My Fallen Angel: A Jeff the Killer Novel

Chapter 6

Bailey's p.o.v.

My head hurt.... A lot. Once I opened my eyes, I could see the dark figure that was chasing me. I started to hyperventilate and struggled to move. Crap... My hands were bound. I looked down at my feet and, luckily, they weren't bound. I looked back at the figure and before he could do anything, I kicked him as hard as I could in the jaw bone. My foot ached but he didn't even flinch. "Is that all you've got?" He muttered. A tear then rolled down my face and the figure stared at it as if it was the last thing he would ever see. "Don't cry," the figure whispered, "I just want to have a little fun, that's all." Another tear rolled now my now burning red face. What was he going to do. Would it be quick? Would it be painful? I suddenly heard an ear piercing scream emulating from the room next-door. I tried to scream but the tape kept my muffled cries within. The figure then bound my legs to the bottom of the bed. Flashbacks of my dad started running through my head. The way he would touch me. I would tell him to stop, but he would just hit me up the side of the head and continue touching me. I would cry myself to sleep every night just thinking about it. By the time my feet were bound, I snapped back to reality. The figure then ran his slightly warm hands up my trembling thighs. I tried screaming once more but another muffled sound emulated. The figure stopped once he reached the bottom of my shirt. He looked at me and a malicious smile spread across his face. It was like he had one plastered on there the whole time but this time he smiled a little more. A flashback of my dad ran through my head and I screamed against the tape, "Daddy stop!" The figures smile then disappeared and he glanced at me sideways. "What do you mean 'Daddy stop'?"