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"Don't look so scared Doll" The psychotic laugh escaped his lips once again.
Y/n stumbled backward, "I'm not gonna hurt you, chill a bit". He made a show of putting his hands up, imitating a robber cornered by the police, slowly walking backwards. He lost his balance for a second before quickly regaining his footing, hands still in the air he turned and looked down, he had stepped on a knife. One crusted with blood, he awkwardly kicked it backwards "Oops! My mistake" the mischievous look returning to his face.
Y/n tried to back away, hitting the couch in the process and falling onto it. Jeff dropped his hands and locked the front door before returning to the girl in front of him. He plopped down next to her on the couch casually like a longtime old friend watching shows together. "Look," He yawned, interrupting himself as he plopped his feet on the coffee table, knocking some papers off in the process. "I feel like you get the picture here, and I'm not exactly in the mood to explain it so," He paused again, picking up one of the many mugs and took a sip from it before sinking into the cushions, reclining backwards. The pauses were getting annoying.
"You've seen too much doll, You either die right now or you die when I get bored, who knows how long that takes". He grinned at his reflection in the coffee cup, combing through his hair with his other hand absentmindedly.
Y/n still couldn't process the situation, eyes darting back and forth nervously as she scooted away from where Jeffrey, eyes now closed, was laying down. Her eyes landed on a newspaper, the headline reading 'Jeffrey Woods, aged 26, The Notorious Serial Killer has Gone Missing', A large black and white photo of Jeff from the side planted beneath it. Jeff tracked her eyes, following them to the paper. "Killer article but they totally got a bad shot of me" He sighed, his casual reactions and relaxed manners felt creepier than if Jeff had been on edge, a knife to her throat. "Media always doing me dirty, they still got that creepy ass picture of my face from when I was 15" Y/n zoned out, too scared to move upon realizing he was a local serial killer, although it was pretty obvious considering the blood stained t-shirt and knife on the floor. Jeffrey mumbled on and on about 'digital footprints' and how he 'wished he could submit his own pictures for the articles'. She relaxed slightly, clear he wasn't going to damage her yet.
Yet being the keyword there.
"Anyways enough about that, you picked yet baby?'' Jeffrey seemed to switch between pet names, Y/n took mental note. "I-, I mean it's obvious nobody would wanna die.." Her voice was still trembling as she looked away from the killer. He didn't reply this time, air thick with tension, she swore she could feel his gaze burning into her. "Make yourself worthwhile, I don't know, do some sh*t" He hissed, still remaining laid back but as he got off the couch and Y/n glanced back she saw he was ready for her to attempt to escape or put up a fight. He picked the scalpel off the floor and licked off the crusted blood, flashing her a grin, wider than before, if that was possible.
Y/n gulped, anticipation coursing through her veins. She was scared, so scared and utterly terrified of the man and yet the way his tongue ran over the edge of the knife made her tingle in twisted excitement.
She stayed still, frozen, remaining seated on the couch as Jeff turned away once again and headed into one of the rooms branching out from the seating area, the door making a tiny click. Jeffrey waited, back pressed to the door, knife in hand. He wanted an excuse to draw blood, to see that sweet look of utter helplessness and despair. He closed his eyes, waiting for the creaking, for the footsteps, for her pitiful attempt at an escape but found himself disappointed when it never came. He sighed, backing away from the door, I'll have other opportunities he told himself.
How many minutes had it been? Y/n didn't know, she was unmoving, afraid of what would happen if she did. How fast could he be, could he really get me the moment I tried to run out of the cabin? Then again the forest is so large and desolate and considering he lives here, he must know it a lot better than me.. Y/n sighed, burying her head in her hands. Maybe she should comply for the time being, it was the safest option, but what was she to do. He had told her to make herself useful, that was when the disgusting mess came to her attention. She could try to earn some points with Jeff, clean up the place, and search for an escape route in the process. Why was he keeping her alive though?
Jeff didn't know the answer. Perhaps it was because he was getting a little lonely out in the woods, hiding from the cops. He was bored and wanted entertainment, and truth be told, Jeff was a little touch-starved too. The answer to his problems had stumbled into his house one night as he awoke to see a cute girl asleep on his couch. He was obviously gonna get rid of her soon, but it was a lie when he said she couldn't leave since she had seen too much. If that was true, he would've killed her in her sleep, before she caught so much as a glance of his face.
There were footsteps and shuffling around from the living area and Jeff excitedly burst through the door, upset again as he saw she wasn't making an attempt to escape. He was, however, surprised to find her cleaning off the table and organizing. Y/n jumped at the sudden sound, swiveling around on her heels. The edges of Jeff's mutilated mouth curled upwards at the expression on her face. She faltered as he edged closer, a predatory look in his eyes. "Wow, love what you've done with the place sweetheart" He didn't break eye contact as he spoke. "My names Y/n" She protested as Jeffrey came even closer, she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered into her ear "And I didn't ask what your name was, unless you think we're close enough to be on a first name basis?".
Y/n looked away, her face beginning to feel flushed. Jeffrey pulled back and gave her a sh*t-eating grin as he made his way to the kitchen that was connected to the living room. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips before leaning over the counter and messily crunching away on them.
"So, what were you doing in the forest?" He asked, glancing at her from across the room. It was amazing how fast his tones and mood could switch.
Y/n resumed her organizing but never lost focus on Jeff, eyeing him warily. "I was camping, I fell down a cliff trying to take pictures and passed out" She grimaced as she remembered the aching and bruises on her back.
"I'll be right back, don't leave, that's a given" Jeff left his half eaten chips on the counter as he walked into the room he had come from. Y/n could hear fumbling and a small crash, wondering what he was up to.
Now that she was more calm she began to think about her situation. Jeffrey was tall and most definitely stronger than her, not to mention he probably had plenty of practice when it came to killing others. He sported black sweatpants and a large white t-shirt, he had burns all over his body and of course he had that grotesque smile. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. She couldn't dwell on the thoughts much longer as Jeff burst through the door with a handful of supplies, dropping some as he neared her.
"Turn around" He mumbled, his mouth busy holding on to a roll of gauze. Y/n complied, not wanting to elicit a negative response. With practiced ease, Jeffrey began to treat the wounds on her back and disinfect them. Y/n turned back around as he finished wrapping the bruises and cuts, he gave her a flirtatious smile as he set the gauze down. Both hands on her shoulders, staring at her, he looked for any other wounds.
"Got plenty of experience with cuts," He said as his tongue flicked across both sides of his disfigured mouth. Y/n grimaced as she stared at the bloody and mangled edges of his skin, he noticed her staring but didn't comment on it.
Y/n was in all honesty uncomfortable with how kindly he was treating her. Besides the initial interaction he hadn't done anything to hurt her and had helped her dress her wounds. She returned to her cleaning, deciding to push the thoughts away for the time being as Jeff walked back into the kitchen. The loud crunching of chips from earlier resumed while Y/n moved papers silently. She thought she could feel his eyes staring at her but didn't want to look up.
"That bra's kinda tacky" A grin crept its way across Jeff's face as he shoved another chip into his mouth, not bothering to close it as he chewed. "WHAT?" Y/n spun around, completely forgetting she was speaking to a serial killer. "Excuse me, and you're looking why?" Jeff rolled his eyes as he got up and threw the now empty chip bag in a trash can "Fine, not that tacky, but neon bras ended a decade ago sweetheart". Y/n glared at him as he slid his way into a chair in front of the polished granite counter. "Clearly not the issue here, you-" Y/n cut herself off suddenly remembering the situation, she cursed herself for acting so comfortable around a murderer.
"What, what am I doll? Got any cute pet names for me yet?" His snarky and flirtatious tone was starting to agitate Y/n as she snapped back. "No, unless you think dumb bitch is a cute name" She turned back to finish cleaning off the table. "Alright, I get the message" Jeff snickered as he slid out of the leather stool and snuck into a separate room. He returned after only a few moments with a plain dark-grey shirt. He shoved it into Y/n's hands and she stared at him confused, unsure what to do.
"Change, I can see your tit*, remember? Unless you want me to, I don't mind" He winked as he moved towards the fridge, grabbing a beer. Y/n's face heated up as she spit back another reply, "Well unfortunately for you there's no strip tease today, go ask your dead girlfriend who's 6 feet under. Now where can I change ''.
Jeff used his teeth to remove the bottle top and took a swig before pointing towards a room near the kitchen. Y/n hurried off and opened the door, wincing at the cold metal doorknob.
The room was spacious and looked to be his bedroom. In the edge of the room was a king-sized bed with a white comforter half on the floor, falling off. Y/n glanced around the room, eyes settling on the dresser. There was an old marble ash-tray, a knife, a lighter, and scribbled over pictures. Y/n was curious about the pictures but figured it would be best not to mention it so she began to do what she had entered the room for and slipped out of her torn shirt. She pulled the dark grey shirt over her head, it was several sizes too large but she didn't bother to ask for a different shirt as he probably had none.
The door creaked open and Jeff leaned against the wooden frame. "We got a cute little boyfriend-girlfriend situation going on here? Wearing my shirt and all?". His tongue flicked across his sharp teeth, a strange habit which he often did.
