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

Chapter 28: So that's why...

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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Your eyes widened when he told you this, when he finally gave in to your request. He was actually willing to talk to you? He was actually willing to answer your questions? Well, he didn't say he would answer them; you were only going to talk but still...

Was this again some sort of trick? Was this again a way to humiliate you, to do something really horrible and then abuse you again? Or was he really agreeing to talk to you? He only stared at you, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

You then regained your tough composure, glaring at him and inhaling a deep breath. No time to think this time, you had him where you wanted him to be, so let's talk. Do the thing you had worked for.

In your head roamed tons and tons of questions, however you had no idea which one to ask first. The good and important questions were overflowed with silly, little ones. Strange, when he wasn't around you could almost make a list with things you want to ask him...

But now, when you finally got the chance... You had no idea what to ask anymore. It was as if everything you knew, everything you doubted already fell into place, which obviously wasn't the case. You decided to start a little safer, considering you had no idea whether Jeff meant it or not.

"When you knocked me out by that swimming pool... How long was I out?" Jeff only chuckled at this question, grinning wildly as his eyes flickered from his knife to you, a strange twinkle of amusement shown into those lidless orbs.

"I didn't exactly count the seconds you know. I thought a kiss would do the trick, but instead of waking up and jumping right into my arms, you kept sleeping." You felt the anger slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. Of course you should've known! Asking a question like that is bound to be followed by his sarcastic way of answering.

He was mocking you again! You wished this was like a fairytale, you wished you suddenly woke up but instead of being in his bed, it would be yours while your friends would all stand around it and telling you just had a bad dream.

But you wouldn't wake up to something as silly as a kiss. Only the dreams and imagination of children could make someone believe in something so silly. You decided to just not give up, and face him. If he didn't want to do this the easy way then why not storm right through?

"Where am I?" You dared to ask.

"In a house." You had to hold your horses and calm your mind otherwise you would jump at him, rip his head off and dug deep through the little brains he had to find the right answers. Of course you knew you were in a house! How fucking specific do you need to ask a question so that he won't be annoying as fuck!

"I know that! What is this mansion?!" You tried again, hoping that he got the hint that you didn't really find this whole situation funny anymore. You guessed not.

"This is where we live." Yeah, you could definitely do something with this answer. You got the feeling as if this whole questioning was pointless, as if he was planning on giving obvious answers the entire time.

"And with 'we' you mean crazy, insane psychopaths?" Without even thinking about it, you had blurted these words right out of your mouth. You were actually shocked and fear filled your veins as you watched Jeff's movements and expression intently.

However his smile extended and something flashed into those cold orbs of his.

"Oeh, I love how you said that. Do it again." His voice was filled with amusement, mockery and a slight sign of lust. Was he really getting into the mood just because you practically called him and insane psychopath?! Just what was he!