Running from the Past and to the Future [Jeff the Killer x Reader]
Scream. Cry. Fall. Grunt. Splutter. Cut. Inject. Electrocute. Again. I've been in this hell hole of a prison for who knows how long. Since I was six. I don't know how old I am. I don't even know what time is at this point. All I know is that I want to get out. All I need is an opportunity- ah. There's one. ~...