fear(Jeff+reader)(OLD)

Punishment

He throws me down on the old creepy white bed and hooks the metal loop back around my ankle.
I'm so tired, from crying and the mental pain. I can't do this. I don't want this. Please.
I stare off blankly wanting, wishing to die, or to be saved. He's quietness and the evil stare he's giving me is terrifying, what is he thinking.
="you deserve a punishment"=
What is he going to do to me?

Jeffs POV

I watch her silently, thinking.
=what to do, what to do?=
I let out an evil laugh and step closer to her. An amazing look of horror covers her beautiful face.
=let the fun begin=

Angels POV

My eyes widen and I try to back up from him, but before I can he reaches out and grabs the collar of my hoodie and pull me to my feet.
I let out a small noise and a grunt as he throws me to the floor.
I look up at him, I scream and tear  up again as her pulls out his long slick  kitchen knife.
I try to scuttle backwards away from him but my attempts are stoped as the chain attached to my ankle won't let me move any further to flee away from the phycotic boy above me.
He straddles my legs a struggle under his weight
~warning blood read at your own risk~
he grabs the edge of my hoodie and pulls it up revealing my pale stomach I reach out without thinking and slap him, as hard as possible on his right cheek. I freeze so does he his head slightly turned to the side.  He turns his head back to face me, my heart seams to freeze along with my breath at the look of pure rage and anger set in his dilated dark eyes.
I scream as he lowers the sharp edge of the knife to my reviled stomach.  He grabs both my hands and holds them above my head with his free hand, he pushes the sharp knife against my stomach drawing a thin lone a few inches long across my stomach.
He begins to laugh wickedly as my screams become louder and my crys  become more frantic and pained.
When he's Finnish he let's me go, my hands automatically fly to my stomach the cut let's out a thin stream of blood, but the pain is wild.
   I cry out more as I clench my eyes hold my new wound. 
The world around me becomes quiet as I start to fall asleep. 
=no... I can't.. Not... Around... Him.... = my mind begs me not to fall asleep but I don't listen I couldnt stay awake if I wanted to.
My crys are slowly sclinced as I drift off slowly to sleep.

                   ~misty~