The games (Jeff the killer love story)

Bloody painter's project

Hey guys! This isn't a new chapter of my story but instead it's something equally as good or maybe even better!

This is a short story of one of the mini contest winners @Jtk_Jessthekitty and without a doubt in my mind she has talent in writing! Well I won't keep you guys waiting no more so enjoy!

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One room, one locked door, one empty canvas... One frightened girl, one masked man and one brand new paint brush was held in his hand. Duct tape wrapped around the girl's wrists and ankles held her tight. Tears streamed down her skin and onto the handkerchief that kept her from speaking.

The flickering lighting of the room hid more of the figure's details. Only an unusual and mysterious mask could be glimpsed. The masked man slowly stepped towards the trembling girl he had kidnapped not long ago.

She squirmed to keep her distance but in the end her attempt was a fail. Her moving had stopped when her back hit the hard, cold wall behind her but this had not stopped the man. He continued walking towards her, tilting his head side to side as he observed her fearful expressions.

Crouching down, he leaned slowly towards the crying girl. She looks always while closing her eyes shut, fearing what was going to happen to her next.

"My, my, I've chosen a spectacular model today." He finally speaks up as he slips his index finger under her chin and forces her to look at him. A chuckle was released from him when he noticed the glossy coat of tears covering her eyes.

"Yes, you shall be great inspiration for me." His voice rings with enthusiasm while he gets up. Walking towards his canvas, he sets down his brush and picks up a fine pencil. Sketching the young girl's body he begins to draw every detail perfectly.

The girl wasn't sure of what was going to occur next but for a second her nerves were calmed. She hoped deep down inside of her that he would later release her when he was done but sooner then expected she discovered his true intentions...

Again closing her eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen she trembled in fear. A cold, sharp object soon pierced her arm, causing her to scream under the handkerchief that muffled her unpleasant sound. Immediately opening her eyes she saw the trail of blood that came from the aching area in her arm.

The man caresses her skin with his paintbrush before reaching the bleeding area and dipping it into her scarlet red blood. Getting up he walked back towards his canvas and began to paint the sketch that has already been drawn on. Each time his brush was dried up he would go back to her. Slowly torturing her he continued to cut into her skin and use her blood as paint.

This behavior of his continued for hours... Until he was finally finished.

"This is one of my finest works, don't you think?" He asked in a quite proud tone as he moved the canvas so the bleeding girl would be able to see. Her body was weak, her skin was pale and her eyes were tired. She had lost too much blood, she had suffered too much and she knew she'd never understand what she had done to deserve any of this. Laying her weak sight on the canvas she was finally able to see the work he's been working on for so long. The work that she had suffered for. The work that had taken her future.

One room, one locked door and one bloody canvas... One lifeless corpse, one masked man and one scarlet red paint brush was held in his hand.

The end...

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Um so yeah I've never done something like this but it was fun. I think I did a good job and that you all will like it so that's good. Thanks for reading this short story and a special thanks to the author of this book @craz4pandas for giving me the opportunity to taking a chapter of her book. That's all I really have to say... Um thanks again? Bye xD