Can't Go Back (Jeff the killer story)

Chapter 3

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When I awoke I couldn't move, my body felt numb. Slowly I opened my eyes and came face to face with a horrifying creature. It's body like a dogs but it's still a man, well sort of. I tried to scream but couldn't make a sound, as if my lips were sewed shut. It raised its arm and extended its claws ready to slash at my face, I closed my eyes preparing for the coming pain but it never arrived. Instead the beast was thrown into wall with brute force, I scrambled to get up and back away. I soon saw what threw the monster, it was the guy from before, the one with the smile carved in his face. I watched as he pounced on the creature and repeatedly stabbed it with his blade, he was laughing hysterically, as if he was enjoying the kill. A horrified look crossed my face as its blood spattered along the walls and on me, finally the beast stopped moving, it stopped breathing all together.

I was relived at first until the smile man looked at me, with a crazed look plastered on his face. Slowly he crept towards me, I tried to back away but there was no where to go, I was stopped by my back hitting a cold surface that was the wall.

"Please, p-please don't hurt me" I begged, tears beginning to weld up in my eyes.

"I like when they beg, do it some more" he commanded while gripping his knife ready to attack.

"Please!! Please!! I don't want to die! I'm too young to die! I'm not ready!!!"

He didn't seem fazed by my pleas, he just kept coming at me. When he got close enough he stopped and crouched down to my height.

"I'm not going to hurt you, trust me I want to, but slend-ass would literally kick my ass" he huffed while holding out a Hand for me to take.

I didn't really trust him, but since he seemed afraid of this "slend-ass" I decided to risk it. Besides I'm probably going to die either way, why not be a little reckless. I took his hand and stood up. "Thanks" I muttered.

I'm guessing he didn't hear since he didn't even reply nor did he glance my way.

I never really got a chance to take in my surroundings, but now that I look around i am sort of disgusted. Its a very Dimly lit room, almost like a basement, but the walls are covered in blood. Mangled bodied spread along the floors and their guts hung on the walls as  decorations or something. This place was truly horrifying.

Instead of focusing on the room my attention turned towards the killer that was tightly gripping my wrist and leading me towards a stair way. "where are we going? How did you know I was here? What's going on?" My head was swarming with questions, until he stopped moving and looked back at me. I suddenly realized I just asked all of those out loud. "Uh, well you gunna answer them or not?!" I spat.

"Wow someone's a sassy little bitch considering I just saved your life. If I have to explain it to you I will but right now we need to leave. Zalgo won't be happy when he realized one of his minions are dead." He replied.

"Fine, but could you at least tell me your name?" I asked hoping he would at last answer this one.

"Jeff, jeff the killer"