Captured (Jeff the Killer)

Different Room and a Busted Lip?

~Jeff~ 

"You got me hostage, hostage.

You know I wanted you to hold me, hold me.

Just hold me, hold me."

I groan and look around the basement? 'Wait a minute... Where did that bitch put me?' I look around and notice that I'm in a different room. "Is this the attic?" I mumble to myself. I look down and see that I'm not chained up anymore, and I'm in an actual bed. Just then, Charlie walks into the room hesitatingly. 

"Hello Jeff." she says while walking over and sitting on the opposite bed. "Hello bitch." she rolls her eyes and sighs. "You're in my attic. Your knife is hidden so you don't get it and try to kill me. Also, the heat stays up here so your fine. Yes, I gave you a bed to sleep on and I left you unchained. I'm giving you some trust. Don't blow it." I look over at her curiously. 

 "So, you carried me up here, gave me a hot room with a bed, left me unchained, and hid my knife all by yourself?" I ask unamused. "Yes." is all she says. I stand up and start to look around the attic. I look back over at Charlie and notice how tense she is. I smirk and walk over to her. I grab her by the shirt and fling her into the wall. Hard. "That's for knocking me out once." I walk over and kick her in her side on her ribs. "That's for the second time." 

"This is for chaining me up." I say while slapping her across the face. Hard enough for her to get a busted lip. "And, this, is for taking my knife and hiding it." I grab her by the throat and start to choke her to death. I watch as her pretty pink lips part and she tries breathing, prying at my hand. "P-please." she chokes out, causing me to choke her harder. The urge to kill becoming stronger. 

I can feel her pulse slowing down as I squeeze. I throw her to the floor, letting her catch her breath as tears prickle her eyes. I walk over and squat right beside her. "Where's my fucking knife." I demand. "I'm not saying." is all she gasps out between breaths again. I tilt my head, my smiling widening, before slapping her across the face again, leaving another hand print, and busting her lip up more. 

"Going to tell me now." I ask, pissed that she's isn't giving it to me. I let her catch her breath, the blood from her lip flowing onto the floor. I swipe my thumb across her chin, getting her blood on it, before licking it clean off. "Damn. Your blood is sweet and tangy." is all I say standing up heading to the attic door. "I hope you know Charlie, I plan on staying her for quite a while. Get used to this torture. Also, just because I'm feeling nice, I won't kill Christian." is all I say before heading downstairs in search for my knife. 

~Charlie~ 

When Jeff left the attic, I started crying. The pain on my side is unbearable. The slaps to my face hurt terribly, and not to mention, I think I have bruises forming on my now sore neck. I start to head downstairs slowly, making sure that I don't hurt myself more. Once downstairs, I make my way to my bathroom and start to clean up my lip. I sigh when it stops bleeding. 

I head into my room and look for his knife. I check under my pillow and mentally smile. I grab it carefully and head downstairs. "Jeff?" I call out quietly. No response. I head to the kitchen to see him making a mess of it. I frown and walk over to him. "Jeff." I say again making him turn around. He stares at me intently. "What." he says pissed. "Here..." I whisper handing him his knife, not backing away. 

He looks at it before smiling. He walks closer to me. I don't move an inch. He starts tracing it along me cheeks as if he's about to give me one of his smiles. He frowns noticing that I don't try smiling, when anger takes over him. "Fucking smile. Now!" he shouts at me. I don't. He grabs my by my hair and pulls me close, cutting my arm with the knife. "Smile you fucking cunt." he hisses. I do. I finally smile. "Good. Even though it's fake. I'll give you a permanent real one soon." he starts walking towards the door. 

"Where are you going?" I ask, not wanting him to go killing. "Where the fuck do you think? I'll be back in a few hours. Don't try to stop me. Have dinner ready when I get back." is all he says. I frown and head to the living room and sit down. I lay down on my back and close my eyes trying to relax. 

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"Why the fuck isn't dinner made!" I quickly sit up and notice that Jeff's back. "Shit..." I whisper, running upstairs and too my room." I lock it quickly and slide down. "Charlie! Get the fuck out of your room now you fucking cunt!" I start crying as Jeff continues to bang on the door. I scoot away and crawl under my bed. I hear my door break down and feet rushing to my closet. "Charlie. I won't hurt you. Come out now." I hear the restraint in his voice, but refuse to come out. 

After a couple of minutes, it goes silent. I slowly peak out of my bed and don't see feet. I sigh quietly. That's when my feet get grabbed and I start screaming. "I fucking found you Charlie. Time for your punishment." I start crying. Jeff pulls me up by my arm and throws me on the bed before climbing on top of me and bringing his knife to my arm, slicing it all the way down my wrist. I let out a blood curdling scream as I try to push him off of my. Jeff starts to laugh like a mad man, all covered in my blood, and someone else's. 

Jeff throws me to the floor again, and laughs even harder as I try to crawl away from him. He puts his foot on my ankle, stopping me. Jeff starts to slowly crush it with his weight. I start to scream, "I'm sorry Jeff! I just fell asleep from pain! Please stop!" he slowly stops and picks me up before heading to the bathroom. I continue to bawl my eyes out as he sets me on the counter. He bends down and gets the first aid kit, cleaning up my arm. I flinch when the medicine hits it. 

"Hold still. I have to stitch it up." I nod my head and he starts to stitch it. Once he's done, he puts a little ointment on it, before pulling me off and setting me on my feet. "Now, go downstairs and make me something easy to eat since your arm is injured." he says walking downstairs. I sigh and follow heading to the kitchen to make some food for Jeff.