~I'm the Psychopath~? §!Jeff the killer × Reader!§

.Chapter Six.

The sound of her jagged breath was the only thing that could be heard in the darkened room. Her eyes bounced off each wall, looking for something that could help her in the future. Finding nothing useful, she huffed and closed her eyes.

"Fuck!" She yelled out in pain, trying not to make things worse for herself. Groaning, she pulled on the handcuffs forcefully, hoping that they would just magically break. Still skimming the room hopefully, she saw a dagger on the nightstand next to her.

(Y/n) winced and cried out, loosing her hope faster than needed. She then moved her shaky foot towards the table, bumping the weapon. The side table wobbled, causing the dagger to scoot farther away. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, frantically trying to come up with a plan.

As she hung from the meat hook, she stopped and controlled her breathing, doing her best to keep her motivation alive enough to do something useful. Her hands lightly fiddled with the handcuffs, trying to figure out some way to loosen them.

As she struggled, she head light footsteps from the door Jeff had exited out of earlier. Her heartbeat speed up, her eyes darting around the room for something.

"Think, think, think...!" She whispered to herself, getting more and more frustrated without each moment. Suddenly, a click was heard from the handcuffs. Her eyes widened as she moved her fingers around the left cuff. The cuffs opened up just enough for her hand to squeeze out of, causing a sigh of relief to come from her lips.

She wiggled her hand, trying to slip out her hand without moving to much. After three failed attempts, she finally managed to rip her hand from the cuffs, a quiet yell escaping her mouth while doing so. Her breath began to shake as she moved her arms to the front of her. The cuffs had ripped through her thumb, causing it to bleed and throb.

"Yes. Perfect," (Y/n) grumbled, now looking at the other hand that was still cuffed. Fiddling with it, she luckily managed to rip it off a lot easier than other one. Her head shot up, looking over at the dagger. (Y/n) then swung her foot, bumping the table once more, only for the dagger to fall to the ground.

"Shit!" She hissed out, moving her hands to her face in pure frustration. "How the fu-" she cut herself off, looking at the table again. Her head clicked together, forming a plan.

Swinging her foot over to the table carefully, she caught the side of it. Her heart sped, her eyes now fluttering around the table. Her hopes of escaping heightened, a small smile forming on her lips. She slowly slid the table over enough to where her other foot could catch on.

"Yes... yes...!" She called out excitedly, now pulling it under her. Softly, she placed her feet onto the wooden surface, shifting her body weight on to it carefully.

It was stable enough to stand on, which was perfect for the time being. She then caught her balance, now standing independently. Every move she made caused a shock of pain through her back.

"Now to...." She mumbled, moving her hands towards her back, now touching the mental meat hook. It's cold touch sent goosebumps through her body.

Moving her hands up, she noticed the meat hook was attached to a metal wire that lifts and lowers if pressure is applied to it. Huffing, she closed her eyes and bit the insides of her cheeks, ripping the meat hook from out of her. Sharp breaths and yells came from her as she tried to remove it as fast as possible.

Once she was one hundred percent sure that it was fully out, she pulled away from it, falling off the table and on to the concrete floors. Coughing, (Y/n) looked over to the dagger that had fallen earlier. Grabbing it, she smuggled it carefully.

She moved on to her stomach, feeling the cold air hit her open wound, which caused it to throb intensely. "I have to get the fuck out of here..." she mumbled to herself, forcing herself up on to her elbows and knees. Cutting her eyes at the large door, she used the last of her strength to stand. Grunts and moans slipped from her as she used the table to help her.