Eyeless Jack X Reader

He can't kill me

Y/N POV
Lying there on my bed with my eyes closed, unable to sleep. I am sleep deprived. I started to think about all those murders I saw on TV that are happening around my area. It can't be a coincidence that all those murders happened around here, I guess they were all murder by the same person, or people, I don't know.  
I was just about to fall asleep but I heard something made of metal fall onto the ground in my room, stuff always fell over in my house, I blame myself for most likely not putting it down right and leaving it right on the edge. I sat up and switched on my favourite coloured lamp that sat next to my bed and looked over to where I thought the noise came from.
You could say I was a little shocked, there was a figure of a man standing in the middle of my room, he was wearing a blue mask with black splats I guess you could say under the eye holes, but the eye wholes were black to. He looked at the ground, to a sharp metal object that I couldn't make out and then back to me. He picked up the metal object and walked over to me, I knew what was going to happen, he was going to kill me.
But my body wouldn't move and my mouth had a mind of its own, trying to show my brain that I wasn't afraid or something.
"Hello, your going to kill me, aren't you?" What am I saying, of course he's going to kill me! Why would I say that, God I'm so dumb sometimes. This is what happens in these situations, 
"Why the hell would I do that? Your gonna be my pet. " He said, his voice was a little low, it was nice but even though I knew that already my stupid mouth decided to ask him more questions.
"What the hell!" Actually I'm kinda curious to know about what his name is.  I now noticed his mask lifted upward a little, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the canine teeth. What is he? It's pretty clear he's not human.
" I think I made it pretty clear ( Woman, man, gender, etc.)..." I stared at him in complete and utter shock.  You may be a killer, but god, fucking damnit can you please, for the sake of lord himself, call me by my name? I stare at him for a quick while you examine his weapon choice: it was a medical scalpel. Huh, where did he get that. The news didn't report anything of there being broken into in the hospital. 

" W-what should I call you then?" Why is my life being impossible right now, seriously...why the fuck is this happening to me? Why the fuck is it on a Monday? This just proves Mondays are fucking terrible.
"What ever, I need to get this over and done with." He says as he pins me down and raises the scalpel to the back of my neck, he begins to carve something, which causes me to yelp and squirm.   " Stop moving it's only gonna hurt more. " He hisses, and when he's finally finished, I get carelessly dropped to the ground. So I am now not even considered human? It's  not the fucking 1700th century. I feel the behind of my neck, noticing a warm liquid rushing from it. I felt and E. J. on it. And I am now officially someone's property. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!

I'm assuming he's the one who had done this to the whole street, and unlike me killed them. 
" Finished, now let's get you cleaned up." He thrusts me upward, as he walks me to my bathroom. I look at anywhere but him, those cold, black socket-like things were scaring the hell out of me. I look up for a straight millisecond, noticing him, touching me with a cotton-like feeling, he must be cleaning the wound. I highly doubt it won't leave a mark.

He look directly up at me.
"Now, I'm finally finished, damn you humans fucking bleed to much." That's just like me a little, my body wouldn't let me run. Strange. I move my head a little, but stop, wincing at the pain. I shake my head, and get up, using the wall for support. I finally make it to my room. This must all be some crazy dream right? Right? I can't even convince myself on that.  Great.


Time skip cause auther-chan is to lazy :p
It's been two hours since the whole thing that happened upstairs, and the guy who claimed me is nowhere to be found. How ironic? Right. I tossed and turned, but found it pointless to sleep. I've only been able to get small amounts of sleep, and my neck hurts like hell's claws are cutting through it. I hate this... and next time this guy comes, I swear I will litteraly stab myself or just throw a bunch of stuff at him. Mental note, remember to ask his name.

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