Crazed Love

Chapter 8

"Aw Alice, you know if you try to use that you could hurt yourself, just like daddy take that big scary knife from you." Jeff said and reached for the knife and I jerked it away from him. Then he reached for my stomach and clutched it, letting his dirty claws dig into my flesh.

"Get your dirty nails out of my stomach." I demanded.

He chuckled and gripped harder, I whimpered and lunged the knife into his abdomen and twisted it. He groaned and pulled on my stomach making me closer to him. He leaned his head down so we were face to face.

"Dog your knife into me harder, I like the pressure that comes from it, it's arousing." He chuckled in my face and ripped his claws out of my stomach.

I yelped in pain but I jammed the knife deeper into his abdomen and he held my wrist tightly and twisted the knife himself and moaned. I glared up at him and his eyes were full of lust.

He crouched over my lips to his cheek. I breathed heavily against his cheek and he blew into my ear.

"Jane was right, you are a freak, how can you enjoy a knife in your abdomen and having it twisted? You're a freak of nature and you're never going to be loved. Did you know that Jeff? I hope you're taking all this to heart." I whispered harshly into his cheek.

"You know I love this Alice, you and me standing here, you in just your underwear with you sleek pale skin exposed to my eyes. Me lusting to over power you once again, me feeling myself thrust into you as you squeal and squirm. I want to feel you again, and I will." He whispered into my neck and kissed it softly.

"Too bad pervert, I'm going to eat your eyes before you do that again, sucks that you can't blink since your eye lids are burnt away." I laughed slightly at him.

He growled and shoved me into the wall holding me by my wrist. He lifted my up slightly so my tip toes were touching the ground. My knife was still in his abdomen. He thrusted himself towards me and pushed the knife all the way through his abdomen and out his lower back, he grabbed the blade and yanked it out. His stomach started to re-attach and his organs twisted back into place, then his skin sewed itself up and he was healed. He held my knife by the handle and stabbed my wrist into the wall. I couldn't break free. My feet were no longer touching the floor and Jeff was smirking like a mad man.

"I think I leave you hanging up there for a bit, maybe I'll just," He backed up slightly and sat on the bed facing me with his legs open and his hands behind his back resting on the mattress, "chill here, and watch you squirm and try to escape. Maybe I can make a game out of this, every hour you don't escape, I stab another knife into you, sticking you to the wall even more." He chuckled at his own words.

"You fucking freak, let me go!" I yelled at him, trying to yank the knife out of my wrist.

"Hold that thought babe, I'm going to be right back," then he walked out of the room.