true insanity (jeff the killer love story.)

chapter 7

Jeff's pov

I wake up on the restraint table with an almost unbearable headache. I look around. that BITCH escaped. I feel the anger grow in me. I wait until I calm down and I unstrap myself from the table. (considering I have experience with straight jackets it was no problem.)

I walk upstairs into the living room to see the kitchen light on, hearing footsteps I walk to the doorway to see her finishing a sandwich. perfect. she's still here. I smile to myself waiting for her to turn around.

she finally starts putting things back into the fridge. now is the perfect time. I step out into the kitchen with one swift movement I pin her against the wall. " your in for it." I grin at her. "Oh! Yay!" her say in a smartass attitude. I roll my eyes dragging her to the torture room.

it was no problem cuffing her wrists to the ceiling by chains.(considering she did it willingly.) and to make sure she doesn't kick me in the head,again, I chain cinder blocks to her ankles. " now what? " she rolls her eyes. " you really want to die,don't you?" I ask. " I'll die either way. your not letting me go anyways." she points out. " true,true" I smile. she had a point I must say.

I walk to the closet of weapons. my eyes scan the killing utensils before landing on the classic carving knife. "that's the one" I whisper to myself pulling it out. I walk towards her hoping to see fear in her eyes. But I see nothing.

I break my glance from her eyes. I look down at my knife. the possibilities are endless. I cut her shirt off revealing her entire upper half. 'damn.' I think to myself before shaking off the thought. focus Jeff,focus.

I run the sharpened end along the left rib cage. I watch her wince in pain as a tear begins to form at the rim of her eye. I then steady the knife plunging it into the bone. she throws her head back and yelps. I frown to myself before pulling back my knife. looking at her stomach I drag my knife along her soft skin. She starts bleeding our of her mouth after I stab her one good time. I hear the the pain in her voice as she says 'finish me'.

I'm taken aback by that demand. I feel bad for making her feel that much pain. I don't know why. I fall to my knees starting to weep. "what the Hell is wrong with you?! FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY! " she screams angerly. "I can't.... I can't do it!" I cry. "why the fuck not?!" she says starting to crying in pain. the tears rolling down her face. "i-i don't know" I look up at her. she looks at her wounds closing her eyes before looking at me. "fuck you." she snarls as I watch her pass out from agonizing pain. I take her down and uncuffing her wrists and ankles taking her to another room fixing her up.

I sit and cry afterwards. why am I guilty? could this be....dare I say it. "love?" I'm just so confused  

I am not capable of feeling love am I? I mean...can murderers love?