I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 2: I'm Sorry

"Don't EVER touch this again!"

Jeff's words echoed in my head as I laid there on the floor. My face throbbed from the slap I'd received. Jeff walked away and returned with handcuffs.

"You're going to pay for this," he said, grabbing my wrists and locking them in the cuffs. I didn't bother struggling this time because he would hit me again. After he finished cuffing me, he picked me up. He took me to the corner and hung me up on the motor lift. My feet touched the floor easily while my hands were attached to the hook of the lift. Jeff adjusted it, making it so that only my toes could touch the floor. I stared at a large stain near my feet and my eyes widened when I realized that it was blood.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, trying to keep a calm voice. He ignored me and brought out his knife. Then he started cutting my shirt open. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Jeff growled, holding the knife against my throat. Then he continued cutting my shirt until it fell to the floor, leaving my chest completely exposed. I shivered as he trailed the cold knife across my skin.

"Stop," I whimpered. He didn't listen and instead, he cut a line down the center of my chest. I stifled a groan as I stared, desperately, into his eyes. "Please, Jeff."

He moved the knife farther down before cutting another line next to it. Then another. And another. I screamed and pleaded with him to stop.

"Jeff, please, I'm sorry. Don't do this!" I closed my eyes in despair. "Please, I'm begging you."

He stopped and dropped the knife on the floor. I looked back up at him. For a moment, he just stared back at me. Then tears welled up in his eyes and he put his hands over his mouth. Jeff fell to his knees and started to sob.

"I'm sorry, Liu."

- - - - - - - -

Jeff knelt in front of me, sobbing like a child. For the first time, I saw him as a human being instead of a monster.

Why is he crying?

"I'm so sorry, Liu," he apologized. He was somewhere else, lost in some memory. I didn't know what he did to Liu or why he was apologizing. Then it hit me.

They're brothers.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to play along with his delusion. "Jeff."

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over. I tried for a smile and said, "I forgive you, Jeff."

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I just . . ."

Jeff's voice trailed off as he cried at my feet. I didn't know what to do. I was handcuffed to a motor lift and couldn't move. Then he stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a tender embrace. My chest stung where he'd cut me and I gritted my teeth at the pain. Jeff's grip on me grew tighter and I gasped for air. He picked me up and my hands fell away from the hook. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him, gently.

"It's okay," I said. "You'll be alright."

"But you won't," he replied, before his grip became so tight that he literally squeezed the air out of me. I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath before everything faded to black.

- - - - - - - -

I opened my eyes. At first, everything was blurry. When my vision became clear, I realized that I was in a warm bed.

Did somebody save me? . . . Or am I dead?

I tried to move but my arms were cuffed to the headboard. Something brushed against my side. I looked down and found the pale body of Jeff lying there next to me, his head on my stomach. He wore an eye mask so I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not.

I knew it. I'm in Hell.

I couldn't hold my tears in anymore and began to cry.

What did I do to deserve this?

Jeff stirred and lifted the mask away from his eyes. He sat up and stared down at me. I turned my head, trying to hide my tears.

"You won't die," he said. "Is that why?"

"Why what?"

"Crying," he replied, nonchalantly.

"I-I'm not," I argued.

"Don't lie to me," he said, grabbing my face and making me look at him. "I hate liars."

"Who doesn't?" I shot back.

"Tell me why you're crying. Is it because you won't die? Is it because your wounds hurt? Or is it because of something that you think happened while you were unconscious?" He hovered over me and pulled back the blanket that covered us up. My pants were missing, leaving me in only my underwear. Jeff was also in his underwear. My eyes widened as his words registered.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, no longer caring that he saw the tears running down my face.

"Because I want to," he said, smugly. "I want to see how much you can take before you break."

"Just let me go," I said.

"But what fun would that be?" He replied, lying next to me on the bed. He rested his head on my chest and looked up at me. "I suppose I could chase you, but it was hard enough to catch you the first time. I think I'll just keep you here. Now sleep."

Jeff put his mask over his eyes and covered us up again.

Great. This is just great. I'm handcuffed to a bed with a killer that probably just raped me when I was knocked out, and now he expects me to sleep. I can't sleep.

A/N: Hello. First of all, thank you for making it this far. Second, please don't throw or put your fist through the device you read this on because of the whole R-A-P-E thing.

😱😬 SPOILER ALERT!!! 😬😱
Jeff did nothing to Reese while he was asleep, okay. He just implied it to mess with Reese.
But Reese doesn't know that so don't tell him yet. He'll hate me for it. 😠
Then we wouldn't have a story. 😵
He'll find out the details in one of the later chapters.

Hopefully we'll see each other then. Sweet Nightmares, my spicy unicorns!