Love with my kidnapper (Jeff the killerxReader)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 of love with my kidnapper

Readers point of view.

"Jeff" I whined as I laid on the couch. "I'm bored." I said as I turned over on my stomach. "sorry" he said as he kept polishing his knife. I pouted a little. "how about we get to work on those pictures" I said quietly. Jeff went pale, well paler. He froze. "If that's what you want. Than okay." He finally said. "Good, cause I already have ideas. Do you know where we could take them?" I asked as I got up and made my way over to him sitting in the chair. "no, maybe outside." He said not looking up at me. I looked behind him. "What's in there?" I asked as I pointed to the door behind him. He looked up and followed my gaze. "You don't wanna go in there" he said simply. "and why not, are you hiding anything in there?" I asked as I walked around him and to the door. It was old and dusty. The hinges that were holding it in place were rusty, and cobwebs were beginning to form around the door. I put my hand on the cold handle and began to turn it. I felt Jeff put his hand on mine.

"don't." He said. "just don't, trust me y/n you don't want to see what's in there." He added. "What are you so desperate to hide. If your worried I'll run away again, don't be. I won't run, I promise." I told him as I turned the knob even more. "I said no. Don't open this door." He said as his grip on my hand tightened. "Jeff I'm gonna find out what's here. Don't try to stop me" I said as I tried removing his hand. Jeff opened his mouth to respond but there was a loud bang outside. "I'll go see what it is. You stay. And don't open this door." He said ad he grabbed his knife and headed outside. As soon as he was outside I took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. It squeaked with every movement. It was a basement. I took one step down and than another. The steps were old as well. They didn't look very sturdy so I watched where I was going. I soon made it to the end of the steps and looked for a light switch and found one quickly.

I flicked it on and gasped at what I saw. There was someone hung up on the wall, their guts hanging out from their body. I took one step forward and stepped on something squishy. I looked down. It was a tongue! Someone's tongue was in the floor, cut from someone's mouth! I covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I felt my breathing grow heavier. I looked to my right and saw more scattered body parts. All kinds of body parts. Fingers, arms, hands, eyes, toes. Anything on a human being. Even bones. I felt my eyes water and blinked away tears. 'Jeff' I thought as if I were calling for help. I looked to my left and just saw a table of blood covered, rusty tools. "Help me." I heard a raspy voice call out. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw some guy hanging from the ceiling. His eye hanging down his cheek and one arm missing. He had gashes, not cuts, gashes covering his body. I felt hot tears run down my face as I started backing up and breathing heavily. I backed into something. I turned around to see what it was. It was Jeff. "I told you not to come down here." He said darkly. More tears spilled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the steps quickly and closed the door behind us. Once we were upstairs I clung to him for as if he were life itself. I started crying more. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! What was that? Who was that?! How is he still alive?!" I began questioning Jeff. He soon confessed that a couple of buddies of his come around sometimes with some random person and for kicks they torture them. "I assume those buddies are creepypastas right?" I asked after I calmed down. He nodded. I sighed. "you know, that would be perfect for the pictures." I said with a smile. Jeff looked up at me surprised. "So your not freaked out about that?" He asked still very shocked. "a little yes. But I can get over it. Just please kill that guy. He's creepy" I said with a shrug. "all right. Just stay here, and listen to me for once" he said getting up. I nodded as I watched him go down the steps and into the dark basement. I soon heard the male beg for his life, begging for Jeff to let him go. He was just begging for anything but death. Than he started screaming for help, and than nothing. Just silence. Jeff came back upstairs covered in blood. I avoided his gaze.

"You wanting to do this now? Or later?" He asked. I waited a moment before answering. "yea. Let's do it now" I answered. "but I need a minute" I said as I walked into our bedroom. I closed the door and locked it behind me. I picked up the knife under my pillow and took a deep breath. 'Jeff will probably kill me for this ' I thought. I lifted my shirt and began to dig the cold blade into my skin. I hissed in pain as I felt warm blood slide down my skin. I looked at the cut I made on my side. It wasn't that deep, I didn't want it to be. I made a couple more cuts on my sides and my arms. I soon pulled my shirt over my head and made cuts on my shoulders. I than peeled off my jeans and made cuts on my thighs and all up and down my legs. I sighed and set the knife down on the nightstand. I didn't bother putting my own clothes back on, I wanted to show the new cuts in the pictures we were gonna take. So I just walked out of the room in my underwear, and bra. Jeff looked up at me and gasped at what he saw. "Y/n" he said softly. "I wanted to make them look real. Its fine, they don't hurt" I lied about the last part. He stayed quiet but looked away. "Come on. Its fine Jeff, I did this, you didn't. Its fine" I said with a smile as I picked up the camera and the duck tape. He sighed and got up. "Just because I didn't do it, doesn't mean I like or am okay with it" he said as he made his way downstairs. I followed after him. The male that was soon hanging from the ceiling was in the floor. Dead. A pool of blood focused around him.

I took a strip of duck tape off the roll and pressed it hard against my mouth. I raised my hands up above my head and waited for Jeff to cuff me wrist to the shackles hanging from the ceiling. I shut my eyes and felt him cuff the shackles to my wrists and I felt myself lift up a little. I opened my eyes and saw I was just hanging there, just a little ways off the ground. I looked up at Jeff who stood facing the opposite direction. He took a deep breath and than let it out before facing me. He slowly picked up the camera and took the first photo. I looked down, I always felt shy in front of a camera. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wasn't scared, it was just for the effect. Jeff took another picture as my wounds still poured out blood. The only way I was able to cry was think of painful memories. Memories of how my family was before, it was better. Now I had a drunk for a mother, a bully for a father, the bullies at school and felt all alone. But than Jeff came in, he's all I need to be happy. Another picture. More tears. Picture. Tears. Picture. Tears. "is that enough?" Jeff asked. I shook my head no. Jeff simply nodded. I tried to speak. "What?" He asked looking me in the eyes. He took the tape off my mouth and I took in a breath. "hand me the knife. Please." I said. He undid the cuffs and let me down. I took the knife and dug it deeper into my side. I did the same to both thighs and the same to my cheek. I did one on my stomach and another on my leg. All of them deeper than before and pouring out more blood. I was soon mostly covered in blood. "done?" Jeff asked. "Done" I said with a slight smile. He cuffed me back to the shackles and I soon felt them rise up again.

Jeff stopped for a moment and stared at me deep in thought. "Mmm!" I exclaimed to get his attention. He looked at me. "Sorry just thinking." Jeff said as he placed down the camera. He picked up his knife and began walking towards me. I remained calm, I knew he wasn't going to do anything to harm me. He reached up and cut my bra strap, only one so my bra would stay on. Than he began slowly and carefully cutting at my panties. Not to tear them off, but to make them look like they've been cut. He than backed away admiring his handy work. "There, perfect." He said eyeing me. He took another picture. After a couple more Jeff stopped and looked at me and said "Y/n I think we have enough, I'll let you down now" he said as he began already undoing the cuffs. I took the tape off my mouth and rubbed my eyes a little. Than an idea came to mind. "Jeff, what if not only we take pictures but I can write a letter!" I said happily. Jeff just stared at me with a 'what the fuck are your talking about' look. "I mean write a little, of the supposed things your doing to me. Trust me I know exactly what to write that'll crush his heart!" I said with a smile. Jeff just shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat sweetheart" he said as he turned to go upstairs. I giggled, I knew exactly what to write.