Tales of a Madman (Jeff the killer romance)

Thorns don't cut that deep

"Where are we going?" A question I did not want to hear. "Were almost there." I replied still dragging him by his hand. "Jeff, I'm scared. I've never been in the woods alone, especially not this late at night. I don't like it.." Did he ever shut up? I thought bitterly as he kept ranting about how late it was.  It was only 10:57. I wish he would shut up before I made him. I love him but, sometimes he was so annoying, not to mention a bit square. I don't mean to be rude but, I just want to have a little fun sometimes. He hates the knife I always carry with me; thinks i'll hurt myself but, I think he is more concerned about himself really. I'm not just a killer. That's all people talk about, the killer side of me.  "Jeff the killer takes a new victim." I thought mockingly. I kill the people I hate to spare the people I love. My parents never loved me and I never loved them. I need to stop thinking so much, I'm giving myself a headache. 

"Jeff, Jeff? JEFF!" I hear but show no concern to, what was I thinking? Parents? Love? Killing? Oh well, I'm just glad that-    

What the- "JEFF!!!!!" Oh.. It's _______. Is he talking to me? What is he saying? Why can I not hear him? Then, all of a sudden, a sharp pain in my right side... Thorns? Did I fall? I finally slip out of my semiconscious state. "Where am I" I ask. "You fell in a thorn bush, I didn't see it in time, you had already fallen. I'm sorry, Jeff. Are you okay? Oh my, Jeff, you're bleeding.." He pointed out the blood pouring from my sides and forearms. How did a thorn bush cut that deep? "Umm, thanks for trying I guess... The blood will be okay.. It's just a little. I've had deeper cuts." I say softly. "Hey, Jeff" He said after helping me out of the bush. I was turned, back facing him, taking thorns off my cloths and out my skin. "Yeah?" I ask turning around. I met his lips in a kiss. First a bit forced then soft and gentle. I didn't want this to end, I no longer felt the pain of gashes in my flesh or the stickiness of drying blood on my body. All I wanted was this. What seemed like forever was only about five seconds, five beautiful seconds. It was me who finally broke the kiss.

"We should keep going, don't you think?" He said. I could see the blush spreading across his face despite the darkness. He was so adorable, I couldn't help but smile. "Why are you smiling?" He asked offensively. "Nothing, at nothing, Just how adorable you are.. and how you're mine." I replied smartly* "I, am not yours you know. I am whomever's I want to be" Why does he always reply to me that way? "You ARE mine, And you want ME. I own you." I didn't want to hurt him but, I will. I have before and I will again. "Why are you talking to me like that?" I ask quietly while looking at the ground. He is going to kiss his me then treat me like this? "Talking to you like what?" Why is he playing dumb?

I jump on top him. I straddle him and put my knife to his throat. I can see the fear in his eyes. If only he would listen. "Now," I said, "My dear pet, why speak to your owner this way? I only wish that you obey me." Then, a thought occurred to me. You see, this is a new pet. His other owner must not have trained him well. "Who was your other owner?" I asked. "W-what? A-an owner? I-I didn't have an own-owner." He stammered out a bit surprised I hadn't hurt him yet. He was owner-less? Maybe he was an owner himself. I pushed that out my mind. Of course he was not an owner. He is so weak. "You see, I am your owner now. My pet, I will not harm you if you only listen to me." With that I saw him calm a bit. He was so beautiful in the moonlight. Was I still sitting on him? 

I should probably get off of him.. Well, I kinda like this. I can't help but get a little hard seeing him so helpless.  I lean down and gently press my lips to his. He kisses me back, Hungrily if you ask me. Why is he doing this to me? He acts like he hates me but, then he lets me kiss him. I slowly deepen the kiss. What he does next surprises me. He reaches down and he starts to rub my inner thigh. I'm aback by this sudden movement. Maybe he really does like me. 

My first story... Sorry it's short, it's kind of late. Written in Jeff the killers POV. I don't know what to name this guy... Any ideas? I would enjoy a few...  Gratias bellum occisoribus tenebris!