Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 13

"Jeff..." I began while he leaned over my face to protect me from the slowly falling rain.
"What if I get caught? Like, what if you're out one day, and the police find me? After all, I'm not as strong as you... There's no way I could do what you did that one morning with all the police.."
He said nothing, just stared into my eyes. It was a stupid question, I must admit. But that thought always ran through my head, even when I was in a deep slumber.
A few moments passed, and he still gave me no sign if replying.
"I guess that was a dumb question to ask... I just-"
He grabbed my hand tightly, interrupting my sentence and forced his lips on mine. It wasn't pleasant, only because of the large portion of lips he was missing, but I could feel every emotion he's ever felt within the gasps of breath he'd take. My eyes closed tightly as my body shook with sheer pleasure.
"Amelia-" he paused and brushed the hair out of my face and pulled out his short, sharp knife from his bag and held it against my stomach. My eyes widened as he began pressing it into the flesh on my stomach; I could here every layer of skin tearing and each drop of blood falling with the warm rain.
"I love you." He muttered, while placing his lips on mine once more before my vision gave out.