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

Chapter 67: The Rampage

This chapter contains vulgar language.

be prepared!

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Giving a long breath you stopped sniffing, trying to dry your own tears with the sheets. You were hurt, inside and outside. Jeff had yet again gone all out on you without any sign or consideration of mercy. However the whole ordeal seemed different now.

You cringed a little when you heard glass shattering loudly against the bathroom tiles, the raging fumes of Jeff's voice bouncing off of the white walls and making it seem as if he was screaming right next to you. Whatever had caused Jeff to become this enraged was a complete mystery to you; the only thing you knew is that he was angry.

Extremely, utterly and terrifyingly angry.

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Your breathing was heavy, the sweat rolling off of your forehead and chest, not to mention the tears falling from your eyes. You had promised yourself not to cry again when something like this happened, since it was somewhat inevitable, but you couldn't help yourself. You felt exhausted and pained, but were more concerned about Jeff's mood. You still felt his nails dug deep into the flesh of your hips and you knew he had enjoyed every single scream you gave.

However it was now completely silent.

He didn't give you a remark on your performance; he didn't give you a remark about what you didn't do... You didn't even hear him laugh or breathe like he did last times. No... You heard absolutely nothing, absolute silence... Was this it?

"It can't be..." You heard him murmur; however this time his tone was a lot darker than before, a lot sinister, a lot more... Confused... Scared... Afraid? He didn't react at all how you expected him to react... Instead it was different, he was different.

"It can't fucking be." This time it was louder, more powerful. You still felt his nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips and you dared to move your head a little, trying to look at him in order to understand better what he was talking about. What couldn't be?

Did you do something wrong again?

"Why isn't this fucking it?!" He now yelled, letting go of your backside before you saw his hand swinging over the edge of the bathtub, taking along parts of the silver water tap. His force so strong that the small parts came flying in your direction and denting the whole bathtub.

You were gazing at the raging man in fear, wondering what was causing this sudden change in actions and behavior. His wide-open eyes spat fire as his gaze was more insane than you had seen before. He was breathing heavily, like a wild animal ready to rip open its prey.

He didn't seem to notice you at all because his fists began slamming at the edges of the bathtub repeatedly while screaming the same sentence over and over again.

"WHY?!" Nothing was spared as he flung his arms around once more, only for the sole purpose of destruction. You felt fear filling your veins again and you began to realize that this was a good moment to get the hell away from this guy.

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And so you had ran, stumbling out of the bathtub and avoiding the flying objects Jeff unintentionally threw your way. You remembered how the wounds began to stung, reopening because the need of getting out what greater than keeping your wounds closed.

He would cause more wounds if you'd stay there.

The bandages are still inside of the bathroom. You didn't get a chance to grab them or anything. The only thing that had mattered then and there was that you had to get out immediately. He didn't seem like he had control over himself, like he had control over anything.