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

Chapter 17: Alive

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This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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'Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump...'

You heard something. A faint sound which was slowly filling your ears. It sounded familiar, but you had no idea where it came from. It felt so close...

Wait a minute!

It was your own heart! It was still beating! You immediately gasped, sucking in much needed air as the pressure in your chest grew stronger and stronger. Your eyes shot open, being greeted by utter darkness as your eyelids kept resisting.

Once you felt like you had control over your own body again you tried to take a look around, but it was too dark to see anything. As you tried to move your body you realized you were on a chair, hands tied behind your back while the rough, wooden material of a table was brushing against your stomach each time you inhaled.

It was then it all came back. The alarms, the gun... The killer. You just could not believe that you had shot him, several times! He never collapsed! He just attacked you like that! Oh no... Where are you? Is this where your friends met their ends?

Because of the draft slowly hovering over the bare skin on your legs, you knew you were still in your pajamas. You didn't expect anything else, and to be honest you didn't really want anything else. Being in the same clothes as you were before gave you some sort of reassurance.

You felt as if your skin was being straightened and a metal like scent filled your nostrils. You realized that you were still covered in dried up blood, making you feel sick and in need of a shower. But getting out of here was all that mattered now.

You tried to struggle against your restraints, but it was of no use. The only thing you'd managed to do was alarming the killers that you were awake, because of the tinkling of your handcuffs.

Right at that moment the door swung open, the light which emerged from the opening immediately blinding you. You closed your eyes, making sure to protect your pupils from the overload of light.

"Finally, you're awake." You heard the person huffing. You now recognized this voice, nearly cowering in fear as you heard his heavy combat boots coming closer. You begged your eyes to adjust to the light as soon as possible, because you wanted to see what he was planning.

Or maybe not.

"You took fucking long, you know that? I hate waiting, especially when that pathetic body of you is so close." His leathery fingers entangled themselves in your hair, some sort of twisted form of comforting. You swallowed the lump in your throat, before gathering the courage to speak:

"Why am I here?!" It came out of your mouth a lot less strong than planned, but you had no time to care about it. Immediately, his charred fingers gripped your hair tightly, yanking your head upwards so that you could get a good look at his deranged face.

"Don't fucking talk back to me unless asked a question, understood?!" His grip on your hair seemed to tighten with the second and you could only murmur a painful 'yes' before he had let go. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him grinning at your fear.