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

Chapter 75: A little... Fire

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

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Pain... Pain and peace... Those were the first things you felt when you woke up, when the darkness was pulled away and you got control over your own mind again. Your head felt like it was about to explode and your throat was as dry as a desert.

You felt something soft against your cheek, something warm engulfing your whole body... Aside from the pain felt you were surprisingly comfortable. Taking in a deep breath you realized how hard it was to breathe, how much pain that simple action had caused you.

Clenching your eyes shut tightly you tried to wake up a little more, being too hazy to think right now. You tried to open your eyes slowly, helping them getting accustomed to a little more light. The first thing you saw was white.

A white sweater.

This immediately caused you to be on guard, the fogginess and haziness from before disappearing and your body getting ready for a quick escape.

"It sure took you long enough." You heard the familiar gruff voice speaking, feeling his hot breath on the top of your head. It was then you felt something else, something very small and almost unnoticeable on your body.

Not daring to move your head you glanced over to your side, seeing Jeff's arm being outstretched towards you. You saw something glistening in his hand and it took you a moment to realize he was tracing lines with his knife on your upper body.

You didn't respond to his words, merely wondering what had happened before. You had passed out, that was for certain... But something told you that you didn't just go to bed like days before. Getting reminded of the trouble breathing you finally realized.

He had been choking you. He wanted to leave... You didn't let him... And then he choked you.

You wanted to shoot up, to search the room for any other threat... But you stayed put, not even moving a pinky. Jeff was here... He was lying next to you. If he would have wanted you dead so badly then he would have pressed harder, until you didn't breathe anymore.

Second you were in the bed, perfectly covered and almost... Nicely and comfortably placed. Was this all his doing? Then if his reason wasn't to kill you... Then why the hell did he choke you? Was that... His way of getting you out of the way? Did he leave as soon as you were out?

You hated yourself for looking so vulnerable.

For begging a fucking killer not to leave your side, for desperately clinging on to him like a little child. Of course you should've fucking know that he was going to do something that would cause you pain. He doesn't feel sympathy, mercy or any feeling other than lust, anger and ecstasy.

You were weak, plagued by your own thoughts that you did things you had sworn not to do... Heh... Maybe you were really developing Stockholm syndrome.

The headache only became worse the more you began to think, so you tried focusing on something else. On the knife that was dangerously close to your body for example. You didn't dare to swallow, afraid that the sound would cause the killer to dig the shiny object deep inside of you.

After constantly convincing yourself that he wasn't going to get rid of you so easily, you couldn't help but to still be scared of him. You still feared him. Like living with a hungry animal... He's on your side now but once he has tasted your blood the chance that he'll attack becomes bigger and bigger.

"You're such a fucking troublemaker, you know?" He spoke again, the knife still tracing lines over your skin. You noticed how it was bloody, yet it wasn't from your own blood. He didn't press deep enough to give you even a small cut, it was merely used as taunting... Or something else.