"W…What?" Jillian stuttered.
"I don't have all day bitch. Answer the fucking question before I get bored with you." Jeff threatened, pushing the knife closer to the skin on her neck.
"I doubt that, and I'm Jill."
Jeff froze. 'What the hell do you mean you doubt it?" He growled. "I'm a merciless killer. I could gut you and keep you alive just so you could watch. I wouldn't challenge my abilities if I were you."
"You haven't killed me yet. You had a couple opportunities, but you never did. I can guess that you did not let that Slenderman thing kill me either." She tilted her head quizzically at him. "If you really had the ability to kill me, then why haven't you done it already?"
Jeff remained motionless. The main thing he hated was that this girl…Jillian… was completely right. He could strangle her and listen as she gasped for breath. He could cut her open, poke and prod at all the organs inside her and slice them open one at a time. Or, he could possibly keep her tied up for a few days and torture her. Even with every sick way that he could murder her, something about her would not let him.
"You can't even give me an answer, can you Jeffry?"
Jillian was about to realize what a mistake that was. Jeff dropped the knife and wrapped his hands around her neck. He lifted her off the ground, which was not difficult since he was a few inches taller than her and was definitely strong. She kicked her legs at him as he held her against the wall. Her hands were pulling unsuccessfully at his, as a few faint squeals escaped her mouth as Jeff tightened his grip. Jeffery, he thought, feeling his psychotic smile stretch across his face. Jeff began relentlessly banging her head against the wall. After about the fifth time he did so, he was hitting her completely unconscious body. Jeff knew this, but kept going. It satisfied the feeling to watch her doll like body flopping around as he kept slamming her head. Finally, he dropped her to the floor.
Jeff the pulled her up by the hair and dragged her to the bed. He looked over the unmoving body and looked at her closed eyes. He hated them. He hated her. He wanted to know why he had not killed her already. He growled and put the knife to her throat. He had done it to humor himself, because even he knew he would never be able to slit her skin.
Jeff continued to stare at her and watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed in and out. He walked over to her door and locked it. Since it was a Friday, and he figured that she did not have plans (which would not have made a difference either way to him), he decided that he might as well get to know this girl over the weekend. Jeff cradled her in his arms and moved towards that window. He then scowled at himself and switched her position so that she was thrown over his shoulder, for there was no reason he needed to act like he cared about her.
Jeff climbed out the window and onto the tree while carrying her. He considered dropping her to the ground, but that could kill her. If…when… he killed her, he wanted her to be alive. Otherwise there would be no satisfaction from it.
Once he got to the ground, Jeff walked to the forest. He readjusted Jillian a few times on his shoulder and switched sides when his shoulder started to get sore. After the thirty minute walk, Jeff came to a small cabin. He had followed a couple there a few months ago. He killed them, of course, but kept tabs on the cabin as a place for him to rest after a long night.
Jeff kicked the door open and tossed Jillian's still unconscious body on the couch in the living area. He walked to the fridge and grabbed something to eat. He mainly kept it stocked with food he stole from his victims.
Jillian stirred and Jeff snapped back to beside the couch. He reached for the knife in his hoodie pocket, but stopped because as soon as she opened her eyes the feeling would fade away. She opened her eyes and looked at him, not aware of the new surroundings she had been placed in.
"Let's get something straight." Jeff hissed. "I will ask the questions. You will answer them and won't make any smart comments."
Jillian nodded and then looked around. She opened her mouth to ask where she was, but stopped herself and looked back at Jeff.
Jeff stared at her, thinking of what he could ask. "Your name is Jillian."
"Yes." She responded. It was not a question, but Jeff did not mention anything of it.
He paused. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. I'm turning eighteen in a few months."
"I didn't ask you when you were turning eighteen."
"Well, I told you anyways." She stuck her tongue out.
Jeff thought about grabbing her by the tongue, or ripping it out. "What grade are you in?"
"Twelfth grade. Senior year of high school."
"You're staying with me for the weekend."
"Says who?" She responded, raising her eyebrow. "I don't remember agreeing to anything like that."
"Me, and I don't recall ever asking for your permission." He got up and moved a curtain away from the window, looking outside into the forest. He glanced back at her. She ran her hand through her brunette hair. She was not beautiful in anyway, but she was not horribly ugly either; just somewhere in the middle.
Jeff caught himself and tried to change his train of thought by asking another question. "Do you a boyfriend?" Well, that did not help him much at all.
Jillian blushed. "I don't think that's any of your business."
He chuckled. "Well…" He tried to think of something to say.
"Is it true?" She asked suddenly. "What they say about you, I mean. Did you really kill your entire family? Liu?"
Jeff was at her side in a moment, his hand squeezing her throat again. "You don't fucking say a word about that. Understood, you fucking bitch?" He yelled. Jillian nodded silently in response.
Jeff could feel his blood lust building up. He dropped his head down and began breathing heavily. Jillian looked at him with some wild concern. "Hey, are you okay?" She put her hand on his shoulder and tried to maneuver her head so she could see him.
"I'm…fine…" He barely got out. He could just make out her face from underneath his greasy black hair. "I…I'll be going out. You won't leave. If you do, I'll kill your family."
Jillian sat back in the sofa. "Where would I go? I'm not going to wonder around aimlessly by myself." Jeff scowled and walked out of the cabin, ready to find his next kill.
