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

Chapter 60: Then why?

This chapter contains vulgar language!

be prepared!

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It felt like minutes... No, hours passed before any of you even made a sound. Before any of you moved. As always, you couldn't read him. He seemed angry, but that could also just be his face. Was he worried? Relieved? Happy? Sad?

No...

You had remembered what he had said. You even saw what he had said. He couldn't feel compassion towards you simply because he was insane... But that didn't mean he couldn't feel compassion to himself? You were here for him, so then it would make sense that he was happy to have you back, right?

All this weird and above all complicated thinking caused your head to hurt even more, yet you still didn't break any eye contact with the killer. You were reading him... But he was reading you. The dominant struggle of whom was first to break soon got interrupted when you realized the throbbing pain in your hand.

As soon as you moved the limb even an inch an immensely great pain had spread itself through your small frame, causing you to cringe a little. Then, without even so much as a warning, you heard Jeff's footsteps fading and the door slamming shut harshly.

You almost jumped up a little out of fright, afraid of the sudden sound in this silent hole. Confusion spread itself across your features as you stared at the door. A feeling you couldn't describe filled your body as your joy of being alive was taken over by a more dreaded feeling.

You had just survived... You had gone through this whole struggle in limbo, leaving your friends behind for the mere reason of living... And yet, when you were so determined nothing could even make you think of doubting yourself... He destroyed that wall so easily.

He only stared at you... But him leaving like that? What in the world was that for? You hadn't expected him to be extremely happy, hugging you and thanking whatever creature for returning you safely but... You didn't expect him to be this distant...

As if you didn't exist.

You gave a soft sigh, your hand going up to your head only to feel the soft fabric of bandages caressing your fingertips. You had been treated for your wounds... Your eyes then traveled towards your painful hand, surprised to see not only bandages covering them but also some sort of splint.

It was a simple, sort of home-made splint... But it helped keeping your fingers in place. What was wrong with it again? Oh... Yeah... Masky... The thought of those two bastards breaking their promise got you all fired up again. You didn't even care that he broke you hand, shattered it into thousands of pieces...

You cared about the fact that you were so helpless, unable to rescue any of your friends from their ill fate... While being promised that you could... Of course it was your own fault for trusting killers, for even thinking they would keep to their end of the bargain...

But you wanted it so badly.

However there was something other boiling inside of your body, something you didn't know. Lola said you had to go back because you had a purpose, something to fulfill... Whatever it was you were determined to figure that out. She would never send you back into this abusive place without a reason.

She wasn't like that.

You turned your head to stare out of the window. Your reflection told you enough about the state your body was in. You had lost more weight... If that was even possible. Your head and body were covered in bandages while your skin was extremely pale.