Killing Spree (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter Six - Give Me Blood. And Lots of It.

  After a few hours of joking around with Toby and Clockwork, Jeff and I asked Slendy for his permission regarding our torturous (see what I did there? Probably not, that was lame.) plan. "As long as you clean up after yourself," Slendy said as if he were a parent too busy to actually pay attention to what his child was asking. If he really minded, though, he would most likely make it quite clear.
"Yay!" Jeff exclaimed in excitement.
Jeff and I went into the cellar of the mansion and laid out a tarp on the ground. We also covered EVERYTHING in plastic wrap. The walls, the ceiling, the door, everything. If you've ever seen the show Dexter you'd understand. We had a table with a spread of various tools, including a hacksaw, a few doses of adrenaline shots, box cutters of various sizes, needles, lighters, everything you could possibly imagine. "Now time to find our very lucky guest," Jeff smirked.
After searching for around half an hour, we finally found someone suitable to our needs. A woman in her mid to late forties, whose home showed no sign of any immediate family that may notice her disappearance. We snuck into her room and when she woke up, quickly knocked her back out with a weak sedative.
When we got home, we carried her down to the cellar and tied her to a wooden chair. We then patiently waited for her to wake from her last dream.
Fifteen minutes later, the woman was violently thrashing her head around, screaming numerous expletives. "Oh, shut it. No one is here to save you," I said calmly. "You might as well just accept your fate because you aren't going anywhere, dear." I picked up a pair of scissors and cut off the woman's shirt. "First, a gift for a friend," I said as I picked up a surgical scalpel. Jeff gagged the woman and untied her to lay her down on the table. Though she kicked and punched with everything she could, Jeff still managed to bind her to the metal table without a problem. I smirked over and walked up to the side of the table. "You know," I said. "You could easily live without one kidney, so that's all I'll take for now." I pressed the scalpel into the side of her abdomen, causing her to try to scream through her gag. As I cut through her soft skin, Jeff pulled off her fingernails one by one with a pair of pliers. "Are you having fun, Jeff? I know I am."
"Of course I am, love. Why wouldn't I be?" Jeff smiled wide as he ripped off another fingernail. As I got closer to the woman's kidney, she began to fade in and out of consciousness. "Here," Jeff said as he handed me a syringe filled with adrenaline.
"Oh honey, didn't your parents ever tell it's rude to fall asleep while you're in the company of others?" I plunged the adrenaline into her heart and she screamed and thrashed around again, her eyes wide open. "Ah, here we go," I said as I held up her kidney. "This is what you look like on the inside," I said with a condescending tone, as if she were a child. I gently placed the organ in a cooler full of ice and contemplated what I should do next. I decided on whipping the bottoms of her feet until they were completely red with blood. "Jeff?" I asked to get his attention.
"What is it, (y/n)?"
"Can you do me a favor and demonstrate what you did to your eyes on our friend here?"
"Gladly." Jeff took a stove lighter in one and and surgical tongs in the other and approached the woman's head. "See, this method allows you to always see how beautiful you are without the stress of remembering to blink," Jeff educated her. "(y/n), could do me a favor and hold her head still for me please?" I nodded in approval and held the woman's head. Jeff lifted her left eyelid with the surgical tongs and lit the fireplace lighter under it until there was nothing left but ash. Then the other eye. "Still nowhere near as pretty as me," Jeff said.
"No one could ever be as pretty as you and they know it. If they think otherwise, they can take this woman's unfortunate experience as a warning."
"I couldn't have said it better myself."
We continued to torture the woman in horrible, indescribable ways until we grew bored. We'd done every technique we had the resources for. With nothing left to do, I beheaded her with my KaBar, ending it.
"Next time," I said, "We'll be better prepared. I'm thinking we should incorporate a chainsaw somehow."
"I love the way you think."