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

Chapter 20: Don't

Ok if you're here, then you have accepted the warning and you know that you are at least 120% sure that you want to read this chapter. This chapter isn't that beneficial to the story so if you aren't comfortable with these types of scenes than you can skip it. (I don't want angry parents messaging me -.-)

ok if you have thought about all of the above and the previous warning, then enjoy the chapter.

Also, this has scenes of vulgar language, abuse and rape. Just a last warning.

Enjoy :)

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Before you knew it you were roughly pulled back by your shoulders, falling backwards onto the bed with great force. You immediately tried to sit up, but a body on top of yours made moving impossible.

Realization dawned up on you; he was going to take the only thing left of your dignity.

Your virginity.

You tried to struggle against his metal like grip, kicking your legs and flailing your arms around, hoping to escape this ill fate. It was of no use. You could feel his leathery hands roam over your body, under your sleep shirt and over your naked legs.

"Jeff... P-please." You begged, praying to whatever god was up there that he would how mercy, that he somehow would listen to you. Of course he wouldn't. He was a killer, an insane, deranged and above all dangerous psychopath who would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

"Be quiet." He only huffed, digging his head into your neck as his hands continued to crawl over your skin. You could feel his teeth digging slowly into the skin of your neck and this only caused you to struggle even more. You didn't want this!

He abruptly pulled back, glaring down at you with anger, impatience and lust as something glistening in his hand caught your eye.

His knife.

Your eyes widened when the knife came closer to your face, nearly sliding along your chin as Jeff spoke:

"If you struggle again one more time I'll swear I'll cut your gutter out and use the blood as lube, understand?" Your mouth opened out of shock. You tried to speak, nod or even do anything to show him that you understood. But you were paralyzed, you were afraid.

"Understand?" He growled again, the knife slowly digging into your delicate skin as he pushed even harder. A very soft, barely audible 'yes' escaped your throat. You still stared at Jeff, hoping that this was enough for him to cool down.

"Good doll." He murmured before he moved the knife slowly over your chin, over your neck and towards your chest. With one swift and harsh tug, the knife hooked behind the neck of your shirt, making it tear apart until just below your breast.

His two hands immediately gripped both sides of the fabric, ripping it apart in a whim with no effort at all. He didn't even bother to remove the shirt from behind you; he only stared hungrily at your partially exposed bosom still safely secured by your bra.

His knife again found its way towards your chest, gliding over the skin until it came to the straps of your bra. You wanted to struggle, you wanted to kick and scream... But you were too afraid. You were almost a 100% positive that he would fulfill his threat to you, there was no doubt about that.

You felt the salty tears staining in the corners of your eye, but you didn't want to cry. You didn't want to look weak even though he was taking the last thing which made you feel human away from you. The thing you had cherished the most and saving for a guy who would really love you.