Pale House (Jeff the Killer)

There she cowered, trapped in a pig pen,
Ravaged,
Mud clinging to her skin
like a shameful child,
Filth sucking at her hands,

And towering before her?

The butcher,

The glint of a metallic blade caught her eyes,

While his shadow inevitably swallowed what little dignity had remained in her flesh...

So, there stands the question---

----Is she man enough?

WARNING: This story contains very dark themes, lots of potty-mouth words, and plenty of abuse from side-characters. Also references of SA, (It is for the plot but I do try to stay away from having it TOO graphic.) substance abuse, and depiction of suicide. I tend to go very in depth with gore, so, you have been warned.

Side-note, because this is my first story posting: Yes, it is a very slow-burn romance, (as in they don't express their interest in each other until WAAAYY LATER) because these are NOT normal people, they ARE psychotic--- so if you are someone who struggles to find such patience, that's my bad.... ALSO I try to stay as true-to-character as possible for all the creepypasta characters shown in this fanfiction, the only not really canon thing is that the trio is in the story and they work for slender, which, yes, I understand is not accurate because they are part of MH, but we ignore it for the storyline.
Bon appetit 🪱