Jeff X psychologist! Reader

Part 2

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"Don't call me that. Ever."

He could feel the cops grip on him tighten.

"Alright then, what should I call you?" your voice was calm and pleasant, unlike any other psychologist he had encountered, they always tried to sound tough and bold but Jeff could hear the fear laced in their voice.

"Jeff."

"Jeff? Ok then, why don't you take a seat." you motioned to the blue sofa. The cops pushed him forward and down until he sat on the sofa, parallel to you on the other chair.

"remove the restraints and leave us." Jeff was stunned. Never before had a human wanted to be left alone with him without restraints, especially a psychologist who read his case file, in fact they tend to want him put into more restraints. You where a strange one indeed. The cops looked at you with the same astonishment, but did as they where told. Once you where alone you turned back to jeff.

" I am inclined to tell you that what you say in this room to me is not recorded or documented in any way, shape or form. Anything you say will be in confidence and not leave this room. You may ask any questions you want and I will try to answer them as best I can. I only wish to help you and make sure you are comfortable and relaxed."

Jeff was lost for words, you must be lying, there must be a hidden camera somewhere.

" your lying. "

"I am not. I promise you. Nothing is documented. The only thing I write is a progress report, I do not write of what you've said nor what you ask."

"and I can ask you anything?"

"yes. Anything." Jeff shifted in his seat, thinking of what he could ask. He had never had a psychologist tell him that he could say anything and it wouldn't be documented, they would always bombard him with the typical questions like, " why did you kill you family?" or " where did you live after the incident?"

He didn't answer there questions, just laugh and swear at them. But you where different, although he still dint trust you he could at least ask you something.

" what's with all the blue?" it was the first question that popped up in his mind, what did you expect, this was the first time he'd ever got a chance to be the one asking the questions.

" well blue is supposed to be a calming colour. And of course we do want the patients to be calm."

That seemed logical. Jeff shifted in his seat once more.

" what's your name? "

"YFN"

An awkward silence loomed after Jeff ran out of questions, he couldn't think of anything else he could ask you.

" would you like something to eat?" you broke the silence. Eat? Jeff's stomach growled. Yeah, he could use something to eat, after all, due to his capturing he had missed out on dinner and had slept in that morning and missed breakfast.

" yeah, what you got?"

" I could order takeout for you. I bet its been a long time since you've had pizza or a burger."

It had defiantly been a long time. Slender wouldn't allow the boys to order takeout , but Jeff couldn't really hold a grudge after all they where killers and it would give away there location. Plus they didn't have a lot of money, only what they could scavenge or rob. Sure he'd had pizza on the odd occasion, of course that was cold pizza leftovers from his victims houses and it just wasn't the same.

After you ordered, the food came within 20 minutes. "that's faster than I got here" jeff mumbled under his breath. Tantalizing aromas came from the food containers. Jeff took no time in throwing open the cardboard restraint and gorging himself on the greasy deliciousness it held inside. Watching jeff eat you saw the scars in his mouth part with every chew, allowing you to see the chewed up mush that was once pizza. Bits of the food leaked out of the scars and down jeff's chin, proceeding to drop down onto his pants. As well as food, saliva leaked from his scars. The sight was, to say the least, disgusting- but you kept professional, smiled and tried not to cringe. Jeff- only after finishing his pizza and moving on to his burger- noticed you watching him. He knew that probably wasn't the best of scenes, after all the only ones that really didn't care about how each other looked was his fellow killers. Feeling your gaze upon him he shifted in his seat, only to feel wet patches on his inner thigh. Looking down he saw blobs of mushed food creating wet patches on his pants, quickly he grasped at his hoody's sleeve and wiped where his scars where. When bring his sleeve back down he looked a it, food mush was smudged against the fabric and dowsed in saliva- a single string of saliva still connecting his hoody sleeve with his scarred mouth.

"need a tissue?"

Shifting his gaze to you he expected you to be cringing and a look of disgust upon you face, but what he did see was your gentle smile and delicate SC hands holding a pale blue tissue.