CreepyPasta x Reader

Therapy Sucks P.2- Jeff the Killer

{So this is still yandere (or more insane, this is Jeff) so it's still messed up. Just putting this here because there is a mature scene or two and I don't really wanna get reported.}

You woke up in a dark room, lying on a bed. Arms bound together with rope while your legs were still free, you felt vulnerable in the foreign space.

You tried to speak, but a severe headache and a deep thirst prevented the words from forming. Instead, you settled on looking around.

It was a dark room, but there was enough light coming in from a window across on the other side of the room that you could make out some bits of the room. There was a chair in the corner adjacent to you, with pictures lining the wall. You were too sore to turn your head so it was difficult to see behind you, but you felt that there was a row of bookshelves as there were books scattered on the floor around the room. Trying to get a blueprint of the room in your head, you imagined that it could be laid out similarly to a studio apartment, meaning there could be a kitchen area and a bathroom hidden from your vision.

It make your head swell thinking this hard.

Closing your eyes, you lean your head back into a fluffy pillow and strain to remember what happened leading up to this.

It hurt to remember, everything was fuzzy.

Something came through.

Jeff.

Kissing.

Fear.

Pain.

Black.

Pain smashed into your skull and you groaned and shrunk back into the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable.

"Aw, my poor little [Y/N]. Does it hurt?" Jeff's voice echoed from somewhere in the room. He emerged from the blind spot behind you. "Yeah, I was worried that the sedative might hurt you a little. What about the bed? Is it alright?"

"Water." You managed to croak out. "P-please, Jeff I-" Your voice croaked painfully.

He walked over to sit in the chair. Jeff crossed his legs and stared at you.

"[Y/N], baby, you love me, don't you?"

"W-what?"

His eyes narrowed. "[Y/N], don't be coy with me. You love me, right?"

"Jeffie, hon, please." You hoped that by calling him your pet name for him you could bring him closer to his normal level of sanity.

"Answer the question baby. Answer the question and I'll get you some water."

Staring into his eyes, you saw nothing but cold black staring back. Struggling to speak, with every word burning your throat.

"Y-yeah." He cocked an eyebrow.

"What was that my little doll?"

"Y-yes Jeff."

He tilted his head. He was playing with you and you knew it.

"I'm sorry baby, I really can't hear you. Maybe one more try?"

You felt like crying. In fact, you wished you'd start crying just so that you could lick the tears off your cheeks. You were determined to make it through this though. Gathering all your strength, you spoke as loudly and as clearly as possible.

"Yes, Jeff, I love you."

Jeff's grin grew and he reached behind the chair to pull out a water bottle. He stood up and walked over to you, unscrewing the lid of the bottle.