true insanity (jeff the killer love story.)

chapter 6

it's been 12 hours since I knocked him out. is he dead? I ask myself. not that I would care. Well.... I would feel guilty for the rest of by life, Plus, I'll never forgive myself.

I feel my stomach churn at the thought that I might have killed him. I look over are him jumping off the table crouching next to him. is he breathing? is his heart beating? millions of questions are racing through my mind.

I put my head on his chest. I hear a faint beating noise. "HE'S ALIVE!" I exclaim in relief. But then I sit there and I remind myself he will eventually wake up. shit.

I sit and ponder on what I'm gonna do. he'll kill me for sure. my attention directs itself to the restraint table. "perfect." I whisper lowly.

I strip him of everything on his body except for his boxers and t-shirt making sure he has no weapons whatsoever. I throw him over my shoulder "damn Jeff, you look skinnier than you really are!" I struggle at his weight. I throw him onto the table strapping his wrists and ankles down.

I then remember, I haven't ate in 2 days. I knew he had to have food. I walk out of the restraint room into a hallway leading to steps leading upstairs. I walk up them to find myself in a rather nice house. the walls were red with white and black furniture and a fireplace in the corner.

I walk into another room to find the kitchen. running to a fridge full of food. "Jackpot! " I say to myself before pulling out things to make a sandwich. things are good when your murderer is unconscious.

or....so I thought.