Creepypasta Lemons

Jeff le Killer 3

I held back my breath. Who the fuck is this guy, and why did he pick me? Why me..? There are prettier girls. I'm just an ugly emo..

I heard his footsteps circle the area around me,I just let my head hang.

He walked up to me, kneeled, facing towards me. He grabbed hold of my chin, holding it up. I turned away.

"What's wrong princess~ Aren't I beautiful?"

I just made a 'tch' sound. I didn't get a good look at him, because I mostly didn't want to see the beast he is.

I huffed. He came to the other side of me. Caressing my arm a bit, he once again called me his princess.

I closed my eyes.

He once again lifted my chin. I then opened up my eyes to see what I honestly didn't expect. I expected him to at least still be human. But no, this thing wasn't even close. He was slightly adorable, well how eyes were. How they shined.

He had two long gashes across his face, forming a huge smile. One gash on each cheek starting from the edge of his lips. His eyes however, were an icy cold, yet warming blue. They shone in the only light in the room, which was right above my head, dim. He wore a white hoodie and what seemed to be black dress pants with red...I think an off brand of Vans. Maybe I'm wrong. His hair was long, black, and scruffy ish. Kinda girly looking. I almost giggled at the thought of it. He had pale skin. And his lips were almost baby pink.

But. When. He. Asked. If. He. Was. Beautiful.... Wasn't that gayish then? I mean. Handsome, yes he slightly is. But beautiful? He's not a female? But he looks very feminine..