Dollhouse- A Jeff and Jane Fanfiction

Chapter 2

A/N: Hello again random citizens! I just want to say thankies to the three people that have read my book so far- you are awesome!
"You!" She hissed, and jumped onto her bed, grabbing her knife out her bag.
"Indeed. Me," he replied. He hadn't moved from the spot by the door. Indeed, if anything he seemed to be moving out of the way.
Jane slowly walked forward until she was nose to nose with him.
"So....how have you been these last two years? I must say, you're looking very good for a 15 year old girl who had her face fried,"
"I can say the same about you," she smiled, spinning the knife around her fingers behind her back.
"So what's the deal with this place then?" He asked, pushing past her and walking in. She jumped at his back, only for him to turn around and push her off.
"Tut tut tut. Don't mess with me, little girl," He chuckled
"I'm not little," she growled, before slamming him into the wall and driving a knife through the material of his jumper and into the wooden board behind him. He tried to pull it out, but the blade was wedged far too deeply into the wall for him to pull out.
"Bitch!" He gasped. Jane grinned an evil grin, before pulling over a club.
"Oh I've been waiting a long time for this!" She grinned, before knocking Jeff out.
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When he awoke, he was tied to a wooden chair with ropes. He had been gagged, and there was no way for him to move.
"I see you're awake," a figure sashayed out of the shadows, her voice dripping with venom. Jane. She smiled and ripped off the gag.
"What are you doing?" Hissed Jeff
She cackled, a cold, cruel hearted cackle, then leant over him so they were face to face.
"I'm going to do everything you did to me, with twice the amount of pain," She grinned and picked up her knife off the bed.
"First things first," She flicked the knife between her fingers. "How's that smile coming along?"
The rips in Jeff's cheeks had healed over time, but one clean cut could bring all the blood and gore back in a second- and that's exactly what Jane did.
As she ripped through the skin, he began coughing up blood all over his already-stained white jumper. She cackled again, before dragging the smile even higher up his cheeks. The pain of fresh skin being torn caused him to scream, throwing up even more blood into the floor.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she loosened the rope around his waist, meaning she now had access to his back. Slowly, she carved a smile into the back of his body, making sure not to pierce the body hard enough to kill him, but enough to leave a mark.
"Have I ever....told you.....what a.....fucking....bitch....you are?" He panted, trying to ignore the pain.
"Have I ever told you what a sick bastard you are?" She smiled again, that evil smirk, which was all her mask allowed her to show.
After an excruciating 30 minutes of carving patterns onto his back, she dropped the knife, and went to the corner of the room to retrieve a Large barrel of something.
"What's......that....," he said almost under his breathe.
She emptied the barrel, which was full of gas, over his head, picked up a lighter, and said;
"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm going to do," And I onto him she threw the lighter.
The flames caught on him easily, and he growled as they kicked at his feet. He kicked one foot, accidentally setting fire to a floorboard. Slowly, the flames began to creep around the room until they covered the entire floor.
"Oh shit," she whispered, and ran for the door, only to miss her footing and fall into the flames. As her eyes slowly shut, the last thing she saw were two strong hands begin to pull her up.
(And we all know who's strong hands those are! 😂)