HE'S STOLEN MY PEANUT BUTTER!!! "I WILL CUT YOU!!!" I yelled tackling him and reached for the peanut butter. "NO! Its mine now!" he shouted. I feel like a child but that is MY peanut butter! "Hand it back!" I shouted and we tumbled off the couch. He held my arms down and forced me to watch him eat my peanut butter. "No..." I closed my eyes in defeat.
"C'mon its just peanut butter" he said. I groaned. "Your heavy!" he's practically suffocating me with his weight! He looks skinnier than he weighs! And now he's laying on me. "How heavy?" he asked putting some peanut butter on his finger and eating it in front of me.
"Fucking three hundred pounds you fatty!" now he probably weighs just a bit more than me but I want him to give back my peanut butter. "Guess this peanut butter is the reason" some of the peanut butter fell near my lips and I tried licking it but my tongue wasn't long enough. He started laughing. "SILENCE!" I shouted and then tried going after the peanut butter near my mouth. Accept the killer beat me to it and licked it off, grazing my tongue with his in the process.
My heart beat quickened. I put my tongue back in my mouth and closed it tightly. My cheeks turned red. "Something wrong?" he asked. "Get off me" I snapped. He got off and walked to another room with my peanut butter. Why did my heart react like that? It was just an accident. Since when am I embarrassed by something....strange. I'll blame him for it. I got up and ran to my bedroom. I got onto my laptop and started looking for something to read. "My names Jasper" I said as footsteps entered my room.
"Jeff" he said collapsing onto my bed. I sighed.
I couldn't find anything so I went to YouTube and tried finding something to listen to. That's when I typed in 'Christina Perry jar of hearts' and clicked on a video. The song started playing. "Such a chick thing" he grumbled. "You realize you have a chance to kill me" I looked at him. "I know. But its more fun when the victim is scared." his smile creeps the fuck out of me...still its attractive in a weird way.
"Your twisted you know that" I said grabbing some paper and a pencil.
"Sure. If that helps you sleep" Jeff chuckled. "Fuck. You" I smiled sweetly. "I'm over on the bed when your ready" he shot back. Damn him! I blushed and looked at the computer screen and wrote something's down. The song ended and I clicked a random video and Die Young by The Band Perry started. I think that's what the song is called....anyway I have a killer in my house. Why does it take hours for me to realize something. "HOLY SHIT I HAVE A KILLER IN MY HOUSE!" I yelled.
"Go to sleep" he grumbled. "No! Get out of my house! If the cops find out I'm harboring a murderer I'll go to jail! I can't go to jail, I can't go to jail! Do you know what they do to girls like me in jail?" I freaked out. "Rape 'um" he muttured. "Exactly!" I squeaked. "They won't if you've already had it" he said. "I might be in a weak moment but I am not that gullible!" he started laughing. "And here I thought you were dumb" his voice flushed out the wrong feeling that was creeping up on me. "Your despicable." I crossed my arms. "Oh come on. Take a joke" he looked right through me with those eyes. "No! Y-you could kill me any time you wanted! A-and I don't want to die! Not yet at least" I tried hard not stuttering but the fear of being in the same room as a killer was overwhelming.
"Your scared" he looked me up and down. "No" I lied. But he could sense it. "I like you. Your different from other victims. Your a slow thinker and when you realize something you freak and fear fills you. Its rather arousing" oh great I've aroused him. "How can you say that?" I asked turning away from him with a red face. "Its the truth. I wanna make you wet" okay now I just feel violated.
"You don't even know me!" I was right. "I know your names Jasper. A boys name for a girl. Never heard of it before. You kiss strangers, allow killers in your home, then freak a few hours later when you realize what you've let into your home" he got up and walked towards me. "Stay back!" I grabbed my pencil. He chuckled, "Adorable. Jasper's afraid of death. Just like little Annabeth before she died" comparing me to another victim I presume.
"I don't fear death because no matter what it'll come for me" I said in a shaky voice. His knife glinted in the lamp light. "Do you think you'll die now?" Jeff asked getting closer. "Y-yes. Isn't that what killers do?" he nodded but gave me a stare that melted my insides. Why is this situation such a turn on? I'm in fear yet I can't help feeling like I'm being seduced by his cool tone and calm attitude.
"But I want to play with you" he got close enough for one of us to get stabbed by a knife or a pencil. "How so?" I stood up with wobbly knees. In a split second he took the pencil from me and had me pinned to the wall. "Ahhh!" I gave a short scream. He just laughed at my fear and kissed me. He gave me a few seconds to breath, "Scream again, baby" he started kissing my neck while one of his hands rested on the small of my back.
I thought he was a killer not a rapist! "Stop!" I shouted. I can tell he's into kinky shit just by the way he touches me like a greedy god.
Luckily the door bell rang. "Shit! I called for pizza!" I pushed Jeff off me and went to the front door. "Hello?" I said the pizza guy saved me without realizing it! "Fifty dollars" he held his hand out. How many pizzas did I order again? Oh yeah five! I got out a fifty dollar bill and handed it over. "Thanks dude!" I shut the door after he handed me all the pizzas. I sat them on the kitchen counter. "Well that was a let down" Jeff grumbled taking a box of pizza. "It wasn't for me" I grabbed a slice of cheese.
"We were just getting started" he teased. "You need some soap for that dirty mouth" I snapped. "Clean it with yours" he offered smugly. "SHUT UP YOU JACKASS!!!" I punched his arm. He snickered and went into the guest room. I was blushing so hard and breathing heavy. I touched my neck. My skin still warm from the harsh kisses. It was so bittersweet that I was a centimeter away from giving in and letting him have me.
Thank you pizza guy. I will be there for when you die and they bury you I can say "He saved me from almost being raped by a killer" and I'll get weird looks from everyone. Yep, that'll be a normal burial.
