Paint The World With Red (Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Part Three

I woke up in a dark room that smelled thick of vodka. I struggled to lift my hand up but they were tightly locked up behind me. No! God... What the hell did I get myself into!?!? "Your awake.. Gooooood..." No. Oh god. Please.. Anyone but.. "Mr. ... Mr. Smith?..." "Missed me? I know you did..." A tall man with messy hair walked out from the shadows of the dark room. He was young (23 or 24) and slim but built and wore a black suit. In his hand he held a long, leather whip. "No.. Not you.. It can't be.." I stared at him with disbelief

Mr. Smith was the real reason me and Adam Spit up, Adam basically worked for Mr. Smith. I was the fish, Adam was the bait, and Mr. Smith was that creepy guy who reals them in. Adam brought him girls to use as sex slaves. When I found this out on my own it was almost to late, but I quickly got of of his radar and disappeared, From him I mean.

Oh.. And did I mention that Mr. Smith was my tutor for years?

"I'm so happy we have the chance to catch up," He said, bending down and stroking my cheek softly. I spat a wad of spit in his face, making him cringe. Then slapping me. Once he was done I lifted my head up at him, it really hurt.. And stung. He pulled me off of my seat and flung me on the ground. I squirmed and shouted for help. "No on will hear you so save your breath." He pulled me up against the wall and sat on top of me, his face directly in front of mine. "Shhhh.... Be quiet darling.." Before I knew it out lips were intwined together, I felt his tongue against mine. His hands wondering were they shouldn't.

KILL ME NOW!

Only seconds before he escalated anything, we heard a large crash came from the other room. He turned and looked back at me. "Wait a second doll... I'll be right back." He got up and left the room. "No no.. Take your time." I laid my head against my shoulders. That was my first kiss.. But I'm not going to count it.. It's just not FAIR! I hung my head over and cried. I'm probably not getting out of here for awhile.

I heard him come back in, his shoes shuffled over to me. "Please.. Just go away! Stop harassing me and LEAVE!" "If you really feel that way." A voice from above me said. Only it wasn't Mr. Smith. "J-Jeff?" I stuttered, lifting my head up to see him. Jeff bent down, concern struck his face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" "Y-YES! I'm fine I'm fine!" I was over joyed! My knight came to rescue me! Actually more like my killer came to my rescue! Okay both are ridiculous...

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