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

Chapter 66: Show me why i'm here

This chapter contains vulgar language, sexual themes and slight gore!

be prepared!

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Once in the room you didn't know how quickly you had to grab the wall for support, still clenching the bandages tightly in your arm. Bending over you were completely out of breath, your throat felt as if you had swallowed glass. Jeff didn't spoke to you at all but you knew you had to keep up with him.

Or at least, you wanted to.

Those other killers still could be lurking around here. Watching you, staring at you, and waiting for the right moment to sneak up on you and then... Slice you open right where you stand.

You'd rather be with this insane psychopath than with another.

That actually sounds kind of weird when you think about it. But the fact is... You never died or were at the brink of death because of him. He actually saved you several times... In his own way. That didn't take back that you had been tortured, humiliated and above all violated.

It just gave you some sort of reassurance that you had a chance to live.

Feeling as if your body had enough energy left to do something you stood straight up again. Sucking in air and eyes darting towards the wraps of bandages in your arm. You recalled what Rayne had said; you needed to clean those wounds and re-wrap them.

'Take a bath or something like that.'

You weren't entirely sure if taking a bath would be such a good idea, but you quickly discarded that thought. You were in this room almost day in and day out. You were dirty from the mud, the dried up blood, the grass, the concrete floors...

You had nothing on your hands and all this dirt didn't do your wounds any good. The chance that they could be infected while you are still a mess would be way bigger. Also... After all this... Horror... The sound of a nice, warm bath didn't repel you.

"Can I take a bath?" You dared to ask, your head shooting towards Jeff, who was now sitting on the bed. You saw that he was sharpening his knife, something he would do quite often. His lidless orbs turned towards your fragile frame and he almost looked at you in confusion.

"Whatever." He grumbled under his breath, his gaze traveling back to his knife. You slowly stumbled towards the bathroom door, getting inside and closing it right behind you. Thankful for having some alone time with yourself.

It had been weeks or months since you last had a bath, well aside from the fact that Rayne had washed you. Staring at your reflection you noticed how much you needed it, how much you actually craved for a bath. You almost began to feel the dirt on your skin, and for the first time you realized what you'd missed.

You had never cared for your appearance much after Jeff had kidnapped you. It didn't matter at all. All that mattered was getting out and getting your friends out, regardless of how you looked. You still couldn't care less about it, but somehow you do want to get clean.

As if it represented something.

And to get everything regarding Jeff, Masky, Hoodie, those wolves and whatever else there was off of your skin. Secondly you were in need of some relaxation. Your mind had been occupied too much, day and night. Your body needed rest but instead of relaxation you were moving constantly and even, thanks to Jeff, damaging your body more.

When you finally had the chance to rest both of them, you were interrupted by a certain smiley killer for which you felt fear, anger, confusion and everything regarding those emotions. Carefully, you placed the bandages on the sink.