Personal Lock Down (Jeff The Killer X Reader)~Creepypasta

61: You Know Nothing

*Your POV*

Taking a shaky breath, my lungs felt raw and miniscule. My chest was aching from how hard I was fighting to breathe. And right there, green eyes were right in front of my own. Eyes that somehow made me feel like he was in charge of my life. It didn't make sense to me, yet it was the only explanation. Were his eyes really poisonous?

"Why are you so stubborn?" Furrowing my brows, I tried to focus on him. I can hear him but it's like we're in a tunnel, he's echoing. But trying to focus makes me dizzier. If it continues like this I'm afraid that holding eye contact with him might actually kill me. But I can't give up, not until he sees what I see.

"You're... eyes..." My voice was raspy and it hurt to speak. Even though he's glaring daggers at me I think is making the affects worse, I can't stop. Especially now that I'm slowly feeling the different pains in the rest of my body. I can feel a sharp pain in my abdomen. That must be where the knife is, meaning my time is dwindling. "You... are able to hurt people... with your eyes..."

"It's horrible isn't it? Pain that eradicates the body? First it feels like you poured acid down your throat and quickly the pain spreads through the rest of your body, until it makes you desperate... So desperate that you crave death." With a wild grin on his face, he caressed my cheek. "This is what happens when you pretend to be brave."

"Sounds like... I'm not the only one pretending..." He's grinning from ear to ear but I can see it. Of course I can see it, I've been starting into your eyes this entire time. You look like you can feel my pain. I might annoy you but you don't want to hurt me. You're hating this.

"What does that mean?" His false amusement falls from his face and is replaced once again with irritation.

"You look like.. you don't want to... do this... You're not a bad... person..." An emotion I can't put my finger on passed over his face, as if I hit an old wound but he quickly pulled himself together, his façade reappearing like a magic trick.

"Again, you just got here, what would you know?" He chuckled as his grin taunted me. Slowly he pushed his body against my own, the knife pushing itself deeper inside of me. "I do wonder how Jeff played with you. Did he tie you up and did as he liked or just threaten you with his toys to make you do what he likes?" I felt sick to my stomach with the vile nonsense he was spouting. I wanted to scream at him but my throat could barely stand talking. All I could do was let my face do the talking.

"Oh, that's a lovely expression." He move his hand from my cheek and caressed down to the side of my neck, causing me to wince. "Oops, did that hurt?" Grimacing, I only seemed to encourage his sick behavior. "I wonder how many times you looked at Jeff this way as he had his way with your body?" His hand glided from my neck to my collarbone. "Or how many times you gave into pain turned to pleasure ?" His hand began to fall to my chest and my eyes widened.

Tearing my eyes away from his, I could feel my heart slamming against my ribcage and my lungs burned as I attempted to yell at him to stop. I moved in an attempt to get away but it was proving hard with his body pressed up against my own. If anything I think I made my wound worse. Coughing, I tasted blood but I couldn't tell if it was also a trick of the mind from his ability or from the knife.