Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 19: Our little Cabin

Cabin in the woods was an understatement. It was a small log cabin literally in the middle of no where, a lake stretching out behind it as far as the eye could see. "This... Is it...?" I made a face.
"You'll like the inside..." Jeff chuckled as he walked by with my bags, setting them down for a moment to unlock the door, then picks them up again and goes inside. I sighed and followed him, shutting and locking the door behind me, and froze. He was right.

"Oh my..." My eyes traveled around the interior of the cabin. It was modern on the inside, a beautiful open concept kitchen, leather furniture in the living room with a large tv which was hung above a wood burning fireplace.

"Bedroom's in here." Jeff called. I followed his voice to the room that branched off of the kitchen. It was big, with a kingsized four poster bed, with black sheets and overstuffed pillows. On the windows hung thick, black curtains that blocked out any sunlight, the only light coming from the small lamp on the bedside table. There was also two dressers on either side of the door. It was simple. For sleeping... and maybe other things. I blushed at the thought.

"Do you like it...?" He asked, walking over. "There's things in the bathroom for you and some new clothes in the dresser." I smiled.

"It's so... homey..." I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a little chilly.

"I'll get the fire going." Jeff kissed my forehead as he walked out. I went over to the dresser and pulled the top drawer open.

"Wow.." there wasn't just SOME clothes. It was a whole new wardrobe. I pulled out a black lacy thong, holding it up. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked at it. Did he buy it... Because he wanted me to wear it...? I looked around the drawer more and found the matching bra and black thigh highs with lacy tops.

Pulling my shirt off, I kicked the door shut, wanting to surprise him with the undergarments. I undid my jeans and kicked them off along with my underwear, unhooking my bra. Stepping into the thong, I pulled it up, then rolled on the thigh highs and put on the bra, looking through the dresser for something else to wear. I found a tight, strapless dress, slipping it on and reaching behind myself to zip it up. Finally, I took out my ponytail and shook out my hair with my fingers, taking the straps off the bra and putting them back in the drawer, closing it.

"Aslin..?" There was a knock at the door. I opened it and watched as he bit his lip, his eyes going up and down me. "T-the fires going. You can watch tv while I cook..." I suppressed a groan. Will nothing work..? Instead, I sighed and walked past him and into the living room, falling onto the couch.

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"Here." Jeff placed a plate of food on the table in front of me along with a glass of red wine. I smiled up at him and picked up my fork. It was steak, medium rare the way I liked it, and steamed vegetables.

"Thank you." I said as I took a bite, my eyes fluttering shut.

He chuckled. "Is it good..?" He asked as he sat down next to me with his own plate. I nodded and took a sip of my wine, which was also amazing.

"I didn't know you could cook.." I said, cutting off another piece.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me..." He said, watching me again, his wineglass to his lips. I paused mid-chew and wished I had a camera. Even with the smile cut into his face, you could tell that he was gorgeous. My fingers itched to run along his jaw, or trace his bottom lip, but I forced myself to look away and continue eating. I could almost feel his smirk.

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Jeff's P.O.V

She was on her third glass of wine and was getting pretty giggly. I hadn't even finished my first.

"Why won't you make love to me..?"

I almost spit out my drink. "A-Alsin we've talked about this..." I looked over and her eyes were serious. She got up and walked over and sat on my lap, straddling my hips. Her dress rode up around her waist and I could see she was wearing the thigh highs... I sucked in a breath and looked up at her.

"Jeff... Please..." her hands were on either side of my face, her thumb running over my bottom lip. I shuddered and my lips parted. She bent down and kissed me and I was lost. My hands made their way to the back of the dress and I teared the fabric open, pulling it off her. She gasped and I took the chance to slide my tongue into her mouth, exploring around, savoring the taste of her mixed with the wine.

I stood up and gripped her thighs, carrying her to the bedroom. I knew there was no stopping ourselves this time.