Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 8: Still unsafe

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, be prepared!

Also I'd like to thank the lovely people who gave this story a heart. Already over 50! I couldn't be more grateful.

Anyway onward with the story.

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It has been 6 days since you were stuck inside this shithole. You could only watch TV and browse some on the internet. Only a few sites were available and you weren't allowed to log into any site whatsoever. Whenever you needed to use the bathroom, you were supposed to knock on the door twice. On the other end stood two guards who were supposed to take you to the bathroom and back.

You could open the door from the inside but no one could open the door from the outside unless they had a card. Also there was a big, red button on the wall right next to the TV. It was the panic button. However you had no idea when to push it.

If the killer wanted to get into this room he had to kill every single guard on the way, pushing the button won't make anyone magically come back to life and save you, right?

You huffed as you walked over to your closet. You had just returned from a shower and was in desperate need for some sleep. By doing nothing your body became lazier with every minute and it made you really tired somehow.

You opened the closet and pulled out some undergarments. Your mother had packed further for you when you had received those disturbing messages. However of course she only packed your 'good' undergarments. The nice lacy ones which she had bought for you saying that it was for 'once you get a boyfriend'. You didn't mind them though, they were really pretty but sometimes you needed the old hipsters too.

You searched for a sleep shirt, but you could not find one. Of course not, the only one you had packed was in the laundry. You sighed as you pulled out a very old, blue t-shirt, one which was a bit tight and reached just above your bellybutton.

You shrugged it off. I wasn't like you had to impress anyone here.

You quickly scurried over to your old but somehow comfy bed and then slipped under the covers, grabbing your laptop from the small side table as you opened it. You decided to roam some sites in order for you to find a nice game to play or a funny video to watch.

However it was then you realized that you hadn't checked your email in a awhile. Even though you weren't really allowed to write emails to persons without supervision they didn't say anything about checking your email. You took a quick glance at the still closed door, it's not like they would suddenly burst inside without knocking right?

You quickly surfed to the site, entering your email address and your password. The small pulsing circle made you aware that it was still loading, probably because your mailbox was now spammed with concerned emails from your classmates.

Once your inbox was loaded properly you saw that you had 19 unread emails, most indeed of your classmates. You smiled to yourself as you opened the first one. You saw that it was from Kim, a girl which had several classes together with you.

"Dear (y/n),how are you? You have been missing for quite some days but I still wanted to give you your homework! So from the book 'history of humans' you need to read page 103 to 125. Make sure to skip page 118!"

Your smile grew even bigger as you saw what effort she had done to keep you up with the homework, nearly sending you emails every day even though you didn't respond to her.

You clicked the 'next' button, seeing that it was just some advertisement for a new hair product. You regretted the day you gave your data to this woman at that puny shop. You deleted the email, automatically popping back to the email received from your classmate before you clicked 'next' again.