(MAYBE) Jeff The Killer

(MAYBE) Jeff The Killer

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I dived out of the grip of Jeff, the wide grin that was cut into his face got a whole lot bigger, he drove his knife into my leg leaving me yelping in pain, I noticed his eyes. His eyes were so different, they were completely blacked out. As I squirmed and rolled around in pain, he edged towards the gaping slash in my thigh. His eyes began to return to their normal colour, his face transformed into a look of great regret and sadness, the blood lust was over for now. Worried, he quickly said "Im sorry, I love you", and slowly started to clean up my wound using his shirt. I didn't want to forgive him, but his soft touch left me speechless, his body made me lust for him more and more. It was then I knew he was the one I truly was in love with.
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He's psychotic, mad in the head, and shivers at the sweet taste of flesh. All Jeff desired was the perfect kill. A victim to fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his sick cravings. He found who he was looking for, but was she too feisty, even for his taste? Too accustomed to his being there? When Jeff realizes this, he doesn't know whether to end her or not. The option is tempting, but there's something deeper to this story. Something that prohibits his inner murderer from stabbing her lifeless. He begins to feel something sick, even sicker than all the blood shed and fear he's caused, the longer he's met with those green, nostalgic eyes. He begins to remember.

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