The Storm

Part 7

Riley gasped as she writhed underneath the killer. He was now sitting on Riley's chest, slowly dragging the knife down her breast. He sat up and looked with pride at his work. On The Right breast he had carved a large "J". His smile grew to enormous proportions. Riley looked up at him and marveled at how it wasn't ripping any further. "Yes...I like this." He cooed running his finger across the blood that now flowed out of the wound. "You have so many tattoos. On your legs...Your back...Down your arms....Why do you have nothing on your chest?"

Riley cut her eyes at him. How dare he even fake an interest in her. Jeff returned the look making Riley's blood curl. "I was saving the money to get my whole chest piece done at once."

Jeff howled with laughter. "Too bad. I think I will help you. I will give you your very own chest piece." The man gripped his knife harder in his hand and continued to carve letters into her skin. Riley cried out and begged him to stop. It only made Jeff dig in deeper. After what felt like an eternity for Riley, he was done. He sat back and admired his work. In the center of her chest he had carved a very messy "T" and over her left breast he had etched an even larger "K". "Much better. It's a shame you wont be able to sport this bad boy around town." He pulled the woman to her feet and drug her over to an old antique mirror. He took his hand and wiped away years of dust and dirt. Riley's eyes bulged out of her sockets. Her chest now said "JTK". He had branded her with his initials. Tears overfilled her eyes. She couldn't stop the sobs that fell from her mouth. Her legs gave out from under her as she slumped to the floor. She took her bound hands and wiped at her chest. She was desperately trying to wipe his ugly cravings off of her chest. He knelt down behind her and rubbed his face into her neck making her sobs louder.

"Come on, it's not that bad. It looks better than any of your other tattoos. Besides you wont have to live with it for much longer." He breathed into her skin making her shrink away from him. His hand darted out and grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her close to him once more. "Stop fucking doing that. What is it? Am I not good enough?! You too fucking stuck up to be touched by me? Huh?! Is that it?" He yelled as he threw the woman to the ground towards the center of the room.

Riley coughed as she pushed herself up, looking back at the man. She shook her head. "I'm not stuck up." She whispered.

Jeff crossed the room in no time flat. He grabbed Riley by her hair and made her look up at him. "Then why?"

"Y-you...scare me..." Riley whimpered.

Jeff's face oozed raw anger. He pushed Riley's face to the floor. He placed his knee on her temple, smashing her cheek into the cold hard floor. "I fucking scare you?! You snotty fucking bitch. I am fucking beautiful! I could be the next fucking Fabio. Do you understand how many women would kill to be in your shoes right now?" He seethed pinning her struggling hands to the floor. Riley could only sob. Jeff's knee made her mouth squish into fish face too much for her to answer. Jeff put all of his weight on her before he stood and turned his back to her. His breathing was labored. She was under his skin now. A position she didn't care to be in.

"Why don't you go find one of them?" Her voice rang over the old radio making Jeff's stance go rigid. He turned to face her.

"What did you just say?" He seethed through clenched teeth.

"I only mean, If you have such a fanbase....Why are you wasting you time with me?" Riley muttered looking away from the man. She had lost all her brave feeling.

Jeff walked over to her and knelt down. He grabbed Riley's chin and made her look at him. "You will soon be in my fanbase too. I promise you that. Before this is all over, you'll be begging me to fuck the shit out of you."

Riley had to hold back the gag she felt trying to force its way out. There is no way she would ever beg for someone such as, Jeff the Killer, to go anywhere near her vagina. Jeff smiled as he patted her cheek and stood up. He walked over to the workbench and leaned against it. He pulled his cigarettes out of his jeans and lit one, taking in a long puff. He exhaled and studied the woman before him. She was avoiding his gaze. His eyes fixated on his artwork across her chest making his smile pull in his cheeks once more. This was just too fun.