CANDY STORE / J.V

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Rose carelessly slammed the door, as she entered her new home's living room, and flicked the lights on. And almost had a heart attack. Right in front of her was a ginger boy, taller than her by a lot, and, by the looks of it, mentally unstable. He held a gun in his right hand, and a smile on his face. Just as she was about to run out of her own house, he pointed the gun at her. "Don't go. Do you think i can play in this big house all alone?" He asked. Rose turned around, trying her best to keep a straight face and looked down. The boy smiled, and lifted Rose's chin up with his gun, chuckling. "What's wrong? Not used to seeing a man as attractive as me? Or maybe the fact a maniac is inside your own home?" Those questions were obviously rhetorical, as he probably knew he had practically paralyzed her with fear. "What do you want." She whispered. The ginger looked at her, and his smile grew wider. "What was that, doll?"
"What do you want?" She repeated, this time louder, and trying to look him in the eyes. This only earned a crazed cackle from him. "You think I want something of yours? I mean I do- but we just met! I can't already be asking for favors." He replaced the gun on her chin with his finger, and he leaned closer to the girl. He was about an inch away from her. She felt a warm breath in her ear; "This won't hurt." That's the last thing she heard before the boy knocked her out. While she was unconscious, all for about 10 minutes, the guy tied her up, and set her down on the couch. She awoke to find her once long hair to a bit above her shoulders, and her arms and legs bound together. She was about to speak up, when she noticed a piece of grey tape on her mouth. So she lightly nudged the boy with her foot, since he was too distracted with the television. "Oh you're awake! Good!" He said. He was smiling, too. Not like a cold smile, a genuine one, as if he actually wanted to have a conversation with her. "So," he said, pausing for a second. "My name's Jerome, last name Valeska, and you may know me from the news for escaping Arkham Asylum many times, and killing loads of people. I enjoy long walks on the beach and fucking dead bodies. That last part was a joke." He ended his little 'introduction' with a cackle. "So, what about you? Oh, silly me, I forgot about this shitty piece of tape." Jerome ripped the piece of duct tape from her mouth roughly, as Rose let out a sigh. "Go on. Introduce yourself." He said, fiddling with his blade. "My name's Rose Liner, and I just want you to leave me alone. And answer some of my questions." She said. "I like you. You're funny and pretty. So, your questions- shoot." He said.
"My hair. Why did you cut it."
"It got in my way. Duh."
"Why did you come here?"
"I'll answer that later."
"I either way can't run. Why'd you tie me up?"
He hesitated this time, playing with a knife that was previously in his 'belt', as a smirk grew on his face. "I find you look better like that." She blushed, and put her head down, attempting to get off the couch. Before her legs actually got off the stupid couch, Jerome grabbed her legs and placed them back where they were. "You aren't going anywhere. Understand?" This only earned an eye roll from Rose. "Can you just tell me what you want so that you can leave?" She asked. The boy looked at Rose with a disapproving look. "That's the thing. The cops won't suspect I'll be here. You're never really in the spotlight, but you're rich, so bam. Perfect planning." He paused. "I can't and won't to back to that fucking piece of shit." Rose was even more scared now, if possible. Jerome sighed. "Look, I'll untie you, all that jazz, hell, I'll make you breakfast, just, whatever you do, do not call the police or else I'll have to go somewhere else." He said. Except he wasn't being serious. He started laughing again, and he was probably on drugs, but more than likely he wasn't. "I'm just playin'. You don't have a choice; you either let me stay, or," he pressed his blade deep into Rose's neck, but not deep enough to cut. "I'll kill you. I'd go with your first choice, huh partner?" He laughed again. "Here, Here." He flipped her on her stomach and began to cut the thick ropes that bound her arms. Except that took like five minutes. "Was- was all that rope necessary? I have no muscles and I'm light as fuck." She asked. "Tsk tsk tsk. You can never be too safe." He responded. He continued cutting, then moved to the rope below her thighs. "Any specific reason you couldn't have just tied it around my ankles?" "Stop asking so many questions. But to answer; you and I both know why." He said, adding a wink. When he finished cutting the ropes, Rose immediately ran upstairs, Jerome chasing closely behind her. "Come back here, you little fucker! I knew I should've just fucking killed you!" He yelled. "Can't I just take a damn bath?" He stopped in his tracks and put his hand on his hip. "All this hurry to take a bath? Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" "You realize I was at a party, right?" She was still running, until Jerome heard a door slam and water running. He waited about 30 minutes before he began picking at the bathroom lock. "Seriously, man? You come into my house and won't let me take a bath?" The door opened, but luckily, Rose was covered in bubbles, except for anything above her shoulders. Still, she covered herself up with her arms. Jerome rolled his eyes and sat on the toilet, facing the opposite direction of the girl. "You're what, 18, right?" He asked. "19." She responded. "How the fuck did you manage to get into a 21 and over party?" A smile formed on Rose's face. Living with a serial killer wasn't that bad, as long as he didn't say anything weird. "I know people. Now, get out, I need to dry off and change." He grunted and left the bathroom, exploring the other rooms while Rose changed. The bathroom door clicked loudly as Rose closed the door, and searched for Jerome. "Jerome? Don't tell me the cops are already here. I don't wanna go to jail!" Jerome heard Rose, and just waved his hand to indicate where he was. "I'm waving, can't you see?"
"If I could see you I wouldn't be asking where you were." After trying to look for him, she felt cold hands on her even colder neck, and almost immediately elbowed the dick-butt behind her, until she realized it was her new 'friend'. Rose took a deep breath. "Jerome, if you don't get your hand off is me I swear I will choke you so hard that-" And suddenly the hands got off her neck. "Calm down, princess. Both of us know you won't be able to do anything. Especially not to me." He said, smiling. Rose rolled her eyes, and went into her room, leaving Jerome by himself in the hallway. It wasn't until 15 minutes that Rose exited her room, and when she did, Jerome followed her.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"To the kitchen."
"You smell nice." He said out of the blue, laughing yet again.
Rose looked at Jerome for a minute and then spoke up.

"Since when have you taken a shower?" She asked him.

"About 2 wee-"

"FucKING HELL."

"What?"

"Jerome that's disgusting. Go take a shower, for the love of Christ."
"I don't have any other clothes, Einstein."
"I'll get you something."
As Jerome went to the bathroom to shower and not be gross, Rose prepared dinner, and by dinner, I mean 2 Cup o' Noodles. She waited 10 minutes and changed out of the large t-shirt into a regular old lady night gown which is better than sleeping naked. She also managed to get a pair of sweat pants though she didn't know how she got them. She knocked on the bathroom door, waiting for a response. "Jerome? I got your clothes." The door opened to reveal Jerome's head, since the rest of his body was hidden behind the door. He smiled and winked at the girl. "Thanks, princess." Within 4 minutes, the boy was done changing and out of the bathroom. Rose grabbed Jerome's arm, and led him to the kitchen. "I present to you: dinner!" She said, adding jazzhands for extra snazz. "Hey, look, this might not be a good time, but, you didn't give me any underwear." Jerome said, chuckling. "You're gonna have to live without them. Anyway, your bedroom's right in front of mine. Just for whenever you wanna sleep." Rose said. They both finished their noodles, and raced to their rooms. "Take that!" Jerome yelled/cackled when he saw that Rose wasn't even close to being in her room. They both went to sleep, and could only hope for the best; that the cops didn't catch them.
A/N - I literally wanna commit bc I tried to do this after me and a friend joked abt a shitty jerome fan fic lmao