My stomach is killing me but Jeff’s hands on me feel good they’re so cold and shockingly soft. I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of safety in his arms. I was feeling myself slowly relax and feel comfortable around him. Almost as if I were in love with him. How does that make sense? ‘Girl falls for her insane murdering kidnapper’ yup that would be on the front page of the newspaper for sure. He told me that I had to have good stamina and energy to do his task…
“Who do I have to kill?” I didn’t rally want to know the answer but I wanted to be able to mentally prepare myself.
“Your worst enemy.” He said it so easily
“I have to kill Brittany?”
“Yes.”
“Ok…I can do that. She’s a bitch and I hate her she’s the reason that I have scars on my wrists and thighs.”
“Let me see…”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “What? Why?!?”
“I want to see what she made you do”
“Fine…” I pulled up my sleeves and showed him my scars. “Happy now?”
He looked at my wrists then up to me. “No more okay? Please”
Why would he care if I self-harmed or not?
“Okay…” I said as I sighed and pulled my sleeves down again then I leaned against his chest and fell back asleep.
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Trapped A Jeff The Killer Romance.
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