A kind Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Kidnapped

AN: This story contains blood, violence strong language and lemons so continue at your on risk and have fun ;)

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You were fast asleep, when sudden noises woke you up. What was that? You listen intently, trying to figure out what you heard. Sounded like footsteps. Is someone in my room? I opened my eyes, only to see nothing but darkness. I reached for the lamp on my nightstand, but instead of plastic I felt metal. Is this a dream or am I hallucinating?

"You done yet?" a male voice shouted seemingly annoyed on the other side of the wall. I froze.

"Dude chill, I can't pee if you pressure me like that!" another man answered, this time farther away.

"Then don't drink so much! This is the 5th time I have to stop, because you're too much of a pussy to pee into a bottle."

"I'm not a pussy! I just don't want you to see my dick that's all."

"... Is it that small?"

"Shut up you faggot!" the man growled, causing the other one to chuckle slightly.

"Common I want to reach the place before she wakes up." Is he talking about me?

"Fine, I'm done."

"Finally."

While listening to their conversation, my eyes started to adjust so I could see my surroundings. Not much to see except the fact that I must be in a F**CKING TRUNK! Two car doors slammed shut, confirming my assumption. The engine turned on and the car accelerated quickly, roaring like a beast. I was scared. Not only because of the loud noise, but the thoughts forming in my mind. Tears rolled down my checks, as my brain put all the pieces together. I'm kidnapped. I don't know where I am, how I got here, or what these men want from me. I could only guess.

This is bad! This is horrible! No! Just no! I grab my head with both of my hands, my body trembling. The pictures of what they might do to me flashing before my eyes. Don't panic (Y/n)! Think! You need to find a way out.

I look around and find a toolbox. Yes, sweet mother of Jesus! I wiggle towards it, hoping for anything useful. I grab it with both hands. Taking a deep breath I opened it slowly, so it wouldn't make a sound.

I almost failed, because the things inside made me want to scream and puke at the same time. I quickly looked away, covering my mouth with one hand while closing my eyes. After a few moments had passed I built up enough courage to take a second look.

Inside: A whip, some lighters, nails and a hammer, tape, a saw, knife and spoon (all three covered in old blood) and the worst: a glass full of scoped out eyeballs and bundles of braided hair.

My mind went blank. I couldn't think. I just stared ... and they stared back. An eternity later the car took a sharp left turn, throwing me against the wall, breaking the spell.

This is insane! Looking again a lump starts to form in my throat. All the eyes are (e/c) and the hair is (h/c). No. This must be some sick prank! I shake my head in disbelief. How did I get into such a shitty situation? Not now (Y/n). You gotta escape. You gotta survive. I ... can ... do ... this. I CAN DO THIS! I shout in my mind, activating my focus-mode. The lump disappeared.

Ok, what should I take? Both the knife and hammer are useful, so definitely those. Glass and hair? Hell no! The whip? I'm not Indiana Jones, so no. Maybe a lighter and the tape, who knows they might come in handy.

Wait ... tape? Why didn't they tie me up? Are they stupid? I hope so, this would make my escape a lot easier. I consider the options that I have right now. There are two ways to do this.

1. Wait till they open the trunk and stab them. Leaving me time to run away or even steal the car.

2. Somehow open the lock and jump out as soon as they take another pee break or slow down (I'm not a stuntman after all.)

"Yes, almost there. I can't keep it for much longer."

"Dude you seriously need to see a doctor, that's not normal."

"You're not normal."

"Touché."

Shit already?! Ok, Lady Luck favors the one who tries. I turn to face the lock. Here goes nothing.

------ Few minutes later. ------

I did my best, but failed anyway. Great. I lay down. Why didn't I skill  lockpicking? I smile a weak smile. This is it. I tighten my grip around the knife and hammer, pressing them against my chest. I close my eyes, thinking about the things that lie ahead of me. It's not going to be easy. I'll have to fight for my life. But right now all I can do is wait.

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AN: 

Guess you have to wait too ;)

I don't know how often I'll be able to updated this, so please don't kill me if it takes longer. ●_●