Mad House (Jeff the Killer X reader)

Chapter 20

I heard someone else breathing, they were breathing fast. The worst part was, it was coming from behind me.

I slowly turned my head around, afraid of what was behind me.
My eyes met with a pair of big beautiful brown eyes. However they didn't belong to a human they belonged to a coyote. It growled and looked at me; I didn't move.
It suddenly attacked me, its nails dug into my stomach and its teeth bit into my shoulder. I tried kicking it off me but it was hopeless.
Every part of my body hurt, I was losing a shit ton of blood. There were several holes in my jeans and my shirt was almost torn apart.The stupid coyote was still on top of me, scratching and biting.
Then BAM!
Blood was splatter all over my face and the coyote dropped dead on top of me. I was trembling, I wonder who shot this beast.
With all the strength I had I pushed the wild animal off me and I managed to sit up, but I was suddenly pushed back down. An enormous amount of pain ran through my whole body, especially my back. A man with short black hair put his foot on my chest causing me to stay down on the muddy floor.

"Hey cutie" the man said in a seductive tone.
He seemed to be a lot older then me, maybe in his thirties. He removed his foot off my chest, but quickly got on top of me so I wouldn't move.
"Who knew that you could find pretty girls in the woods" he whispered in my ear.
I began crying and trying to take deep breaths. I couldn't push him off me, I was too weak. He put my hands over my head, he began kissing me and licking my neck. Tears streamed down my cheeks, I tried to yell for help but my voice came out soft and raspy.
The man ripped what was left of my shirt off, then he grabbed his hunting knife and ripped my bra into pieces. My dagger fell to the floor. I tried moving around to get out of his grip, but it was no use, everything hurt and I was losing more and more blood.

"What do we have here?" the man said while holding my dagger.
I wanted to leave. I wanted to float away and never come back. Why haven't I passed out yet? Why am I not dead?
He twirled my dagger around then he stabbed it right into my arm. I screamed, but it sounded more like a squeak.
The man chuckled then he dug his teeth into one of my breast then he sucked on it. I closed my eyes hoping for this to end, but he did it again with the other one. I wanted to be back at the asylum, I would rather be there doing the same boring routine, then having to deal with this. However maybe I deserved this, after all the crap I put innocent people through.
Suddenly the man stopped and I heard a weird metal noise. I opened my eyes and saw the man unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. More tears ran down my face. Even if I was a really bad person I didn't want this. The man bent down and unzipped my jeans. My eyelids were starting to feel heavy, my head hurt, and I couldn't breathe. Before I completely blacked out the last thing I heard was

"GO TO SLEEP!"

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I opened my eyes feeling better than before. Then I remembered what happened in the woods, I started to feel sick. I looked around, instead of being in the woods I was on a comfy bed covered in several blankets. I felt warm. However I didn't know where I was, or who had brought me here. What if that horrible man brought me here. Did he have sexual intercourse with me while I was unconscious!?I had to get out of here. I slowly got out of bed. I realized I was only wearing a white hoodie and underwear; but luckly the hoodie barley covered my butt. I also realized that all my injuries were treated and I wasn't covered in dirt or blood.
I looked at the hoodie it looked a lot like Jeff's, but then again Jeff wasn't the only guy who had a white hoodie. However the hoodie did smell like him.
My foot touched the cold floor. I could barley walk, due to the fact that I got stabbed in the leg and that stupid coyote scratched my other leg.
My knees felt weak and I fell to the floor. I tried getting back up but I felt so weak.
I suddenly heard the door open, my heart was beating so fast.

"Look who finally woke up" a familiar voice had said

I looked up to see a smiling killer. I was so happy to see him.

"J-Jeff" I managed to say

"What are you doing out of bed? You need to rest."
Jeff picked me up and carried me back to the bed.

"What happened? Where are we? " I asked in a raspy voice.

Jeff gave me a sad worried look. He then sat on the bed next to me.
"You were almost raped by a fucking jackass bastard, but don't worry I made his death long and painful."
Jeff put his hand on my cheek and wiped away a tear. I didn't realize I was crying.
"I brought you here, to this little house. Then I cleaned you up. You've been asleep for a whole day, I was starting to get worried."

"Where are my pants?" I asked sorta embarrassed.

"I washed them. They're outside drying."

"I'm gonna go make some tea, your voice sounds like shit."

I rolled my eyes as he walked out of the room.
I sat there in the bed feeling terrible. All the crap I said to him, and he still helped me. He took care of me. He saved me.