I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 3: What?

I stared at the ceiling. Jeff was fast asleep on my aching chest and I couldn't do anything. I didn't want to fall asleep because he might wake up and rape me again. I had to focus on staying awake and escaping. I glanced up at the handcuffs, then at the nightstand beside the bed. There it was: the knife he'd used to cut me. I hated him so much. I just wanted to plunge the knife deep into his chest and watch him die, but I couldn't.

If I can only free my hands . . . I could grab the knife . . . and get out of here.

I jerked and tried to pull my hands out of the cuffs. I tried to slip one hand out of the cuffs and that didn't work. I tried so many ways to get free, but no matter what I did, I was still stuck.

"Stupid fucker," I hissed, angrily.

Don't be calling names, my mother's voice scolded from the back of my mind.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want," I grumbled. "See this situation I'm in? Of course you don't because you're not fucking here to fucking see it."

Watch your mouth, Reese, my father's voice chimed in. There's no reason to be cursing like that.

"Butt out, asshole," I said. "Don't talk about shit you don't-"

I stopped mid sentence at the sound of laughter. I looked down at Jeff, who was laughing like a child. For a second, I was amazed at how sweet it sounded, before I remembered what he'd done to me. I grimaced and glared at him.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" I growled.

"I can't take it anymore," he said between laughs. "It's just too much."

"What?"

His laughter began to die as he pulled off his eye mask and wiped away a tear. He looked at me as he sat up.

"You're talking to yourself after only a day," he giggled. "I thought it would take at least three."

"Well I'm stuck here with a perverted asshole who fell asleep on top of me." I spat. "So shut the fuck up and mind your own business."

"You're pissed because I stripped you?" He said, raising one of his ultrathin eyebrows. I felt my face turn red. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

"Not only that but you raped me!" I shouted. "Are you that fucking dense?!"

"I didn't rape you," he replied with an evil smile. "I just implied that because I wanted to fuck with your mind first."

I was stunned, and surprisingly a little disappointed. He didn't actually do it? Well, what the fuck?

"You're lying," I said.

"No," he replied. "If I did manage to screw you, then your ass would feel sore."

"Or you're just very small," I retorted. He frowned, which looked weird with the carved in smile.

"Do you really want to play that card? Because I'm a lot bigger than you."

"How the hell do you know?" I blurted, instantly regretting it.

"It's not that hard to tell," Jeff smirked. "Those boxers hide nothing."

"Ew. Fuck off."

"You're not thinking before saying these things, are you?"

"I hate you," I huffed.

"The feeling is mutual," he grumbled before getting out of bed and stretching. He looked back at me before walking out of the bedroom, leaving me alone. I sighed in relief.

Jeff didn't rape me. Not physically, anyway. Mind rape, on the other hand, is something he's definitely guilty of. Dammit, I need to piss.

Jeff walked back in the room, scratching the side of his head. He'd put on some pajama pants, but still remained shirtless. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at me, thoughtfully. I only now had the time to analyze his torso. Like his face, his chest was pale white. He looked like one of those ancient statues, with well-defined abs that rippled when he moved. He looked thin while he wore his hoodie but now he just looked . . . I don't know.

"Do you like what you see?" Jeff asked when he noticed my stare.

"Fuck, no," I growled. "Now get these handcuffs off me. I need to use the bathroom."

"How about this? I'll get the key, and if you can take it from me, I'll take them off," he offered. I got a bad feeling in my stomach, so instead, I did something childish.

"How about you take these cuffs off or I'll pee on the bed," I retorted.

"Great," he replied, completely ignoring what I said. He went over to a dresser on the far wall and picked up a small key. Then he slowly made his way over to me. "Now this is the key to your handcuffs. Try to take it from me."

He stood over me before leaning in close so his face was mere inches away from mine. Then he put the key in his mouth. My face turned red when I realized what he wanted.

"Oh hell no," I protested. "I'm not going to-"

My words were cut short by Jeff's lips crashing into mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and I felt like my breath was being sucked out of my lungs. I tried to push away, turning my head but Jeff held my face still with his hands.

My body was on fire and I couldn't breathe. Then I tasted something metallic. The key.

Jeff finally pulled away and I coughed and gasped for air. A trail of saliva ran down Jeff's chin as he looked down at me. He smiled, a light blush across his cheeks. My face probably resembled a tomato. But I wasn't going to let him kiss me again because if he did, my head would probably explode.

I spat out the key and it landed beside me on the bed.

"There's the fucking key," I huffed. "Now take these cuffs off."

He didn't say a word as he did what I told him. As soon as my hands were free, I shot up out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.