His To Keep (Jeff the Killer)

Escape Attempt

He moved the cloth that he used to gag me from my mouth and placed something cold and hard on my lips. I parted my lips once I registered in my mind that it was a cup and drank the water he offered me.

"Good girl, drink it all." He said as I could somehow imagining him -even if I don't know how he looks like- nod in approval as I drank the water down. My throat was dry and hurt from the many times of me crying and screaming into the gag to be released.

He pulled the cup away and put the cloth back in its place as my head fell sideways, I was beyond tired. I had refused to get a wink of sleep these past few days and it was finally getting to me. I could feel my eyes droop constantly as I tried my hardest to refuse sleeping but I was defeated, I was very tired and had little energy to do anything.

My eyes fluttered open as light poured in as I slowly blinked. It took me a while for me to realize that I wasn't blindfolded anymore or that my hands weren't restrained up above me. I flimsily fumbled with the gag in my mouth until it came off. Once the fabric was off, I quickly took the chance to run, my legs feeling wobbly as I ran to the door. The knob turned, clearly unlocked, and I ran out of the room and up a flight of stairs.

My heart pounded loudly in my ears as light flooded through a small crack of the door up ahead. At the top step, I opened the door when I saw I was in a house. I squinted at the sudden bright lighting but I kept moving, going down hallway after hallway and looking through each room.

I panted as I was in a living room where there stood the front door. My fingers twitched as I reached out to the metal knob and turned it, my heart pounded against my chest as I was ecstatic that I was finally going to escape.

The door swung open, ever so slowly, making me smile as I moved forward, almost out in the open. I was stopped when I was suddenly yanked back by my shoulder.

My back slammed onto the floor, my head hitting the floor, which made me whimpered in pain and squeeze my eyes close.

I feared opening my eyes, knowing he was there, looming over me and watching me. His hands that felt large and cold gripped my shoulders that would tightened every second that passed. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt his hand grip my shoulders so hard that I was sure they were going to break under his hands. He then flew his hands up to my neck, slightly squeezing it.

"Why did you do that?!" He exclaimed as I tried to release his slightly tightened grip on my neck. I tried keeping my eyes close but they wanted to open.

Tears began to well up as my breathing became hard. "Tell me!" He demanded.

I barely noticed him yelling at me still. My eyelids opened slightly, looking at the man before me. His wild black hair was everywhere and his white hood was up. I choked up a strangled cry as his grip tightened on my neck. My tears poured from the corner of my eyes as my breathing became hard and ragged. The only thing I could do was close my eyes shut once again.

Accepting that I was going to die soon, it took me by surprised when he suddenly let go. I gasped for air, taking in as much as I can into my lungs. My eyes opened as I sat up and clutched my chest. I could feel my heart beating fast and his presence, I could also feel behind me, his stare at me. I brought my arm up to wipe the saliva that had been falling from the corner of my mouth when I was getting strangled. My eyes widened when I saw I wasn't in what I remembered I wore that night, no my pajamas were replaced by a white oversized hoodie.

'He changed me!' I mentally screamed. As my fist curled into fist and my nose crinkled in disgust. I was angry! I abruptly turned around to look at him with narrowed eyes and was ready to attack when I saw the knife he now held in his hand. He had a murderous air to him which made me cower back in fear as he slowly walked closer to me. My eyes widened when I saw the glint of light it reflected and the small red stained color on the sharp, one-sided metal. It was hard to now what he looked like seeing as his long wild hair covered his face, making it hard to see if he had a deadly look which would mean he would actually kill me this time.

His hand shot out, paper white colored hands catching my attention as he heavily heaved. I shook in my spot on the ground, I could feel his hand -that wasn't holding the knife- grip my hair tightly in a fist as the other one went into the large pocket of the white pullover sweater he wore. He then pulled out a white cloth and held it to my nose, a strong chemical scent entering through my nostrils. My wide eyes stated at him as I became sleepy. I mentally cursed at this, knowing I'd probably would awaken restraint on a table and would be tortured to death.