Chains: Eyeless Jack X Reader

Chapter 4

  {Jack's POV}

            Numbness filled his mind as he lay sprawled on the floor, his scalpel lying just out of his limp reach. A syringe protruded from the side of his neck, filling his body with numbness. His own tool, turned against him. How ironic. A shadow loomed over him as his intended victim stared down at him, his mouth curled into a somewhat manic smile as he picked up the scalpel to remove it from Jack's range. "Don't worry," he cooed, kneeling by Jack with a crazed smile. Crazy. This man was crazy. As Jack's consciousness faded, he faintly heard the man say, "I won't hurt you. You'll be my pet, my very special pet..."

            Jack smirked at the daughter of the man who had held him hostage for so long, savoring the look of fear on her face as he held her chin. Fear was such a wonderful emotion, it made his blood race, his heart pound with excitement. Seeing the raw terror in people's eyes as they helplessly watched him slowly cut into them was one of his favorite parts of hunting. It had been so long since he'd last seen that look, and to finally see it again in [Name]'s [e/c] orbs gave him a much-needed sense of power after spending so long feeling powerless.

            He had no intentions of harming [Name], though. She had saved him, after all. Even if she hadn't been the one to kill his captor, she had been the one to release him from his restraints. She could have easily never entered the basement and just left, leaving him there until he died of starvation. Right now, she was probably regretting that decision.

            "Do you think you can answer a few questions?" he asked with a sweet smile, fully aware that strings of flesh and muscle still clung to his shark-like teeth. Ah, the fear in her eyes, so sweet, so delicious-looking. She opened her mouth but no sound came out, obviously too afraid to speak, so instead she just nodded. "Good." Jack released her chin and her head limply fell forward, while he stepped back to give her some space.

            Interrogating people was a rather tricky process; it required just the right amount of fear so that they would answer honestly, but not just agree to avoid punishment. Based on the look on her face, he should be fine to start now. "I'll start with a simple one. What was that man's name?"

            "B... Buddy. Buddy [l/n]." Buddy? That man was no buddy of his. Or hers, Jack thought with a glance at the bandages.

            "Is that his real name?"

            "I... I think so...? A-at least, he said it was... I th-think..." Hmm...

            "Alright," he said, deciding not to press any further. It didn't really matter anyway. If she called him "Buddy", it was probably his primary moniker and that was enough for him. "What was your relation to him?"

            "I..." She paused, trying to find the right words. "Um, he was kind of like my... uncle...? H-he took care of me since I was a little kid, and—" She suddenly stopped, looking at him in horror. The look on her face clearly portrayed her thoughts.

            "I'm not interested in getting revenge on you for his actions," Jack told her off-handedly. "I wish I'd been the one to kill him, but he's dead and I got a meal, so I'm satisfied."