Stabbed With Love: A Yandere Jeff the Killer Love Story

Chapter 12: His Revenge

Jeff's POV:

I went up to Jane's little hideout, knowing that if she took Isabel away from me, she was keeping her here. My blood boiled knowing that she took what was precious to me, keeping her for herself. Jane didn't even find Isabel, I did! Isabel is mine to keep, forever.

When I entered the small house, I could hear something in the back. I could tell it was a woman's voice by the pitch; that had to be Isabel. She must be in pain! She misses me!

As I got closer, I could tell it was moaning. It sounded like a breathy, pleasure-filled moan. With anger coursing through my veins, I ran over and opened the door to find what I hoped would never happen, ever.

Jane and Isabel were in the same bed, with no clothes, Jane on top of Isabel, and both of them had fingers inside of each other.

I snapped. A burning hate surged through me. A hate towards Jane for taking her away and doing this with her before me. And a hate towards Isabel for letting herself being taken advantage of without fighting back, and not showing this sort of love and affection to me.

Naturally, I rushed over and knocked Jane off of Isabel, making her hit the wall and tumble to the floor.

Isabel's POV:

"Jane!" I screamed.

I wrapped a thin blanket over my body to conceal it. I was about to jump out and help Jane when I felt a tug on my hair force me back down on the bed. Looking up, I saw Jeff with an insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes. His hand gripped my hair tighter when I tried to pull away, while his other hand went down to his pants.

'Oh god, no!' I thought to myself, knowing what was about to happen.

Jeff lazily pushed down his pants and underwear, just taking out his member. His gaze fixed onto mine, his smile wider than I remembered. I looked away, horrified of his stare.

He forcefully removed the blanket from my body, exposing my bare body to him. I felt him move himself on top of me, so I clenched my legs together, trying to protect myself. With a growl, he used both his hands to force my legs apart. I was about to cover up when Jeff grabbed both my wrists, pinning them above my head.

I screamed as he forced himself inside me, it was too tight, and the pain resonated throughout my entire body. Tears fell from my eyes as I looked back at Jane, who was trying to get up. She lifted her head to see what was happening; she tried to get up, but the impact hurt her too much.

I felt Jeff slide himself out and painfully forcing himself back in. The pain was indescribable; and despite it being what it was, there was no pleasure involved.

"Jeff please! Please stop!" I tried reasoning with him. My voice quivered and the tears didn't help.

"But isn't this what you wanted?" he asked while thrusting. "To show how much you love me?"

"Jeff, I love Jane, not you!" I didn't know why I said that. It just...came out.

That look on his face; it was a look of pure anger and insanity. His grip on my wrists tightened, nearly cutting off the bloodflow to my hands. His thrusting got harder and more violent, making me cry and scream in pain.

'Is this what I get for loving him? Is this my consequence for trusting him and letting him kidnap me?

It hurts...so much. It feels as if I'm being torn apart like paper. Why won't he stop? Does he not see, or even care, that he's hurting me?'

I averted my eyes from his gaze, looking over to Jane. She was on her knees, struggling to stand. I cried as Jeff continued his movements. Jane was enraged, a look of hate and anger on her face for Jeff. She managed to get on one foot, but she took too much damage.

Jeff gripped my chin, making me look back up at him. His other hand was still tightly wrapped around my wrists to keep them restrained and above my head.

"Jeff. You're hurting me," I begged.

"Yeah? You hurt me, so it's only fair."

He kissed me forcefully while I resisted his lips, not willing to fall for the same charm I had been tricked by so many times already. The hand gripping my chin let go, going down into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a large knife. Its metal blade glistened in the light, letting off a frightening and intimidating sight.

"If I can't have you," Jeff said, lifting the knife up above his head, ready to strike. "then no one ever will."

Down came the knife into my chest.