Jeff x Reader

Chapter 15

You'd been led on the bed for about an hour, and you were getting bored.
Not long after Jeff spanked you he left to go make breakfast. After 10 minutes he called for you, but you ignored him, not wanting to go down.
Something about his spanking excited you, but you also hated him for it. You thought that he wouldn't hurt you, but he did. He hurt you badly. You thought about running away, but you didn't know where you were. You could probably steal some of his money for food, and book into a hotel until you get a job and apartment. You could pay him back after....
There was a knock at the door. Jeff looked into the room, but you blocked him out.
'Baby, are you alright?'
You continued to ignore him.
Jeff sat on the end of the bed, and ran his hand along the bottom of your leg.
'I'd prefer it if you told me what was wrong. If you tell me I might be able to help. I don't know what's bothering you if you don't tell me.'
'I don't like you being upset baby and I want to help'
You turned to him. His eyes were full of worry, and his face looked softer and more caring.
'I didn't like it... When you spanked me.'
His face changed. He looked more angry that sad now.
'Shit. I should've asked you if you allowed that before I did it. I was angry and I got carried away. I'm so sorry.'
'It's not something to stop eating over though. Come down and have something to eat. I'll get something for you to put on your ass if it's still hurting. I won't do it again, I'll promise you that.'
Jeff's words seemed sincere and true, and you believed him. He left and returned with a small bottle, before leaving again. You ignored the bottle, the pain had subsided enough to not need it, and followed him out, into the kitchen.

There was some pancakes and hot chocolate on the table, and you could hear soft music playing somewhere in the room. Jeff was going through the large pile of newspapers in the corner of the room. A large stack was on the counter, stopping you from seeing him. He was sorting through them, putting the paper on the floor that served no use to him. There was a new newspaper towards the top, and you pulled it off.
"Maniac serial killer strikes fourth street"
"The infamous hooded killer had taken new victims last week on fourth street, causing panic throughout the neighbourhood. The hooded killer, known as Jeff the killer, had been seen by a survivor, who gave a description of what they had witnessed."
'Jeff'
He looked at you from around the newspapers.
'Is every article like this one?'
'Yes'
'Is there any reason you take any interest in a killer wearing a white hoodie called Jeff... Or is it all just a coincidence?'
Jeff looked at you, his eyes sad. You could see he was hiding something from you.
'There is a lot I haven't told you. And I think its about time that I came clean to you...'