Jane and Jeff the Killer

Chapter Four

It wasn't long before I heard him come up the stairs. I could've angered him. I hope so. I'll try once more to attack once I relieve myself. His footsteps becon louder through the halls.

The door opens, and I see a bucket in his hand. Why on earth would he have a bucket? What is he going to gut me, and feed me to something? Or is he going to slit my throat and drain my blood into the bucket, douse it with bleach and alcohol, poor the concoction back onto me, and set me on fire once more? Why on earth would he have a damn bucket?

"Why do you have a bucket." I leered over at him as he closes the door.

"I figured you needed to go to the bathroom." He just kind of stood there awkwardly. Is he hearing me think? Oh god..

"Don't you have a bathroom?" I let out a sarcastic remark.

"The water isn't working right now, I have to fix it later. Buckets better than nothing." He sat it by one of the walls, undid my bindings, and led me over.
"Aren't you going to give me some privacy?" I just stood there with my arms crossed.

"No, I won't look, but I'm not leaving the room. I may be being nice to you, but I don't trust you not to do something stupid." He walked a few feet away, motioned for me to do my business, and turned around.

Naturally I relieved myself, I noticed some toilett paper on the floor. He must've brought it up in his pocket or something. I picked a piece of plaster up off of the floor, I chucked it at his back. I hope he realizes I'm finished.
He turns around, and grins. Well you know what I mean. He walks over takes my arm, leaves the bucket and ties me back to the bed. He leaves the room without saying a word, and just before he closes the door I scoff at him. I hope he gets my point.

As the night draws on the air gets colder, and the breeze gets stronger. I didn't really look out the window much. I finally decided instead of staring into the blank darkness of this old room, I'd rather just look out the window. What's the worst that can happen? When I turn to look the crow is gone. I realize that the moonlight streaming in is from a small sliver shining through the thick trees. Everywhere my eyes can see there's a tree. We must be in some kind of thick forest. Hell the trees are taller than the house. Old. Of course.

I try planning an escape route from here. Try determining which way is north, but that's hard to do when you have absolutely no idea where you are, let alone how far away you are from the nearest road. I know he said his water isn't working, so maybe we're close to town. Most older houses in this shape don't have water, so if he has had water running before, perhaps we're close. Nevertheless I could be wrong. He might be using well water, and the pipes could be clogged. So I guess either way I'm fucked.

I notice it starts to lighten outside. Not much, the trees block out most of the light. I should've expected that. Dark hideout, dark forest, dark person. Fitting. What little light makes its way brightens the room just enough that I notice something on the closet door. Maybe something Jeff didn't take the time to pay attention too. It's sharp looking, and there's a glint from the sunshine.

I shake the bed, not loudly but enough to measure the sturdiness. As I expected even old and well built, age has done a number to it. I feel a huge give in the structure of the wood, enough to either break the post, or loosen it enough to slip my bindings out of it. I pull, just enough to slip my bindings, but not break the post. I walk carefully on the disgusting carpet, and find the object of my interest. It's an old coat hangar, metal and sharp. Perfect for what I need.

I take my arms from behind my back, under my legs, and in front of me. I reach up to grab it, but I hear foot steps. I have to hurry back the bed, I need to get my arms behind me and pretend that I'm still tied. I rush over to the bed as quietly as I can, hoping he doesn't hear me. Just as I place myself the door swings open.

"What were you doing?" He looked over at me questioning my appearance. Then he peers over at the closet door. Fuck he knows.

"Nothing, I've been sitting here watching the damn sun rise." Maybe he'll take what I say and believe me. I hope so.

"No you weren't. I heard you, what were you doing?" This time he's smiling at me. I know he knows, there's no point in hiding it now. I should've figured.

"Okay, so I guess you aren't dumb. What're you going to do about it? You've kept me in this room all night. Fed me once, and other than that there's been nothing. What am I supposed to do? How is his supposed to show me you're not bad?!" I could feel my cheeks getting hot. I know I was getting frustrated with everything.
"It's just one night-" he began to say, but that just infuriated me more.
"One night?! How long do you plan on keeping me chained up in this old fucking house! I'm freezing and have barely eaten! How fucking long do you plan on keeping me here Jeff?! How long?!" I realize once I've finished my ranting, well that I freaked out a little too much. But under my circumstances wouldn't anyone? I know they're not the worst but I'm still in the grasp of Jeff the Killer.
" Long enough to show you the real me. So however long it takes. I've planned to this point. I kept you up here so that I could figure out arrangements for you. Sorry that you were tied up for one night." I can tell I've upset him. Maybe I could've been a little nicer, I mean it is just one night.
Wait what the hell am I thinking? Am I feeling guilt for hurting his feelings! What? Okay, the longer I'm here the worse that's going to get. I need to kill him as fast a possible, or something bad is going to happen. I cannot fail the people who's lives have been taking by this cold blooded psychopathic asshole.