"No!" you were screaming, your fists slamming against his chest in that desperate way you were accustomed to. It seemed not a single day would pass without you fighting and crying one way or another. The monster had one fist clenching your hair, pulling at the strands as he buried your head into the mattress. You were bent over, his hips resting against your ass, and yes, you knew exactly what that entailed. Cringing at the very thought, you tried to focus your energy on fighting back. But it was pretty difficult to move without rubbing him the wrong way. God, it was all so awkward, disgusting and disturbing too. Where was the exit? Where was fucking Toby when you needed him? Who knows how long he`d take to return. It would be wiser not to rely on him as a rescue.

So, you were on your own against this immortal, unkillable, perverted, psychopath. The odds weren`t looking too good.

"Stop, please stop!" you hissed the words out, his grip only tightening on your hair. Even though you were pleading, your body was doing anything but. Your arm quickly snapped to the side, your elbow hitting him straight in the jaw. He grunted but only returned the gesture by grabbing that arm and holding it against your back. He began to twist the arm, forcing it to form an impossible angle as he pushed it further and further. You began to feel your bones craning under the pressure, your eyes widening as you once again screamed for him to stop. He did. Holding it right on the verge of breaking as you began to feel tears well up in your eyes.

You honestly just wanted to go home, to wake up from this awful nightmare. This was far too much. The pain, the fear, this constant sensation of fight or flight was killing you.

"Fucking shut up." He ordered, "No ones coming for you bitch."

He was right, a screaming girl would be no surprise in this place. Even if Toby was in earshot, he wouldn`t come running if he heard some girl crying for help.

"Toby help me!" you tried screaming that instead, your voice louder than it ever was on the off chance he would hear. Jeff`s eyes widened for a split second before narrowing angrily. His grip on your arm tightened as he pushed it past its limits, the sharp snap of breaking bones clicked in your head before your mind whitened with searing hot pain. You were pretty sure that was the loudest you had ever screamed. On the bright side you began to feel your consciousness slipping. At least you wouldn`t be awake for whatever he did next, and in itself that was a little comforting.

Your head lolled back into the mattress, your arms and legs falling limply as everything went black. Even with your sight gone, for a moment you could still hear him shuffling behind you, you could feel his hands holding you up, moving slowly against your sides. You`d have cringed if you could.

You weren`t sure how much time had passed, but when you opened your eyes again you were in a different place. You were lying on a table of sorts, a medical table by the looks of it. A hospital? Had the police arrived? Were you safe again?

No, probably not, you knew better than to fall for that.

"Good afternoon."

Slowly you moved your head towards the voice, acknowledging a man who stood by the table. He looked as average as could be, dressed in a dark trench coat with both hands working on a layer of bandages across your arm. Was he a doctor of sorts? You recalled breaking your arm, though at the moment you couldn`t feel any pain. As a matter of fact, you couldn`t feel anything at all.

Your mouth opened but nothing came out, your lips struggling to form coherent words. Deciding to take a moment to collect your wits, you instead turned your attention back to the stranger. It was too dark to see his face, far too dark for any doctor to be fixing your arm either. But he seemed to be doing just fine despite the lack of light. From the little you could see you were able to recognize the grayish tint of his skin as well as the noticeably brown hair that adorned his head. He looked fairly young, probably early 20`s if you had to fathom a guess. Then again everyone here looked surprisingly young.

He was probably one of them. One of those monsters.

You tried talking again, your words slurring a bit as you managed to get them out, "What happened?" you decided to ask. It was a better question than 'who are you', considering you already had a few ideas and a name wasn`t going to exactly help. It was way better than 'where am I'since you were probably still in the hell house they lived in.

"You broke your arm." He spoke in a monotone.

You broke your arm? Clearly the good doctor was misinformed. It was that fucking psychopath that broke your arm. Hopefully, that was all he had done… you couldn`t really tell if anything else had happened. The doctor guy must have given you a load of painkillers because you honestly couldn`t feel anything.

"Did anything else happen?" you decided to try your luck.

"I don`t know." He answered, still unfazed, "Would you like me to check?"

"N-no." you decided you`d rather take your chances than have this stranger poking around down there. God, this was all so embarrassing.

"Done?" a new voice asked, and you once again turned to the other side to see a comfortingly familiar man approaching. Toby. Thank God. You never thought you`d be so relieved to see that psychopath. A strange, little, emotional part of you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and cry. He was safe and in all honesty, you were beginning to feel weak.

"Yeah, pretty much." The doctor guy pulled away from you, turning his attention to some counter as he began rinsing through tools. His face turned to the side for a moment and you followed it to see another metal table standing against the wall. There was a man on it, his arms and legs strapped down. There was a cloth over his eyes and mouth holding his head down to the table. At first, you assumed he was dead, his stomach was cut open and oozing all sorts of liquids that would have made you puke any other day. However, you noticed him faintly twitching and you quickly turned your head away, not able to look anymore.

And you thought you had it bad.

"I changed her other bandages too." The doctor guy added, clearing his throat and turning his attention back to Toby. "Her arm isn`t broken, just a little bone, it`ll heal up."

"Th-thanks Jack." Toby turned to you now, his warm brown eyes a relaxing sight despite the lack of emotion behind them. Was he angry? Did he think you escaped? Did he know it was the clown that forced you out? Honestly, it was you who should be angry at him! The bastard promised his room would be a safe haven, he was the real liar! Neither of you said anything as he moved towards you, hooking one arm under your legs and the other under your arms as he hoisted you up easily. You knew better than to complain or try to exert your womanly independence, and so you just laid there in his arms as began to turn away from the basement-like room, towards the door that stood a few meters away.

"How`s Jeff?" the doctor asked before Toby made it to the exit.

"Alive." Was his short response as he opened the door and exited into the hallway. You instantly noticed the change in atmosphere. While the room smelt and felt like cold metal and misery, the hallway felt a bit more earthy and warm. Still, you were pretty sure that man on the table would haunt you for a good while no matter where you went.

Toby was being extra careful as he began to take you up the stairs and you had to remind yourself it was due to a dutiful obligation and not because he cared about your wellbeing. Still, it didn`t stop you from burying your face in his hoodie, breathing in his smoky scent as you closed your eyes for a mere moment. His arms were safe, for now at least.

When you opened your eyes again you were back in his room, the door softly closing before he eased you onto the bed. He looked you up and down analytically.

"Do you n-need anything?" he asked, his voice as cold as ever.

You could write him an entire list. There were lots of things you needed, you needed to go home, a frappuccino, your Netflix account, a few throw pillows, fucking Chinese food, maybe even a few friends needed to come over. You needed an end to this nightmare.

And that was when it happened.

You had an idea. A disgusting, unethical, absolutely awful idea. You were a survivor, but every time you suffered through another day you would be reminded of the inevitable end. You didn`t want to die at the end. You just needed some peace of mind, some guarantee that all this struggling wouldn`t result in a morbid death. You needed to make this man care about you, you needed to make your life important to him.

It was actually a pretty sick idea you had stirring. But you had seen it work countless of times, and besides, you were a woman after all. What was between your legs made for a pretty great weapon. Once again you cringed at the very thought, what was wrong with you. But still, sexual attraction had stopped Jeff from killing you. But were you willing to go that far? Was it worth your life?

Eh, sure it was.

You wanted to live so badly, anything and everything was worth it if in only a few months you could return to normalcy. A few weeks of hell for an eternity of everyday life, it was worth it. And hey, if this was a horrible idea, you could always blame the painkillers.

"Come here." You patted the bed, and he raised an eyebrow, watching you for a moment before moving towards the bed.

It`s not like he was bad looking or anything, quite the contrary actually. Maybe if you had met under other circumstances and he wasn`t a murderous psychopath you would have probably fallen for him. Who wouldn`t? He was built like an athlete, tall and lean in all the perfect places, with soft, warm features that gave off this secure, homey aura. You could definitely see him as a family man if circumstances were different.

"What happened with Jeff?" you asked rather calmly.

"I t-took care of it." He replied with equal calmness, his gaze moving away from you and onto the mattress instead. He was thinking.

"I… um, well I…" now this was the awkward part, "I lost consciousness… did he… um, you know…"

"Fuck you?" he said it bluntly and you forced yourself to keep a straight face as you nodded, "No, he wa-wanted you to be c-conscious f-for that."

Your hatred for Jeff only increased. What a fucking lunatic. Another good thing about Toby you assumed, at least he didn`t treat this 'murder-thing' like a hobby to enjoy. No, he didn`t. While the others pushed boundaries, looking for more fun ways to execute and torment their victims, Toby seemed to do with cold seriousness. Perhaps you hadn`t see his more enthusiastic side, but you doubted he had one. He never took any joy in what he did, whether it be killing, or something as mundane as walking through the woods. He quite literally looked and acted as if he was dead inside.

Yeah, he wasn`t as bad as the others. Another reason why you should take this chance, you were so close anyways.

Carefully you leaned towards him, waiting for him to push you away, to get up and leave, but instead, he just sat there. You placed your hand on his forearm and he didn`t do anything as you traced the material of his jacket up his arm and to his shoulders. He watched a little more intently but didn`t do or say anything. You found yourself swallowing your nerves and fears, your hand trembling against his shoulder as you tried to convince yourself to move further, to touch his face, to push up and kiss him or something. But no, you couldn`t do it.

His eyes lingered on your hand as you pulled away, his expression conveying an almost childlike curiosity. The wheels in your head began to turn again. He seemed legitimately intrigued with your intentions. Was it possible that he had never been touched by a woman before? Surely he must have had a few experiences… but then again considering his career it wasn`t too insane to assume he had never done anything. In that case… maybe just maybe…

You placed your hand on his face this time, and he did flinch for a mere second but he didn`t move away. His skin was cold but surprisingly smooth as you eased your fingertips into his hair, pulling him down towards you. He hesitated but you decided to close the distance as you leaned up and kissed him. There were no fireworks, no feeling of warmth, or any of the other sappy things you`d expect from a kiss. As a matter of fact the act was completely drained of all romance, instead it was cold and businesslike, at the very least it lingered when he finally pulled away.

"Hmm…" was all he said as he turned his eyes back to you, eyes that had noticeably darkened. Holy shit, you were stirring the pot, weren`t you? The kiss hadn`t done much for you, but it had surely done a fair bit for him. Wait a second, this was actually a pretty terrible idea. You were provoking him, if he wanted to do something to you, you would be powerless to stop him. The idea though was you would let him, that you`d encourage it. But now you were beginning to worry, you were beginning to feel regret. If you wanted to stop, he probably wouldn`t, would he? Welp, better see it through to the end in that case.

Forcing a deep breath, you tossed away all feelings of dignity and shame, instead pretending you were one of those seductive, little minxes you`d see in almost every porno movie (not that you watched any, but hey, you could make an educated guess). After all, this was all for the sake of survival.

It was Toby that leaned in this time, and instinctively you backed up a bit on the bed, using your elbows to prop yourself as he kissed you. It was slow and sloppy, he clearly wasn`t experienced as he experimented. At the very least he was learning, his own body moving over yours as he began to follow your lead. Channeling your inner pornstar, you deepened the kiss, licking and nibbling on his lips. It wasn`t like you were all that experienced either, but he didn`t seem to know or care. I mean sure you had dabbled here and there, but it wasn`t like you were some sex goddess.

You felt his hands trail your shirt up, his fingers resting on your bare hips as he held you down. You were beginning to cross a dangerous line and you weren`t sure just how far you were willing to go. Then again you didn`t know if he cared about your personal limits.

"St-stop." You whispered the words, your hand coming to pull his off your hip. Surprisingly he did, letting you go in every sense of the word as he stood up. Taking a deep breath, you sat up only to back down when you saw the look in his eye.

"Don`t ever do that again." He whispered back and for a moment you thought he was referring to telling him to stop. But no, that wasn`t what he meant. He was talking about kissing him. But hey, the bastard kissed you back. It wasn`t like you were the one holding him down and experimenting. He began to move away but then stopped, turning back to you. His eyes-which were now insanely dark- glanced thoughtfully between the mattress and you.

"Why`d you do th-that?" he asked, moving closer and once again pushing you back down on the bed. You didn`t fight back as he eased himself over you again, you weren`t necessarily scared.

Why`d you do that? Well the answer was simple. You figured by seducing him you could save yourself from an untimely death. But were you going to tell him that? Nope. He had to think you actually wanted him, that he meant something. At least you assumed he would. Ah, what a messy game this was going to be.

"I don`t know." You managed to say, quite literally batting your eyelashes at him, "You`re just so safe, so warm, I just… I don`t know."

His eyes narrowed but you only stared back innocently. He leaned in again, this time initiating the kiss and you kissed back. This one was a bit better than the first, he was a quick learner. You decided to amp it up a little, wrapping one fist around his jacket to pull him in closer. Holy shit did he just growl? You actually felt his teeth against your lips again before he pulled away.

"This isn`t how y-you`re sup-supposed to act." He sounded the tiniest bit flustered. He was right though, this wasn`t how the victim was supposed to act. But then again you weren`t planning on staying the victim for long.

"I-

He cut you off by kissing you again, he really seemed into it too.

"It mu-must be the painkillers." He concluded, pulling away after what felt like a few minutes. "H-hungry, you m-m-must be hungry?" You never got a chance to answer as he quickly walked away, opening the door before pausing for a moment. It seemed as if he wanted to say something more but instead he quickly left, closing the door behind him.

You didn`t bother getting up, instead, you laid there on the bed mulling over your own thoughts. That actually wasn`t so bad, and he seemed surprisingly vulnerable. You could probably get him addicted to you, you could make him want to keep you safe and alive. That would give you more time to find a way to escape.

And also… though you`d never admit it to anyone, deep down, he wasn`t so bad. Now there was no way, absolutely no way you would ever condone or allow a serial killer like him into your life. But this wasn`t some sappy little crush, you didn`t like him and you knew you never would. All you were saying was that kissing him wasn`t the worst thing in the world.