White Maiden (Jeff the killer x reader)
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She didn't think about her life to much, since she saw herself no different then a pebble in a stream. So many others along the same bay, just ideally watching the stream of life flow and waiting for the day she is skipped into the abyss of peaceful slumber. But, until then she'd like to see the beauty of life. In her white dress looking at the field of flowers not knowing where she was, she was truly at peace. She felt as if she could truly fall asleep just fine right then and there.
"I could help with that"
(Warning extremely graphic things accrue in grate detail, if your easily disturbed this is no, repeat, NOT the storey for you)
(Picture for the cover dose not belong to me, it's a image I found)
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