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

Chapter 19: The 'why'

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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He then yanked himself away from you, circling around your chair like a vulture would to a dying animal. You tried to follow him with your eyes but once he was behind your back, you could do nothing more than to listen carefully what he was about to do.

It was then you felt his hands fiddling with your restraints, you immediately tensing at the physical contact. You never liked when people were behind you so closely, and especially when those people were killers. He seemed to curse under his breath as he tugged at the metal holdings roughly.

What was he doing? He couldn't be freeing you now, could he? What good would that do?

When you felt the blood flow finally being able to get past your pulses you knew what he did. He freed you. You only gave a soft gasp as you heard the metal holdings clashing against the ground. You didn't dare to even move even though your instincts screamed at you to run.

"Get up." He only ordered, stepping into your sight while glaring down at you. You began to fear wherever he was going to take you, afraid that it might be some torture room.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, the desperation dripping off of the words. His glaring never stopped, but this time you felt his impatience radiating off of him.

"Get up." He only hissed at you, the tension in the room slowly creeping back. You didn't want to stand up, even though sitting tied up in that chair wasn't heaven either. You were scared of this man, even more scared than you were of those other two.

You slowly rose to your feet, feeling a little dizzy once you stood up straight. You had no idea for how long you had been in that chair, but you guessed it was for quite some hours, considering it felt unfamiliar to stand. You swallowed the lump which had formed in your throat, before slowly walking over to him.

He opened the door for you, and then outstretched his hand as if to tell you to go first. You didn't want to go first! Who knows what could be behind that door? A rusty, old nearly wasted corridor full of weapons? Or better yet one bloody mess of intestines and bodies sprawled across the floor?

You felt a harsh push against your lower back, making you falter forward and through the doorway before landing on your hands and knees. You wanted to yell, shaking your hands roughly to get rid of whatever sticky stuff there would be on your hands.

But there was none.

Instead, you fell onto a harsh, cold but clean concrete floor. You took a quick glance around, the walls were indeed stained with several blood splatters, but it wasn't as bad as you had expected. Maybe it was because you couldn't see it very sharply. The corridor was quite dark.

Your head snapped towards the killer, who stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. He only glared at you, demanding for you to get to your feet again. You quickly obeyed, stumbling up and searching around for where to go.

Another push was felt at your lower back, however it was a lot less rough than the one from before. You slowly walked forward, through the dark corridor. The only light noticeable came from a very small bulb hanging from the ceiling.

You noticed that there were more rooms in this corridor, but you didn't dare to look into one, afraid that it might consist something so vulgar that even your nightmares couldn't match up to it. You only stared at the dark end of the corridor, feeling the charred fingertips of Jeff nearly digging themselves into your skin as he continued to push you.