Giving up Control- Sub! JeffTK x Dom!Reader

Part 2 - Waiting and Jobs

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The next month had been torture for Jeff, not allowed to touch himself or watch any of your videos, and the day after he introduced himself, he got an email from you; telling him he wasn't allowed to contact you through it either. And he audibly whined to himself, slumping in the chair he was sitting in, pouting at the screen. He was glad he had stolen a computer set from a previous victim of his, now he didn't have to kill an entire household just to talk to you. But now he couldn't even do that!

Jeff buried his head in his arms, his foot tapping on the polished wood floor of his room. then he stood, grabbing his knife and logging out of his profile, not wanting anyone to see what he was doing. He needed to blow steam off the old-fashioned way; it wouldn't be as exhilarating as his new way had become, but it would help.

He found himself in a two-story house, in a very high-up neighborhood. He wondered if he would find any loose cash around as he slid into the downstairs guest room, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft *thud*, and waiting a few minutes before continuing his search. He knew whoever owned the house was home if the cars in the driveway were any hint, so now he just had to find them.

He crept around the first floor, only finding an empty kitchen, another guest bedroom, the living room, and a grand dining room. no one downstairs then, he silently went up the stairs to the 2nd and last floor, finding several bedrooms, the first three were empty, not even a single decoration in place. The last two were his jackpots, one held a young adult, and from how his room looked, it was some sort of fuck boy with no respect for anyone other than himself.

That's when Jeff realized he recognized him, he had been one of the recent few to come on to you, trying to touch and dominate you without consent. He had loved watching you verbally and physically chew him out, but now he got to have his own revenge.

Jeff snuck into the room, then stood ominously over the man for a good three minutes, until he gasped awake, taking another minute to focus; then he saw Jeff and he froze. Jeff let out a wheezy chuckle, freeze over fight then eh? Jeff slapped his hand over the man's mouth and forced him back into the bed, pinning him down with his knee as he raised his knife into the air "Go.To.Sleep!" Jeff whispered out, stabbing down into the man's neck and blood sprayed into his face and body. He stabbed again, three times, four, five, seven, twelve, until the male finally stopped breathing, the light in his eyes going out.

Jeff chuckled, wheezing and unhinged as he slipped off the male's body, covered in the incels blood, his face and neck completely mutilated. This, this is what he needed, to destroy someone completely to the point they wouldn't be recognized at first glance. He heard a door open from down the hall and Jeff quickly dipped into the shadowy corner of the room, nearly hiding behind the closet door. He could hardly keep his laughter down as the male's mother stepped into the room, calling out to him gently "Sweetie?" the older woman called out, moving her hand to the light switch, unable to see her son in the pitch-black room. "Randy?"

Jeff froze at the name, no-no. That Randy was dead. He killed him all those years ago, there could be more than one Randy in the world. His senses returned to him as the mother screamed, high-pitched and horrified. "Randy! Jim-Jim! Some-someone has- AHHH!" Jeff stepped into the light, tilting his head dangerously and giggling.

The mother screamed again, terrified of his face "Why does everyone scream at my face? Am I not beautiful?" Jeff asked his voice raspy and unhinged as he advanced on the woman. The father took his sweet time getting out of bed and making his way to his son's room, not taking his wife's screams seriously. By the time he arrived, his wife was already dying, her throat slashed open and a smile carved into her cheeks "HOLY SHIT!" Jim, the father, screamed, stumbling back out of the room and running back towards his; jumping towards his revolver and fumbling to load it, not realizing Jeff was already in the room.