Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 86: Fine

This chapter contains vulgar language, abuse and slight gore!

be prepared!
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You came down with a smack, unable to catch yourself due to your erratic and pained behavior. Your head smacked onto the dirty wooden floorboards.

But you didn't care anymore.

You didn't care about how you looked, you didn't care about how wounded and stained you were.

You cared about one tiny thing;

And that was the glimmering, bloody key in your hand.

You squeezed a little, feeling the object in your hand was pure bliss. Your forehead was touching the ground, your gaze focused onto nothing but darkness. But you felt that damned key in your hands. You turned your head a little, hoping to get a small glance of what power you held before you...

But you stopped immediately when you heard another sound.

The ecstasy was replaced by something darker, something far worse than you could have planned out. Almost immediately you felt the power of the key being drained, as if it had no might to protect you anymore.

You heard a loud grunt of frustration.

Fear paralyzed your body as you were laying on the ground, as still as ice. Each movement could result in immediate death, each movement could be your last. You breathlessly kept still, wondering if it was just a mere trick of the mind or if the worst case scenario had really come true.

Jeff was already back into the room.

The silence sneered through the small space like a knife through a cake, the tension thickening with each moment as you kept listening for any movement, any moan of disappointment or sound of breathing.

There was none.

Your mind was still fuzzy thanks to the whole 'retrieve the key thing'. During that exact moment, your head was in a complete split over what to feel. Your brain was trembling and overflowing with emotions, as if they were displayed through each other and constantly overruling the weakest one.

You were happy but sad, angry but relieved, scared but determined. You had found the damned key, good for you. But there is also immediate danger now.

You wanted to get up, to keep down, to scream, to cry... and to keep silent.

It was as if your head was beginning to disintegrate, as if your insides were having an error which couldn't be fixed. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that the sound was just a mere coincidence and that everything would be fine.
But has that hoping something so fictional ever helped before?

Deciding to just face your ill fate you took a deep breath, raising your head up a little to figure out what exact danger you were in. And you saw it immediately.

Sitting on the bed, head covered by his hands, sat none other than your worst nightmare and at the same time your knight in shining armor...

Jeff.

You quickly tried to scramble up, sitting on your knees before Jeff spoke softly:

"I don't understand.... I don't fucking understand..." still squeezing the key tightly you opened your mouth to speak, but soon closed it again once you realized you had little to say to him. What would and could you possibly say now that would ease his mood? You watched him closely, afraid of what he was capable of now.