DEATH STAINED LEAVES (Creepypasta AU)

GOD OF ALL FLESH

TW: gore is in this chapter be mindful of yourself!

I reference lines from the bible in this chapter, my version of Jeff believes himself to be a God, I don't mean it in a disrespectful or derogatory manner it's mearly for Jeff's character.

"Watcha doing down there, hm?" He spoke, his words almost sounding mocking, the deep bloody smile carved on his face scarring your mind.

You were suddenly pulled up to your feet, and you were dragged over the desk with force. You let out a small whimper, unable to speak

"Cat got your tongue?" the man echoed, his voice dripping with mocking laughter as it twirled the rusty kitchen knife in its hand.

"What did you do?" you whispered, wincing in pain as his nails dug into your skin.At that moment, you felt your last bit of hope shatter.

"it's not about what I did, it's about what I will do, " He stared down at you, his burned and scarred face looming close to yours. You noticed his missing eye, which was a void of darkness, staring back at you. The other was clouded with cataract, and he chuckled.

You knew that this was not going to end well for you, and you struggled against his grip on your arms, but his brute strength kept you pinned in place.

"Don't do that," he whispered, as he forced you down on the dusty sofa that you had sat on the day that you first arrived at the motel.

"Let's chat shall we?" he said, smiling again as he titled his head.You tried to get up again, but he kept pushing you down

"What's your name?" he asked, sitting beside you and looking at you with his clouded eye.

You tried to calm yourself down, realising that being smart about this situation was your best chance of survival.

"Breathe. Breathe," you told yourself, trying to ignore the panic that was setting in.

"You're very quiet," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Are you afraid?" he asked, and you shook your head in response, trying to calm yourself.

You shut your eyes for a moment, to try and force yourself to relax and think about how you would go about this.

"what's your name" he asked again, in the same unsettling tone.

"what's your name?" You asked him back, you had managed to stop crying and felt slightly more level, your heart still pounded but you kept a calm head.

"My name? You don't know me?" he asked, with that unsettling smile. You could hear the impairment in his voice, and realized that the damage done to his face also affected his speech.

"No," you responded, narrowing your eyes and studying him carefully despite your inner panic.

"You really don't know who I am?" he chuckled. "That's interesting," he added, that unsettling smile still on his face.

You noticed his prideful demeanour, and decided to use it against him.

"Tell me who you are, if you're that big of a deal," you said, leaning away, this caused him to sit back and laugh at you, but you kept a straight face and stared back at him, as if you expected him to answer.

"Jeffery Woods? Whole family killed by a teen? Psycho runs rampant in Portland? Murderous violent teen wrecks havoc on small towns?" he rambled on about the news headlines, which made you feel uneasy. You had no idea who this person was, and yet he spoke as if you should immediately recognize him.

"I am a God, I am the one who dictates, I am the one who executes, " He stood up, spinning around as he spoke. You felt the tension growing.

"I'm the person you get on you knees for and worship, I am God and God is me," he said, grinning widely at you.