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

Chapter 74: Don't leave me here

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

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Breathing heavily, the air getting obstructed by mucus filling your windpipe, you glanced at the killer. The room was still spinning madly before your eyes, your heart pounding in your head and toes. Before you could do anything else, you shot up on your knees and elbows, eyes widening as you felt the contents of your stomach flowing up.

You threw up there, right on the floor. Desperately trying to breathe through it, you began to cough as well. Showing just what kind of miserable mess you were right now.

Once your coughing and puking fit was over your dared to breathe normally, hoping to calm down your body and mind before you did something drastic. Seeing the puke beneath you getting mixed with your blood made you aware that you had a nosebleed again.

You turned towards Jeff, wondering what in the hell was going on and seeing if he had anything to do with it. He, however, just stood there. Fists clenched and gritting his teeth before your eyes. He didn't look at you but seemed to be focusing on a spot on the wall.

He didn't shout, he didn't curse... He didn't bolt outside, showing that creature what happens when you mess with the infamous killer. No...

He just... Did absolutely nothing.

This unusual behavior, this way of portraying himself in front of you now... It almost made you angry. You were certain he knew. You were certain that he knows exactly what is going on and why that little girl was after you.

He knows that this wasn't just a random attack. He knows what will happen and why.

Whenever something happens he always screamed at you... He always mocked the other pastas... Got on their nerves, blamed you for things you didn't even had a grip on. But not now. He saw that you were being chased, he even dragged you to safety in his room.

For god knows how safe this room actually is. Those fucking tentacles got in without any problem, why stop now only because Jeff's here? Swallowing the remaining saliva mixed with stomach contents you cleared your throat, looking straight at him while asking:

"What is going on?!"

His dark eyes immediately focused on yours and the scowl on his face said enough for you not to pursue more questions now. He turned his back towards you, however he made no move. You were still breathing irregularly, now focusing on the closed door.

Silence sneered through the room, almost making it seem as if that whole ordeal from before didn't even happen. As if it was all a trick of the mind.

Was it?

No!

Don't be stupid, that couldn't be. How many more beatings do you have to get in order not to doubt your own mind anymore? Was it just the lack of sleep? The lack of comfort or food? Maybe dehydration or the god knows what kind of infections you got from those wounds made you think this way.

Made you doubt yourself. Or it's just the situation itself, this fucking house is making you crazy! You slowly sat on your knees, feeling the stinging of your wounds, your limbs, your bones and everything else. Your hand reached over to your nose, examine the blood on your hand once you had pulled it back.

That was the least of your problems now.

You had been extremely... Extremely lucky to have escaped that... Thing... But goddamn, so much for recovering. What was that anyway? And who was that? Still the little and seemingly so innocent girl? No... The monster you saw at the end of that hallway.