(Anti X reader) Wall of Knives

(Anti X reader) Wall of Knives

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It's dark in the small chamber I'm in. All I can see is his outline, at least until he flips on a light. As my eyes adjust the brightness, I hear him sharpening a knife. It makes my skin crawl. I turn my head revealing a wall of knives. Clear fright displayed in my eyes, he smirks "do̅ ̟ỳoͩͅu͊ l̏īke̩̔ ̪͑my̥ ̉c̠̊o͇lͫl̮ec̟ť̯i̫ͨoͫn̿ d̈́e͕å̪r͗?" ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ slight abuse, mildly descriptive gore, slight smut, and ONE SUICIDE ATTEMPT, there will be a warning before all of this happens
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*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"

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