Role play included (Completed)

Some may wonder what really makes Jeff tick, or how his story came to be. Come on a ride as you read my take on the origin of this infamous creepypasta. ⚠️Warning⚠️ This story contains strong language, violence, mild mentions of abuse and death. If you are young or a sensitive reader, please keep these in mind

『 #8 ɪɴ ᴊᴇғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ 』 The blood rushed over my body, heart beating, world spinning. It was a whole new world, I never knew something so bad could feel so good. The blood on my hands, the scream of their voices- I've done it. I've killed my first victims. This was the first murder in 2 years in our small town since Jeffery.. Now I know why he did it. The feeling, eating inside you, craving to get out. I stood there, staring at the bodies. I heard the sirens- growing closer, closer... And that when I saw him. Standing in the back yards corridor. Smiling, eyes not moving from my sight. "Found You." And that's when he grabbed my hand and ran. A new adventure began; [Trigger warnings: Murder; Rape; Prostitution]

What the title says

I Thought Jeff was Nice, I guess I was Wrong, He is..... You'll see in the story #10 in jeffxben ⬅️please stop reading this

She lived in fear of him, haunted by his smile. He shadowed her every move for the past years, desperate to kill her. His final survivor.