Love Me (Yandere! Jeff the killer)

Chapter 6

[Trigger warning: some dialogue and other content implies rape or coercion. Sex/rape does not happen, but these themes are still present. Please proceed with caution.]

-Jeff-

I want...

Blood...

I lay next to her again. She was sleeping so peacefully. So gently.

This strange girl.

How does she not notice me?

Why does she never even look?

I growled to myself as she shifted in her sleep.

I could feel anger reaching through me. Want me to hurt her.

She gives everyone else the time of day. But not me. I'm always by her side. Does she even realize how many people I've saved her from? Kept from stealing her away?

I deserve some respect.

I deserve her.

I deserve her body.

Her love.

Her soul.

She. Is. Mine.

I growled again, watching her sleeping face. I saw red. There was hardly anyone left that would approach her. That came near her.

I want to kill someone near her. But there's hardly anyone left.

I guess they got smart.

I leaned closer to her, my wrist aching from holding up my head so long. My elbow pressed into the mattress. I'm in this position most nights now, sitting close to her.

I frowned as much as I could, feeling my eyebrows scrunch low.

She will love me. She will not have a choice.

I moved my free hand to her face. I brushed my knuckles against her face. Tracing her cheek bone. Down her chin.

I curled my hand tight and extended my pointer finger. I dragged the tip across her lips, dirty fingernail catching on the skin.

I glowered at her. Scowling at the peacefulness.

She should talk to me.

She should worship me.

"Wake up." I said lowly.

No movement.

"I said fucking wake up."

I sat up and stretched my wrist slightly, feeling it pop. But I didn't care.

I felt my large form lurch over her. Felt my knees press into the bed by her legs.

"Wake. Up." I said a little loudly.

She still didn't move.

I scowled harder, feeling the muscles on my face tighten.

I grabbed her shoulders firmly. I squeezed, but she was still motionless. Nothing save for the soft breathing and flicking of her eyes under her eyelids.

I shook violently.

Her eyes snapped open. I stared as they finally - finally - met mine with a gasp. I froze. That same feeling from the day we met took over. I felt myself fall into her, into her eyes.

She consumed me, holds me. Just her, all I need and want is her to look at me.

She opened her mouth, and I knew what she was trying to do. I'd seen it so many times before.