~I'm the Psychopath~? §!Jeff the killer × Reader!§

.Chapter Seven.

"You're not going anywhere..." a dark voice said from behind her. A shock of pain ran through her body, causing her to wince in pain.

Jeff jumped off the couch, staring at (Y/n) in awe and amazement. "No. Fucking. Way." He spat out, laughing hysterically. (Y/n) stared knives in to Jeff as he made is way towards her.

Quickly, she slipped out the dagger she had smuggled, keeping it at her her side secretly. As Jeff got closer, her grip on the knife tightened.

"I can't believe you seriously got off the hook. No fuckin way. Props to you, I guess," he wheezed out, still laughing. (Y/n) observed everyone in the room quickly, noticing odd things about everyone. One guy sat on the couch, his legs parted. He wore a mouth guard, goggles placed around his neck. Another guy sat next to him, more familiar than the rest. He was blonde, blood smears on his face. The same guy from the other night. One guy sat on the ground, his face was covered with a cloth mask with red eyeholes, wearing a yellow hoodie. And lastly, a man dressed as a dark clown. His limbs were a lot longer than the rest, causing an eerie vibe from him. "But that doesn't fully mean you can leave just yet."

(Y/n) looked up, her jaw clenching in anger. "That wasn't the deal, asshole!" She yelled out roughly, trying to push away from the masked man that held on to her. "You said you'd let me leave! What the fuck do you mean I can't leave yet?! You put me on a fucking meat hook!"

Jeff shuffled his weight on to one leg, putting his hand on his hip sassily. "Well, if you're so inclined on leaving, then leave." I said cockily, smirking at her evilly. His eyes examined her body, trying to figure out how she has this much energy. "How did you get out here without crawling?" He asked, moving his free hand towards his hoodie pocket.

(Y/n) watched Jeff sharply, looking for some way out. She was completely outnumbered. Her eyes darted around the room before seeing the front door.

"Look, man, just let me go and we won't have any problems in the future. I won't ever cross paths with you ever again. I didn't realize I wasn't allowed in that disgusting, broken down hut." (Y/n) hissed out, furrowing his eyebrows at him. "Trust me, I don't want to ever cross paths with you. I can't stand your smug, ugly face anyways."

Jeff's cocky smile grew as he moved over, grabbing her hair roughly. As he did so, (Y/n) took the hidden knife and sliced him in the shin, causing him to yell out in pain. She moved her body forwards quickly, slipping from the masked man's grasp. Pushing herself up, she was soon trampled by Jeff from behind.

Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back and shoved his knife in the same spot he had earlier. (Y/n) winced at the sudden sensation, her jaw clenching once more.

"If you make one move, I'll slice your fucking throat right here, right now..." he jerked her body towards the others who sat comfortably in their spots. "... in front of everyone. Would you like that, sweetheart?" He mumbled in her ear. She could feel his humid breath on her skin, causing shivers to run up her body.

"Just let me go, man. This isn't worth it," (Y/n) tried to negotiate with him, hoping he'd budge. Unfortunately, he didn't care.

Grabbing on to her hair harder, she closed her eyes as the blade of his knife teasingly grazed against her neck. "It's totally worth it. You're going to come strutting out, acting like you're all high and mighty... but still, you couldn't win against me, huh?" He snarled in to her ear once more. "Isn't this just... humiliating?" He asked, cracking a smile at his own words. "What a sad, little bitch. Couldn't even defend yourself. Tsk, tsk, tsk...." And with that, he stood, dragging her up too. His knife still on her throat, he looked at his friends.

"Alright, fellas, I'm gonna have to cut this off short because princess decided she couldn't behave." Jeff stated, loud and proud. "I'll be back later." He then yanked (Y/n) down, causing a sharp, painful breath from her. He leaned down to her ear once more, this time touching his lips to it. "You'll be my little toy for a while. How does that sound?" He hummed wickedly. His tone was almost animalistic, alarming.

(Y/n) stayed quiet, not wanting to make things worse for her. 'Wait... and escape. Wait... and escape.' She thought over and over, swallowing hard.

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"Are you seriously going to lock me up like some animal?! What the fuck bro?!" (Y/n) yelled out, watching Jeff rip fabric with his teeth.

"Well, if you would've just died, maybe we wouldn't be here, now would we?" Jeff stated smugly, setting down the fabric strips he had just created. "You're going to let your dear ol mother find you, how about that? Once she finds you, maybe we could have a nice chat about that girl you murdered that night." He paused, chuckling to himself for a moment. "Maybe I could kill her before killing you, you know. The usual." His tone was nonchalant, irritating (Y/n).

"I'll get out of this rope. You can't keep me here forever, I will get out and kill your sorry ass." (Y/n) growled out, watching him drop everything he had in his hands. He walked over, squatting in front of her before aggressively grabbing her chin.

"You're not allowed to talk back to me," he soothed out, raising his hand and backhanding her. (Y/n)'s body swung, hitting the solid ground beneath her. "Once you decide to be nice to everyone, maybe you can come out and play with us. But until then, you can rot in hell, princess." He said, smiling down at her. And with that, he stood and turned, walking out the dimmed room he had placed her in. Alone and deprived, (Y/n) sat alone, now having to figure out her next plan. ~