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

Chapter 61: Is it me you want?

This chapter contains vulgar language!

be prepared!

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A feeling of shock overwhelmed you as you could only stare at the raging man coming towards you. A soft gasp escaped your throat as you were completely frozen to the ground. Before you had any idea of what was going on, before you could even move out of the way, you felt something colliding with your body and you felt yourself falling backwards.

The pain of the wounds coursed through your veins as you had hit the ground roughly, feeling two strong and cold hands wrapping themselves around your neck. Your air supply had already been reduced when you had hit the ground so suddenly, but thanks to Jeff pressing onto your trachea tightly, you had no way to fill your supply up again.

Your hands immediately shot towards his, clawing at them, grabbing them... Anything to get even a little of air. Your mouth was wide open as only soft, high squeals of desperation made their way out. Your eyesight was still dizzy from the smack or lack of air, but you could see him clearly.

"You stupid fucking bitch." You heard him murmur lowly, his eyes were still dark, still full of inanity. You tried to struggle more, feeling your eyes nearly popping out of their skull as you desperately tried to get air. Your tender skin became more and more bruised as Jeff pressed harder and harder.

You saw his lips moving and you could hear him talking... But your mind was focused onto other things. You tried kicking him off but his whole weight was way too strong to be simply shaken off. Saliva began dripping from your mouth as your lungs began to burn.

A pressure was felt onto your chest, but you couldn't figure out whether it was from Jeff's body or the lack of oxygen. You began to feel nauseas, your lungs burning more and more. A feeling of fear overwhelmed you as the struggle went on for too long.

You didn't want to die again, not like this!

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" You heard Jeff nearly screaming as your head was about to pop. The world began to spin in front of your eyes and your brain decided now was the time to shut down... However just when you were about to be dragged into blackness the pressure on your windpipe loosened.

The pressure reduced enough for you to be sucking in big portions of air, couching loudly to ease the burning pain in your lungs. Your head was still dizzy and you could still feel his hands on your skin... But they weren't strangling you anymore. Your chest was heaving up and down heavily, your throat sore from the unnatural sound it had to make each time you inhaled.

While your vision was still blurry, you could see Jeff's figure looming over you, watching you. His eyes still stood the same, yet there was something different about them. Before you could grasp what it was you saw his face nearing yours.

Out of a pure reflex you closed your eyes, not wanting to see whatever he had planned for you. Your whole body felt tensioned, yet you didn't move one single inch. Whether you were still recovering from the lack of air or whether it was from Jeff himself.

You felt something cold pressed against your forehead, you jumping slightly at the contact with your skin. It took you a moment to realize that it was his forehead, being pressed against yours. You felt his hot breath fanning over your lips, yet his hands were still enclosed around your neck.

"I hate you. I want you dead. I want you to suffer." His rough, strong voice filled the silent room. You could almost feel his hatred seeping into your skin, filling your own mind with doubt, hesitation, fear and... Lack of self confidence.