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

Chapter 21: After the deed

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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You were lying in the bed, your gaze focussed on the small window next to you. You shivered a little from the cold, but you couldn't care less, not after what he had done to you. He had abused you, dishonored you and above all humiliated you.

There was no other way to describe it. Jeff was snoring loudly, his back facing yours as he had claimed the blankets in a tight grip. It felt so wrong to you that he didn't even feel the slightest bit concerned about your wellbeing. Not that you expected him to, his intentions were clear.

A sudden pressure in your lower belly made you aware that your bladder was about to explode and you slowly sat up, not daring to move too much in case you would wake up Jeff. You took a quick glance over your shoulder, to see whether he was still sleeping.

Thank god he was.

You carefully stood up, grabbing the windowsill as support because your legs couldn't handle the weight and the pain. It was now you could feel the consequences of his actions clearly, because standing on your feet was almost impossible.

You clenched your teeth shut and slowly took one step at a time once you felt your body could handle it. You had no idea where the bathroom would be, but a wild guess told you that the door across the bed was the one you were looking for.

With each step you took your head turned towards Jeff, praying that he would stay asleep. On the floor were several dirty clothes, along with the leftovers from your clothes. You bended down, grabbed a dirty but long shirt off of the ground and pulled it on.

You couldn't care less if Jeff was going to be mad at you for doing that. It was a dirty shirt anyway and you couldn't stand being naked while being in his presence. This shirt covered at least a little of your naked skin, and you were glad for that.

Once you had finally reached the door, your shaking hand got a hold of the knob and you twisted it. The door opened with a soft creak and the little light you got from the moon shining through the window confirmed that it was a bathroom.

You stepped inside, your hand softly touching the wall in order to find the light shift. Once you had found (what you thought was) the light knob you closed the door softly and then clipped it on. Your eyes needed some time to adjust to the sudden illumination, but once you could open the again you were flabbergasted.

The bathroom was quite nice and above all clean. There was a white porcelain toilet next to the sink with a mirror. A shower stood across the toilet and at the end of the room was a small but comfortable looking bathtub. You were amazed that a killer like that could have a bathroom this nice.

Once you did your business you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your own reflection for a while. You hadn't even been here for days and you already looked like a ghost. Your hair was greasy and messy, your face covered with blood and dirt, just like the rest of your body. One of your eyes was blue and the big bump on your forehead made you look like a unicorn.

You had no idea how Jeff could even find you the slightest bit of attractive when you looked like this, but looking at his own face you guessed he had some sort of deranged picture of beauty. If it even was about being attractive or not.

Maybe you weren't the only one; maybe your friends had also undergone this kind of abuse. You shivered at merely the thought of it. If there was one thing certain it was that you would jump in front of a train for them, you would do anything to save them from any harm even if it would cost you your own life.