His To Keep (Jeff the Killer)

Pain

"Mom?" I called out. My eyes snapped open and scanned the dark room. I slowly came to, my mind slightly calming down from racing with so many thoughts on where I was and where my parents or the housekeeper were, but reality hit me like a truck. I wasn't home... No it was the opposite, I was far from home with my kidnapper.

Letting out a frustrated cry, I wriggled angrily in the bed, throwing off the stuffy and warm sheets off of me. Midway, I stopped when an excruciating pain shoot up my body. I felt so heavy and sore.

God! This feeling was definitely very familiar... Middle School? Was that when PE had always made everyone sore?

I let out a strangled groan, shifting my body in a more comfortable position but internally cried in annoyance.

I could feel a layer of sweat covering my skin, my body burning to the core, and my body heavy and drained of all energy. To summarize it all, I felt so... Icky!

"You're awake... Good."

My head snapped towards the door, my eyes landing on my captor who bared a tray with food. He moved closer to me, placing the tray on the table before nearing me. I flinched at our closeness and could only shiver in my place as he reached his hand out towards me.

With eyes squeezed shut, I felt the rough texture of his hand over my forehead before he pulled away, allowing his fingertips to linger over half my face. I shuddered in my spot, clearly not daring to open my eyes.

I could hear him pace around the room, his footsteps echoing in the room as he whistled. Opening my eyes, I stared at him.  He was in the corner of the room, by the olden couch where he lifted a pile of blankets and tossed it over me.

I watched as he ripped the sheets on the bed off and let them rest on the couch. My eyes were trained on the small splotches of something red on the bed sheets. What?

The bunches of blankets were ripped from my grasp and placed on the bed where his back faced me.

"Sleep." He gruffly commanded.

I blinked before I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. In less than a second, he was by my side and pushing me roughly onto the bed.

The door slammed shut behind me and silence overwhelmed the room. I glanced back towards the couch where the sheets were, and they were gone.

Blood. That was definitely blood... But was it mine– Now that was a stupid question... Of course it was mine, no one else slept on it. But where did it come from? Maybe....

I lifted the bottom of the white sweater ever so slowly, and watched for any sign that there was blood. Finally, when I reached my thighs, I was able to see the blood that was lightly smeared over the wound that I received not to long ago.

The wound opened up... I sighed in a bit of relief. My thoughts then trailed towards the other wound that had been inflicted on me along with the one on my thigh. Lifting the hem further up, more blood came to view. It was smudged over my hip with small dots of blood oozing from the healing letters.

I frowned.

Was this normal? Cuts don't usually open up from sleep or anything after having it for days... My thought trailed off as my focus moved to elsewhere. Damn him.

I buried myself into the bed. Dust attacked my nostrils and a large wave of throbs courses through my head before I knew it. I groaned.

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I snapped my eyes open the moment I felt something long and hard be jammed into my mouth. I felt movement before whatever it was, separate and push my mouth open. Black strands of hair filled my vision and immediately tears welled up in my eyes.

What is he doing? Is–Is he going to cut my tongue out?!

I felt something small hit the back of my throat and activate my gag reflex. A long slim object suppressed my tongue from moving and my jaw from clamping shut.

My body jerked under his weight that pinned my torso. There was a slight fear that he would crush my chest if he put anymore pressure on it. My hands that were not restrained flew towards his face and tried the push him back. I fought through the painful ache in my arms and instead focused on my hands that were clawing and forcing his face away from me.

A sudden gush of water poured down into my mouth and I was then finally able to notice the water bottle that was barely visible in the corner of my eye. I choked and tried to cough but he still held my mouth open and had me pinned down. My arms went weak when small droplets splashed into my eyes and some of the water that was forced into my mouth overflowed and entered my nostrils.

I was surely going to die.

He released me then and there. I saw two his fingers withdraw from my mouth, soaking wet. He lifted his body off of me and allowed me to cough and wheeze myself away.

I heard the door open and close shut before the lock clicked. Tears blurred my vision.

On the nightstand, I was able to make out a small orange item standing erect beside a crumpled up object. I reached for it, clutching onto my throat that now released heavy pants that delivered air to my lungs before grabbing a hold of the hard object.

I inspected it. Reading the white and yellow paper on it before realizing it was a prescription of some kind with a name on it.

Gwen... Simons... Ibuprofen? What?

I dropped the bottle and carefully laid back onto the now wet bed.

What was going on?