None of this can be real

Chapter 7: a date with a killer

Warning: strong language, sadistic behavior, and possible rape. 😨😰😱. 😈.
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   I couldn't scream because of his hand covered my mouth. My eyes swell with great fear, my tears brimming over. With his free hand he reaches into his pocket of his jacket and pulls out a rather sharp knife. Most likely recently sharpened. There on the knife was old dried crimson color of the many others that had faced him before me. His face comes closer to mine his breath fanning across my skin with his never blinking eyes. "Let's go down stairs, shall we." He chuckled as he brings his knife closer to my neck. From wishing to live; I did as he says. Down the stairs we walk casually like there is nothing's wrong. He kept his knife out of sight, but still close enough that he could kill me at any moment. There wasn't to many people down there. Three people was sitting in the living room playing a video game.
       We had reached the kitchen. I am so disgusted by the filth these people live in, but that was not on my mind right now. We can see someone in dark clothing roam through refrigerator door. He heard us walk in. His head pops up over the door. "Hey, Je...Jeff, what y...you two doing?" The man asked, whose name is Toby. "Just going to have some fun with my new friend." Jeff responded. All I can think is about how much I hope that Toby will realize that there is something wrong, but he just goes back to the refrigerator. "Ok. Oh bo...boss man says.... Says he needs to...to talk to you in the .... The morning." Jeff nodded to the request. Next to the refrigerator a chipped wooden door. "Further down." Jeff whispers in my ear, which brought chills down my spine. We walk in and he locks the door behind us. He pushes me down the stairs. I hit the bottom with a thud as I whine in pain. Jeff began to laugh with glee at my suffering. I try to get up to hided or find a way out, but it's too dark for me to see. My hands move along the cold stone walls to find a light switch, but non. "Heheh...." I began to hear a second sadistic laugher. I froze, cold sweat drips down from my forehead. 'Who else is down here?' I cry to my self. Large hands rapped around my neck. I try to scream but before I do a point of a knife reaches my heart. I hear two people chuckling with joy like a young child had gotten a new toy. Tears stain my cheeks. One of the large hands left my neck, but the other hand tightens around my shoulder. With a click, the lights flash on. Jeff stands in front of me and someone else behind me. Down here in the basement I see many upon many of tools all laid neatly on the wooden table as more hang above the table. In the middle of the this side of the room there sits a metal medical table with old crusty blood stain.  "No...no...no no!" I cried trying to get out of their grasp. They pull me over to the metal table, their hands tight around my arms. I thrashed around, but they are too strong especially the grey clown with ash black hair. They strap me down until my hands and feet had gone numb. "So, who is this little bug?" The clown asked Jeff. "No one of importance. Just a little revenge." Jeff
answered. "Help! Jane, Help!" I scream. "Shut it you dumb bitch." Jeff said angrily as he slapped me across my face. My cheek stings from where he hit me; i whimper. "Jack, I'm thinking of a new form of torture. One that will leave a deep wound." Jeff said to the clown, whose name is Jack. "I like the sound of that." Said Jack, whose smile had grown large.
'I don't want to die.' I cry to myself. "Please don't hurt me. She and I are just friends, no more. I'm sorry." I pleaded. "She's supposed to be mine. She can't even have a friend unless I say so." He said as he punched me. I cried out in pain. "I'm sorry I will never talk to her again. Please leave me alone." He stomps over to the wooden table and stood there staring at a tool. "I don't want your excuses. I want to see you suffer." He calmly explains to me. He picks up a pair of siccors. He now stands by my head and began to snip away my green shirt barley scrapping my skin. I bite the inside part of my cheeks in fear. Looking away from him I see that the clowns smile had began to grow bigger. Jack moved over to the wooden table and brings out a container that is covered by a red cloth. My heart races when my shirt has finally been ripped apart. "Please don't do this." I beg realizing what Jeff's plan was. He snipped the middle part of my bra then I knew he would not stop until I brake. My breasts now exposed. I breath more heavily, shaking with dread. Jack removed the red cloth and in it there are different types of adult toys. "This shall be fun." Stated the clown. Jeff then walks over to the other side of me. He smiles at my anguish. Jeff had cut a hole through my yoga pants and undies. I couldn't take it any more I had to scream. I screamed and screamed. "It's no use to scream. The walls are too thick." Jeff chuckles. Jeff crawls on top of the metal table. I shook my head no. Wishing, begging for him to stop to not go any further. He sits there between my spread legs. He moves his index figure around in my spot teasing me. I shiver and began to I grow warm. Then without warning his finger slips in side me. My eyes widen fearfully. "Damn your tight," Jeff stated. "I can feel your warm and very wet. Is being controlled turning you on?" He taunts. He moves his finger around until he touches my g-spot. "Ahhh.." I moan. "Heheh." Jeff chuckles . He keeps doing the 'come here' motion. I couldn't control myself, I kept moaning to his touch. "Let me play a game with her." Jack said cheerfully holding a toy that he turns on and a trill sound came from it. Jeff hopped down and Jack takes his place. Jack puts the trilling toy close to my opening. I whimper knowing that my virginty will be taken away by these monsters.
Bang! A loud crash interrupted my torture. Jeff and Jack begin to cough violently, fresh blood spills from their mouth. I had no idea what is going on. Suddenly Slender man came down the stairs angrily. Jeff and Jack was now on their hands and knees. "Jeff, up stairs, now! And as for you Jack, back in your box form where you came!" Slender man yells at them. Jack begged to be allow to stay out and not go back, as for Jeff, he obeyed with annoyance. "Jay, untie her and get her new cloths." Slederman demands as a guy in a mustered yellow jacket and skull mask came out from behind him. "Thank you." I say quietly. I hopped off touching the stone cold floor, but had a hard time standing because of the shock I was in. Jay helped me walk to another room up stairs. In this room there is clothing upon clothing, something you would see in a hortiers home. "Where do you get all of these clothes?" I asked but he doesn't answer, maybe he is mute. The thought of what had taken place still frightens me, same with the old memory that returned to hunt me. Looking through the clothing I pick out a black baggy t-shirt and a pair of grey yoga pants, I still keep the green combat boots. Hmm this style I really seemed to like. I think to myself trying to forget everything. "Can you turn around?" I ask him softly and he does. Now in my new clothing, we walked out and Jane was there to greet me. She hugged me, hold me to her as close as she can. "I was going to find you to see your alright and then I heard Slenderman yelling and saw you came up from the basement." She calmly but worriedly said. "I'm fine, Jane." In the corner of my eye I can see SLenderman talking to jeff; Jeff's angry expression turn into a sadistic grin. Jane and I  headed up the stairs. "Your staying in my room." Jane demanded. I smiled at her protective personally. I wonder why she is so protective.