Jeff's p.o.v.
She smelled like alcohol. Not her breath but her clothes. Where did she just come from? A party? A club? Whatever, I don't care. I just want to have a little fun. Once I reached Laughing Jack and I's house, I kicked the door down to my room and tossed her onto my bed. I took my hoodie off and threw it in my closet. She would be waking up soon. I grabbed her wrists and bound them with some rope near my door. I ran next-door to Jack's room and got my tape back. I wrapped the tape around her mouth a couple times before throwing the rest of it to the side. Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. "Time to have some fun." I said eagerly.
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My Fallen Angel: A Jeff the Killer Novel
FanfictionJeff has been a lost soul for the past 15 years of his life. Until he runs into Bailey. When Bailey was nine, her mother was brutally murdered and has lived with her father ever since. The killer still hasn't been found but that's not what's worryi...
