Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 72: Help

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, be prepared!

In the last chapter (Chapter 71, She's here) You could choose whether to shut the door or help the little girl. If you didn't choose just yet then go back to chapter 71 and choose.

If you did pick your decision then consider all of the above not written and go on with the story!

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You couldn't...

You fucking couldn't let the girl be.

Sure it was strange that she was popping up so much... Showing herself in your dreams, showing herself right outside your door now... But who says that's a bad thing? Who says that it isn't meant to be?

Maybe she IS indeed someone who belongs to this house... But she could very well be someone who has been trapped. Someone who has been kidnapped and used, just like you are. Maybe she was deliberately trying to get your attention, trying to get your focus on her so that she could tell you something.

Something important, something regarding a way out. Merely the thought of this made your heart well up, your cheeks getting warmer as your eyes widened. You know you were getting ahead of yourself, you were thinking way out of line on this one.

Maybe this was indeed all a trap. Maybe she was the bait of some killer, trying to lure you out by playing with your mind and consciousness. Trying to get his filthy hands on you in order to rip you open and feed your intestines to the wolves...

You could almost smack yourself on the head for thinking these stupid thoughts. Thinking that some strange, brown haired girl would be popping up out of nowhere without any malice intent towards you.

But you just couldn't let go of the possibility that this meant something. That this was your destination, that SHE was your destination. Your only ticket out.

Was that really a foolish thought? Or just an extremely naïve one?

The sniffing once again filled your ears as you were still glued to the door. You were contemplating what to do... But secretly your heart had already decided. If it wasn't for the mere thinking that this child would be your key out, then save her because she is a child.

The soft sobs made their way through your eardrums, crawling inside your head and tugging on your brain. There is a fucking young child crying outside of the corridor, probably attracting tons of killers. How could you possibly ignore that?

How could you allow yourself to turn around, let the child be and contribute to torture and maybe even rape?! There was no doubt these sick fucks would be up for doing things like that to children. They feel nothing but lust for blood, hunger for death.

Mercy is not in their dictionary, even when it's combined to child.

What kind of sick fuck would kidnap a child and then abuse the poor thing anyway? Only monsters like these guys could do such a thing. You couldn't get over the fact that you were contemplating to turning your back on a mere child. Was this really who you have become?

Being so self-centered and focused on your OWN survival that you would ignore someone in need?

Yes, it was.

You had every reason to do it, every excuse to say that you didn't want to help. You're in a terrible situation as you are now, and you know for certain that Jeff would only make it ten times worse when he would lay his eyes onto the little girl.