Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

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Jeff the killer (in these your 21 unless it says otherwise)
You slowly open your eyes to find yourself in the woods. You try your best to recall the memories that brought you here. Suddenly you remember.
It was late last month you were storming away from a party your friend took you to. There were too many guys trying to get in your pants and you were tired of it. You were almost home when you were dragged into a alleyway and knocked out. Next thing you know you wake up in a dark room. You felt like crying, but you held back your tears.
"You're finally awake Y/N." A deep smooth voice sounded from the shadows. "I wanted to play with you."
"What ever you want you want just take it and leave me alone!" You yell at the shadows in hope to get out.
"isn't it clear Y/N I want you and I want all your time. That means no falling asleep."
After that moment all is blurred, but you remember escaping.
All your thoughts flew around in your head. You began to feel like you were going insane.
"I'm home Y/N!" That voice. The very voice you've grown to hate with every bit of strength left. "I hope you are ready to have fun! Hahaha!" his laughter echoed in your mind bouncing around you.
Then you see his face middle aged man without a freaking life, except torturing you. "go the fuck to hell." you manage to mutter those few words out.
"tsk tsk sweetheart , watch your language." he has a knife in one hand and an axe in the other. "sadly I can't afford you living with me anymore. Nothing personal right?" he says this with a smirk and holds the knife to your throat, but right before he slices through your soft skin his cell rings.
"who could that be?" he says in frustrated tone and puts the knife down on the table beside you and leaves the room. The last mistake he'll make. You grab the knife with your mouth and begin to cut at the ropes holding you. You cut one rope that was holding your right hand and soon your other limbs are free.
You slowly get up making sure that you have balance. Knife in hand you open the door leading out of the room and the man has his back facing towards you. 'nows your chance Y/N' you say to yourself in your head.
​​​​​​ You then thrust the knife repeatedly in the man's back with each puncture you feel energized. You smile and hear a gargled voice from the man "why sweet heart?...." silence following those words. You then run looking for an exit. You see another door with sounds of outside, but by the door is a mirror you begin to pass the mirror, but stop you look at the woman looking back at you. She had your E/C, but darker. Her hair was messy had been dyed partly red from blood, she wore a black hoodie with blood splattered on it and jeans with holes in it. She was different she had scars on her face.
This scared you more than anything, but you couldn't help but laugh at this situation it. You ran out the door and ran into the woods and passed out.

​​​BEN Drowned
You dad was drunk again. You hide in your room and listened to music to block out his rants. You began to cry wondering if you could ever be happy to live. You open your window and climb down the ladder you placed outside your room. You get to the bottom and walk towards the forest near your house.
You reach the edge of the forest and start climbing a tall tree your music still blaring in your ears. Tears graze your cheeks as you reach the top and sit down on a branch. You breath in and out calming yourself.
"Y/N come inside now!" you hear your dad yell across the street.
You slowly head home and see your dad trying the stay steady. He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside. You run into a lamp as you fall to ground.
Your dad looks at the broken lamp then you "look where youuu goo'n lilll batch!" he slurs out.
He lights a cigarette and drops it on the carpet "tired of this it's your fault your moms dead! Now you'll join her in hell!" he leaves locking the only way out. You scream for help, but your soon consumed by flames. Hearing one last song.