Kill me [Jeff the killer x OC/F!Reader]

Elara's stomach flipped in anticipation. A disassembly trial, she thought. The first real interaction with an outside force that wasn't just 'monitoring' her. An interaction with the intent to harm. Malice.

"Trial forty-two," she whispered, her voice a soft, melodic hum that didn't waver even as Jeff positioned the jagged point of the rod over the center of her hand. "Go ahead," Elara dared. "I've had sensors drilled into my bone marrow without anesthesia. I've had my blood replaced with synthetic coolants just to see if I'd freeze. You can't show me anything my creators haven't already documented."

Jeff's grin widened, a jagged, terrifying distortion of his scarred face. "They were looking for data. I'm looking for a scream."

-OR-

One is a monster by choice. The other is a masterpiece by force.

Elara Gray-Subject Number 7-was engineered by her own parents to be the peak of human physical perfection. She doesn't run. She doesn't scream. And she definitely doesn't die. After escaping the clinical hell of her father's laboratory, Elara finds herself in the crosshairs of the world's most infamous urban legend.

But Jeff the Killer quickly learns that you can't kill something that sees your knife as a diagnostic tool.

To the rest of the world, Jeff is a nightmare; to Elara, he is the only person honest enough to treat her like the anomaly she is. She isn't looking for a savior-she's looking for the only man alive capable of breaking her warranty. Now, they are a twisted duo: a man who lives for the hunt and a girl who strives to ruin it.
The Lab wants their property back. Jeff wants his peace and quiet. Elara just wants to find her breaking point...and maybe another burger.

Warning: This book contains triggering topics such as SH, suicide attempts, graphic descriptions, and cannibalism. Reader discretion is advised.