Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 3: Prisoner

"Lets go I don't have all day." Jeff grumbled as I walked out of the bathroom.

"Where are we going anyways?" I asked and walked up next to him.

"Downstairs." Was all he said as we walked out of his bedroom. We walked down a couple stairs, my eyes concentrating on the stupid heels I was wearing. One wrong step and I'd go tumbling down the stairs. We walked past a boy with goggles and an odd bandana like cage over his mouth. Two hatchets were strapped to each side of his waist by his belt.

We made eye contact for a moment and it was enough for me to stumble and fall back. I was about to crash into Jeff when the boys arm reached out quickly and caught me by my upper arm, steadying me. "T-thank you." I said, looking at the boy a little closer. We were standing on the same step so our bodies were pretty close.

"What's the hold up As-" Jeff turned to me, his eyes narrowing as much as a guys eyes with no eyelids could pull off as they fell on the boy. "Toby, what are you doing..?" He asked, his tone a little harsh.

"S-she fell." Was all he said before dropping his hand from my arm. "I'll help you the rest of the way if you'd like." He said, his attention once again on me.

"Yes please. Thank you." I said smiling at him. He held out his arm and I took it, glancing at Jeff, who turned angrily on his heel and stomped down the rest of the stairs.

Toby's P.O.V

From the minute I saw her, I thought she was beautiful. Just because I'm a killer doesn't mean I'm not human... in my case that is.

Her hands were gentle as she held my arm. If it weren't for this cage over my mouth, she would've seen the embarrassing blush that crept over my cheeks.

"S-so what's your name?" I asked shyly, my shoulder twitching a bit. She didn't seem to notice though. I liked that. She looked at my eyes instead. And I back at hers, which were an amazing shade of green.

"Aslin." She smiles at me, showing brilliantly white teeth.

"I'm Tic- erm, Toby." Being called Ticci Toby was so normal for me but I didn't want her to call me that. Truth is, I hated that nickname. I was teased because of my TS or Turrets Syndrome, where I'd tic uncontrollably.

"That name suites you." She said and smiled sweetly again. "You know, Toby, you might be the nicest one here. And I don't have to meet everyone to just know."

I look at her slightly. "Y-you think so?" I asked, my heart fluttering. She nods and gives my arm a reassuring squeeze.

Jeff turned back to me and scowled. I wonder what his problem was.

Suddenly, I felt her slip, her foot sliding out from under her. Before she could fall, I grabbed her waist, pulling her into my chest. She clutched the fabric of my shirt, breathing quickly.

"I've got you." I said. Jeff turned and glared.

"I think she's ok on her own." He said, his tone low.

"She's not! She just fell! We still have almost another flight!" I yelled back and she backed away from me.

"Aslin. Take the damn things off. Your shoes. Carry them." He growled at her. She jumped and slipped the shoes off quickly. "Now lets go." He roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her down towards him. She stumbled and fell into him. His face twisted in anger and he grabbed her hair, forcing her against the wall with a thud. She whimpered as a couple tears slipped from her eyes.

"Watch it." He growled in her face before letting go and storming past her.

As soon as he was down the stairs I walked over to her. "A-are you ok?" I asked, giving her a worried look. She nodded, a couple more tears falling. When she was happy it seemed to spread, her smile becoming contagious. But now, as she looked up at me, her eyes were big and filled with sadness.

"I-I just want to go home." She cried.

"ASLIN! LET'S GO!!" Jeff yelled angrily from the bottom of the stairs. She winced.

"Good bye Toby. I really do hope to see you again."

Without thinking, I cupped her cheek. "You will. I promise." I assured. She smiled and ran down the stairs.

Aslin's P.O.V

I ran down the stairs after Jeff, praying I wouldn't anger him further. I met his cold gaze at the bottom of the stairs.

"Lets go." He mumbled again before grabbing my forearm and harshly pulling me along.

We stopped at a room, it's door a thick, heavy metal. He grinned wider and unlocked the door shoving me in.

"You're stupid brain can't pester me in here. I won't be tempted to see your dreams of me and Slendy won't be able to read it either. Get comfortable." He laughed madly and tossed me in and shut the door.

The room was completely black. I couldn't see a single thing. I managed to find the door and bang on it, screaming and crying.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE!" I cried, banging on the door.

All I could hear was my voice bouncing off of the walls. I walked around and found a toilet, and an extremely small shower. I walked around more and cried out as something brushed my forehead. I reached up and touched it. It was a string. I pulled on the string and light bathed the room from a single yellow light bulb in the middle of the room.

I looked around, the walls thick cement, along with the floor. It was square, and big enough to fit about thirty people. There was a small bed frame, with only metal wires on the bottom. The shower had tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner and a small bar of soap. The toilet was metal and small.

I sunk to the floor, pulling my knees into my chest. "Mom... dad... I'm sorry I won't be home for a while." I bent my head, sobbing into my arms.