Hey guys! I'm in a writing mood right now! :3
Jane woke up to darkness again as she tries to force her eyes open to get a view.
Her hands were no longer tied behind a chair but something else she couldn't see. Probably a pipe she could guess.
Jane was confused on how she got here for a few moments, then her memories came back in full force.
Now remembering what happened she began to sob. Her parents, her friends are all dead...and she was forced to eat parts of them!
Jane felt disgusted with herself for eating parts of her loved ones.
"No...It's not my fault." Jane thought in anger, Feeling her hatred for Jeff continues to grow ever stronger.
She was so lost in her thoughts she jumped when she heard a door opening, seeing a dark figure walking to what she guessed is the light switch.
Jane can now see Jeff perfectly walking towards her until he was standing right in front of her.
"Come on." he was sitting on his knees, and his face was positioned right before hers, and she gasped when she first stared into his bloodshot charcoal, black eyes.
"Beg. Whine. Whimper. Scream."
She was still crying but she kept her eyes wide open, pleading with his. She took a quick glance around the small room; it looked almost like a larger attic. There were big and small boxes all around her, clothing that he'd probably never worn were hung on hangers. Built in drawers were in the walls on her left and right. A door was on the wall opposite of hers, and she could almost not see it, because Jeff was kneeling right in front of her. Definitely a attic.
"Cry louder." he tried to smirk. "Don't you think your life is important enough to beg and scream for? Maybe…if you're lucky, someone will hear you."
He reached behind his back and pulled back a large butcher knife that is still covered in blood. She gasped and she could have sworn her tears were so hot the steam was burning her face.
"P-Please…" she choked out, and before she could ask why he had interrupted her.
"Why?" he said, drawling the word out. "Before we go on to all the details as to why. Did you enjoy the dinner?"
She wiggled, but being that her back was already against something behind her, it did no good but to piss him off.
"Jane…did you like the din-?"
"No you sick fuck!" she screamed, clenching her eyes shut.
Her eyes continued to burn from the dust from earlier.
A few pauses of silence made her regret what she'd said.
She could feel the anger boiling off his body like an aura, floating around his scarred face…his eyes.
He slowly smiled, his lip curving up then his scarred mouth would let him, his teeth showing. He looked as though he was a wolf and she was dressed up in a red cloak.
"I would uh…" he teased, giggling like a young school girl. "Suggest you watch your 'French' around me."
She carefully stared into his eyes, daring herself to say it.
What would it hurt? What would he do?
"Or what?" She asked boldly.
"Jane…." he playfully shook his head, as though he was really disappointed. The thing was, he was actually surprised; he never knew Jane had any touch of spunk in her. He knew immediately that it was just going to make this more fun…much more fun. "Girl…you are…tied to a pipe. In front of a crazy, crazy man. And just imagine, just for a second, Sweet-pea, that this man has a butcher knife.
"Do you know how razor-sharp butcher knives are? Do you know how easily it slices through flesh? Maybe I should demonstrate, hmm?" He placed the tip of the blade on her left cheek.
She wiggled and squirmed away from the knife, now regretting her choice of words.
"No!" she begged, fresh tears falling down her cheeks.
"Please…J-Jeff! Don't hurt me." she begged, the last few words distorted and wavered slightly.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he whispered, dragging the sharp tip down, a thin line of crimson-red blood following it.
"Ah!" her high pitched scream only making his eyes fill with glee.
"See? Now that I believe you know who you're dealing with, I think we should get down to business."
"What do you want?" she asked weakly.
He stood, and she shrunk, cowering, tilting her head down.
"Is he going to step on me?" She wondered.
She frantically looked up when she heard the jingle of metal.
He was undoing his thick, black belt.
"What…" Virtue clouded her mind, and she refused to….couldn't think of why he was taking off his belt.
"Oh, my God…he's going to beat me with it!" Were the only thoughts her virgin mind can think of.
He yanked the belt out of the loops and dropped it on the ground, and without looking at her, dropped his white hoodie to the ground, revealing his jet black t-shirt underneath. A pile of dust and dirt floated into the air and she coughed.
"Pull your legs out," he ordered, his voice cold and army like, yelling the demand so sharply she jumped.
In natural response she laid her legs in front of herself before she can stop herself.
He dipped down and reached for her pant's button underneath her dirty night gown.
"No! Get the fuck off me!" she hollered, knowing what was going on now.
She knew for certain he was to kill her if he did what he was planning to do.
And she also knew she was tied to a pipe.
She thrashed her right leg at him, catching him in his left arm.
She made the mistake of forgetting to put her shoes on when she'd first entered his house, so she knew it hadn't hurt him badly.
"Calm down."
He reached towards her again, and she attempted to kick him again, but missed.
"Jane." he was teasing again. "Am I going to have to tie your legs too?"
"No!" she screamed at the highest pitch her voice would allow in a sweaty, frightened stage. "Help! Someone help!"
"I have all night; It's only nine thirty." he shrugged.
"And no one can hear you, I'm positive of it."
He thrust his knife in front of Jane's face, his playfulness abruptly vanishing. "I'm about to cut you so fucking deep, I'm going to be considered a necro, just like Randy and his gang are considered kleptos."
"W-Why me? Why not Dani, or Marcy, o-or Erica?" she asked, her voice sounded hazy and weak. He was threatening her life with a knife, but she still felt rather ashamed inside for asking why he hadn't chosen her friends.
"Because Jane…" he seized her shoulder. He placed the knife's tip right at the center, inches above her breasts. "I've always liked you…your long, brown silky hair, your green eyes, your shyness, your sexy as hell body…let's just face it, those other bitches are nothing compared to you."
"I-I think I'm going to pass out…" she could feel her head throbbing, and wasn't lying when she said it.
She lowered her head and frantically began hyperventilating. She groaned because her neck and shoulders were beginning to ache with every movement.
Jeff just snorted. "You should save the moaning for when I get back, I have to check on something real quick."
"What?" she looked up just in time to his entire body leave the room. And she was certain she heard a faint click after the door was shut.
"Why would he…attempt to undress me, and then several minutes later, hastily leave?" The question perplexed her mind, and so wondered what had caused him to leave like that.
Her first thought had been that someone was at his door…but as quickly as she had come to that solution she ruled it out.
If he had heard a knock at his door, she would have too.
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