUCKING JOKING YOU FUCKING FAGIT OF AN ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed, obviously concerned of her friend. She tried hitting me but I dodged and socked her in the stomach. She didn't react. I hate it when she doesn't react.
"I'm joking. But don't you ever, EVER FUCKING CALL ME NAMES!! But I'll let it slide since you are concerned about your friend," I said/yelled. She nodded weakly. We arrived at the Creepypasta Mansion (screw Insane Asylums!!!!) and I kept walking.
"I think you're supposed to shove me inside the huge mansion, bring me to your room, and do whatever it is you were going to do," she said.
"Nope. I have a house," I said.
"Hm. How is that not surprising. Maybe because everyone in the world has their own version of assholeness, and the CP are the assholely of all," she said.
"Now you're just making up words," I said, making Y/N giggle. She has a cute giggle. We arrived at the tiny little horrible excuse for a house. She ran up and opened the door for me.
"Ladies first," she mumbled under her breath. I grabbed her arm and tugged her inside. I took her to her room and slammed the door behind me. I pushed her until she was on the bed and I got on top of her. That comment really pissed me off. I pulled up her sleeve (she's wearing a h/c [hoodie color] on and blue jeans [sorry but I'm making you look like me. Kind of. You now barely show any skin, sorry but you must be kind of a goth. But it's my story, and you will be, wear, and do what I want you to do, wear and be. {Bitch.} Please don't hate me] ) and started cutting her arm. She flinched, but didn't react to anything bigger than a flinch. I hated it. I lifted her hoodie until her stomach showed, and started cutting her.
"Ow! Ow!! Ow!!! OW!!!! OW!!!!! OW!!!!!! OW!!!!!!!" She whined. Then she started screaming. The reaction I wanted. After I was done, I got up and left her to cry like a baby.

(Y/N's POV)
After he had punished me, I got up and went to the window, tears staining my cheek, trying to gulp down breaths. It was a window seat. I sat down and held my stomach, hoping I wouldn't die from bleeding myself into a raisin. I snuck out of my room and stole myself a first aid kit. I ran back in before he could notice and sowed my stomach and arm. I took out the gauze and bandaged myself. I took out my iPad that I had with me and played games. There was wifi, so I was good to go. I went to my book on Wattpad, and tried to call out for help in my story. This is what I got:
Authors note
Dear readers,
I am locked in a tiny house with Jeff the killer. Someone call for help. I am badly injured and feel dizzy. Need advise. How do you stop feeling dizzy? I love him, but I don't know what to do. Do I wait for my blood to grow back or something?! I read that somewhere. Please help me. What do I do?!!!
After awhile my battery ran out and I fell asleep on the window seat.
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Please don't actually call the cops. It's just in the story. Ok? I hope you enjoyed it. I wonder if it was short. Don't feel short. Oh well. Lol. So far Jeff's a dick. I'll make him nicer soon. Promise. XD question of the chapter. Don't care if I already did one. Is it true that your blood can grow back or however you say it?