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

Chapter 33: A code?

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore. Be prepared!

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You immediately stood still, not daring to move as Jeff opened the door and entered the room. Why in the world would you even go in there with them in the room? What are they going to do? Torture you again? Try other things?

You had no idea why they would even want to see you. You had no more information about this whole project; you couldn't give them more than they already had. Then why specifically ask for you all the way in this rat hole where killers are lurking around? You wish you knew.

Jeff gave you a quick glance, the evil flash seen in his eyes for a mere moment told you to come inside and listen. You on the other hand were still hesitating who to listen to. You didn't want to listen to Jeff; on the other hand you also didn't want to listen to them.

It was then you felt a hand wrap itself roughly around your pulse, before a harsh tug was given and you moved forward into the dark room. The cold and tension had hit you like a wrecking ball as you immediately covered up your naked arms in order to keep yourself warm.

A scent so vulgar filled your nose once you had set one foot inside of the room. You recognized it immediately, and memories of Lola's deformed body filled your mind. Oh my god. You just hoped that it wouldn't be any of your other friends, but your gut told you not to keep too much hope.

You covered your nose with your hand as you searched around for anyone in the room. Right at that moment the light sprung on and you closed your eyes out of a reflex quickly. You heard footsteps, someone brushing past you and then voices:

"We asked for the girl, we didn't need her nanny with her." The mocking voice exclaimed, ready to get on the bad side of Jeff. It was as if he was aiming for it.

Masky.

"Shut up, assfucker. Just what do you wingus and dingus want from her? "It was now that you felt comfortable opening your eyes. You still had no idea how Jeff could even see so quickly after the change of illumination, but you guessed that because he had no eyelids, his nerves were damaged or something like that.

You were greeted by a room filled with blood, gore, intestines and other filthy things you knew. On both sides of the room stood a table with all sorts of tools on them. Tools like hammers, nails, knives, saws... Just everything. In the back of the room stood another bench like table, where the body of a human male was ready to be cut open.

It was then you saw something so vile that you nearly had to puke. The chest of the deformed man was going up and down in a steady rhythm. His skin was a normal color and other than the many bruises and cuts in his body he seemed in a good condition.

He was still alive.

They were going to kill this man in an utmost gruesome manner. Maybe that was why you were called, so they could torture you and make you cut this man open while he was screaming for you to stop. No, Jeff wouldn't allow that would he? Or screw that, you knew he would be standing next to you, smiling like a madman.

After all you had seen before, anyone could say that you were adapted to all this gore. Well, that wasn't the case. You didn't even think that you could adapt to the gore even if you would see it every day you wake up. It was too much for a human to handle, even if you would be insane.

Not only that but every time you see blood your memory takes you back to Lola. It takes you back to her body, to her sad, empty eyes. It was one of your wishes to just let go of that thought, never think of her ever again. But you couldn't. For her sake.