DEAD. I’M LAUGHING. XD
whut………ooooooh
-is dead-
Jeff pulled the shard of glass along her throat, ripping it into a bloody grin. Flesh splitting and allowing blood to flow like a beautiful vintage wine. The latex gloves held up, despite the force he applied to his hand on the glass. He gripped Faye’s hair tighter in a furious burst of malice. He could feel to the warm blood on his hand and he smiled. He could hear the gurgles from her lungs, he could tell they were beginning to fail that everything would begin to fail and he loved it. Craved those moments. He turned her. Jeff looked at Faye with a cold expression of uninterest. She disgusted him, he kissed her lips, avoidng the waterfall of blood. “There violent delights have violent ends.” He let her go.
As Faye lay there, bleeding out in immense pain, blood gurgling up her throat and seeping out her mouth, she had a few flashes of images in her mind. Colin, her good friend, who she believed she’d loved once. And Penn, who she now believed could have been the one for her. There were other faces, too, but they didn’t stay as long. It occurred to Faye that she was dying. But she was helpless to stop it. There was nothing to be done. Her vision started to fade to black, as though she was simply falling asleep, when her mind whispered one of it’s very last words to Faye.
“And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.”
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“Why not?” Jeff said, she was finding her strength. That could not be allowed. Jeff fumbled in his pockets, keeping his eyes on her. His glare was icey cold. “Any last words?” Jeff said finally taking something from his pocket, he was ready to do something very very nasty.Faye watched as he reached into his pocket with growing terror. What was he going to get out? A gun? He didn’t carry a gun, did he? What the hell had she done to piss this guy off? What had she done to deserve getting killed? Because that was what it sounded like he was going to do. She shook her head, backing up away from him. She felt the back of her legs collide with the edge of her bed and she fell flat on her butt. “Y-You can’t b-be serious,” she cried, desperate to escape.
Jeff took three steps forward and on the third pulled her up by the neck. “I’m dead serious.” He turned Faye around and bent her over a small table taking the object out of his pocket. It was dental floss, his own as it would happen. Jeff was something of a health freak, very certain he liked things kept a certain way. He pulled it out and gripped it in both hands, hooking it over her head and pulling Faye back up. He pulled the floss tight so that it began to choke her. “As I said, everything that follows will be a direct result of what happens here.”
Faye clutched at the hand that pulled up on her neck, letting out a shriek when he bent her over the table. Heart racing, she wondered what the hell he was about to do when she felt the thin wire on her neck. What was it? Too thin to be rope. Floss? He breath was ripped from her as he pulled her up with it, and she felt it digging into her skin as he pulled it tighter. She gagged for breath, hands feebly trying to get a grip on the thin line. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He kept saying it over and over again, and Faye hadn’t the slightest clue.
He tightest the floss around her neck, smiling as the vein in her neck bulged as Faye gasped for breath. Jeff began to laugh as he saw in the shattered glass her red rimmed eyes, her open mouth. Hearing her gagging was beyond pleasure for him. He pulled tighter and tighter around her neck, her beautiful skin becoming ever less appealing. Jeff’s laughter became contained in a moment of misjudgement in which the floss, under the strain, snapped and he fell back. In that moment Jeff’s hand found a large shard of glass and he stood. Jeff stood with that shard of glass and that cruel calm washed over him. The calm that allowed him to snap Lady’s neck. The calm that allowed him to put a bullet in Vixen’s skull. The calm that so many times had ended in the innocent suffering, in those that didn’t deserve pain, feeling it. Oliver’s run ins with Jeff had been because of that icy calm and now Faye, poor Faye, who didn’t register on anyone’s radar but his, she would suffer more than WDH could fathom, more than it could handle and she had no idea why. No one would. No one but Jeff and that one other person. Jeff stepped forwards, his Heath Ledger style grin growing ever wider. He licked his lips, hearing her gasp for air as he raised his hand, shard gripped tight. He could feel laughter creeping up, it was there, in the root of his throat, threatening to make a loud sound and ruin this moment but nothing could. Jeff used his free hand to pull Faye’s head up, her neck straight. Jeff looked into her eyes from a behind angle. “This won’t hurt one. Little. Bit.” But it would. Jeff brought the shard of glass down into Faye’s throat.
As soon as the thread snapped, Faye fell forward, gasping for air. She had just begun to see stars, but thank god, the thread had broken at just the right time. She sucked in air greedily, her lungs feeling rough with every breath. But then Jeff had pulled her up again, and she looked up at him wide-eyed. “No, no, no-!” she screamed, but it was cut off with a gurgle as the shard slammed into Faye’s throat. Immediately she felt the rush of blood that came up in a cough to her mouth, staining her lips red.
“Why not?” Jeff said, she was finding her strength. That could not be allowed. Jeff fumbled in his pockets, keeping his eyes on her. His glare was icey cold. “Any last words?” Jeff said finally taking something from his pocket, he was ready to do something very very nasty.Faye watched as he reached into his pocket with growing terror. What was he going to get out? A gun? He didn’t carry a gun, did he? What the hell had she done to piss this guy off? What had she done to deserve getting killed? Because that was what it sounded like he was going to do. She shook her head, backing up away from him. She felt the back of her legs collide with the edge of her bed and she fell flat on her butt. “Y-You can’t b-be serious,” she cried, desperate to escape.
Jeff took three steps forward and on the third pulled her up by the neck. “I’m dead serious.” He turned Faye around and bent her over a small table taking the object out of his pocket. It was dental floss, his own as it would happen. Jeff was something of a health freak, very certain he liked things kept a certain way. He pulled it out and gripped it in both hands, hooking it over her head and pulling Faye back up. He pulled the floss tight so that it began to choke her. “As I said, everything that follows will be a direct result of what happens here.”
Faye clutched at the hand that pulled up on her neck, letting out a shriek when he bent her over the table. Heart racing, she wondered what the hell he was about to do when she felt the thin wire on her neck. What was it? Too thin to be rope. Floss? He breath was ripped from her as he pulled her up with it, and she felt it digging into her skin as he pulled it tighter. She gagged for breath, hands feebly trying to get a grip on the thin line. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He kept saying it over and over again, and Faye hadn’t the slightest clue.
“Why not?” Jeff said, she was finding her strength. That could not be allowed. Jeff fumbled in his pockets, keeping his eyes on her. His glare was icey cold. “Any last words?” Jeff said finally taking something from his pocket, he was ready to do something very very nasty.
Faye watched as he reached into his pocket with growing terror. What was he going to get out? A gun? He didn’t carry a gun, did he? What the hell had she done to piss this guy off? What had she done to deserve getting killed? Because that was what it sounded like he was going to do. She shook her head, backing up away from him. She felt the back of her legs collide with the edge of her bed and she fell flat on her butt. “Y-You can’t b-be serious,” she cried, desperate to escape.
“Big mistake.” Very quickly Jeff released her jaw, but just as quickly gripped the right side of her cheek, he thumb hooking into her jawline. His third finger from his thumb jabbed her eyes, his pinkie over her nose. He slammed her head into the glass of a near by mirror and held it against the debris. Jeff moved his lips to her ear with sickening glee. “I want you to understand that everything that follow, every single event will be a direct result of what happens here, and I know you don’t understand, and you won’t. Ever. That’s the point.” Jeff pulled her poor and delicately beautiful face along the shattered mirror enjoying every moment that glass ripped through her flesh.
Faye let out a squeak of surprise as he gripped her face, her eye closing reflexively as his finger went towards it, but still protesting the pain of being jabbed. And then she felt herself being plummeted into the mirror, broken shards raining down, mostly on her neck, shoulder, and her arm, not to mention the floor. His words made no sense to her as her heart began to pound hard and fast in her chest. She didn’t get the chance to reply, though, because soon pain ripped through her face as it was dragged across the broken shards. Pain blossomed red in various places, mostly on her cheeks, and some of the smaller shards stayed stuck in her skin. She let out a scream of pain, hands going out towards his face in a vain attempt to push him away and make him stop.
Jeff threw Faye to the ground and from his pocket took out a pair of surgical gloves. “I want this to be clear, now, so listen up okay?” His voice was soothing, as if he cared, as if he wanted things to be alright. “Don’t scream, because if you do, I’m going to have to get nasty and well… that’s not what I want.” Jeff took out a pair of eyebrow tweezers and straddled the girl. Faye’s blood already getting onto his clothes. He began to pull the shards of glass from her flesh, first the big then the smaller, allowing the dark blood to spurt out like a recently crushed capri-sun packet. He turned her face for a moment and the blood meshed with carpet to form a puddle. “I think you should stand.”
Faye let out a cry as her back hit the ground, afraid to open her eyes in case there were any small shards lingering by them. Then she could feel him straddling her, and she begun to shake, feeling him pull out shard after shard. It hurt, but she knew to keep quiet, biting her lip to keep her cries relatively silent. She had to do as he said after all. Which is why she then rose to her feet as he asked. She didn’t know why he’d removed the glass in the first place, but at least she felt okay opening her eyes now, staring at him, clearly trapped in fear.
“You can go now.” Jeff said in a dismissive tone, of course this was another part of his game. He was a much more sadistic man than he liked to think, he was a cat with a mouse. Playing with the poor little rodent before finally devouring it. Faye, so innocent in her life was more than likely not used to this level of depravity. A man who plays games with his victims, that feline sense of fun. Enjoying every second, trying to supress not only his grin but that growing warmth from his pit that would, as it often did, manifest itself into that most basic of urges, sexual urges. “Well run little ducky, run run run. Run! Run for your life!”
Faye hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was seriously letting her go or not. But when he started to yell at her to run, she didn’t miss her chance. She took off like a bat out of hell for the door, bolting out of it and down the hallway, like a deer that’s just heard a gun shot go off. If this was her chance to escape, she was going to take it. She was headed toward Penn’s room, towards safety, toward something to save her from the lunatic she left behind.
Jeff let a small smile creep upon his lips as he darted after her. Sprinting down the hall like a lion towards it’s prey. He gripped a few of her hairs and wrapped them around his gloved hand and tugged her back pulling those hairs from her head. He then covered her mouth with one hand and wrapped his free arm around her neck. Dragging Faye back to her room was easy, she was his lightest victim to date, even Alessa was heavier than Faye was. He locked the dorm door and turned to Faye. “That truly was a brave attempt and I am impressed.”
Faye yelped as she felt her hair being tugged from her scalp. Her hair. Her precious, precious hair that had taken her most of her life to grow to its extreme length. That she had taken care of better than anything else in her life to date. She struggled against him as he started to drag her back to the room, so many things on her head hurting now. Once she heard the sound of the door lock, though, she knew she ought to be very scared. It occurred to Faye that this man could very well kill her. She gulped and shook her head, skiddishly moving back away from him. “W-Why are you doing this?” she stuttered out, finally finding her voice again. If she was going to die, she might as well know the reason for it.
“Big mistake.” Very quickly Jeff released her jaw, but just as quickly gripped the right side of her cheek, he thumb hooking into her jawline. His third finger from his thumb jabbed her eyes, his pinkie over her nose. He slammed her head into the glass of a near by mirror and held it against the debris. Jeff moved his lips to her ear with sickening glee. “I want you to understand that everything that follow, every single event will be a direct result of what happens here, and I know you don’t understand, and you won’t. Ever. That’s the point.” Jeff pulled her poor and delicately beautiful face along the shattered mirror enjoying every moment that glass ripped through her flesh.
Faye let out a squeak of surprise as he gripped her face, her eye closing reflexively as his finger went towards it, but still protesting the pain of being jabbed. And then she felt herself being plummeted into the mirror, broken shards raining down, mostly on her neck, shoulder, and her arm, not to mention the floor. His words made no sense to her as her heart began to pound hard and fast in her chest. She didn’t get the chance to reply, though, because soon pain ripped through her face as it was dragged across the broken shards. Pain blossomed red in various places, mostly on her cheeks, and some of the smaller shards stayed stuck in her skin. She let out a scream of pain, hands going out towards his face in a vain attempt to push him away and make him stop.
Jeff threw Faye to the ground and from his pocket took out a pair of surgical gloves. “I want this to be clear, now, so listen up okay?” His voice was soothing, as if he cared, as if he wanted things to be alright. “Don’t scream, because if you do, I’m going to have to get nasty and well… that’s not what I want.” Jeff took out a pair of eyebrow tweezers and straddled the girl. Faye’s blood already getting onto his clothes. He began to pull the shards of glass from her flesh, first the big then the smaller, allowing the dark blood to spurt out like a recently crushed capri-sun packet. He turned her face for a moment and the blood meshed with carpet to form a puddle. “I think you should stand.”
Faye let out a cry as her back hit the ground, afraid to open her eyes in case there were any small shards lingering by them. Then she could feel him straddling her, and she begun to shake, feeling him pull out shard after shard. It hurt, but she knew to keep quiet, biting her lip to keep her cries relatively silent. She had to do as he said after all. Which is why she then rose to her feet as he asked. She didn’t know why he’d removed the glass in the first place, but at least she felt okay opening her eyes now, staring at him, clearly trapped in fear.
“You can go now.” Jeff said in a dismissive tone, of course this was another part of his game. He was a much more sadistic man than he liked to think, he was a cat with a mouse. Playing with the poor little rodent before finally devouring it. Faye, so innocent in her life was more than likely not used to this level of depravity. A man who plays games with his victims, that feline sense of fun. Enjoying every second, trying to supress not only his grin but that growing warmth from his pit that would, as it often did, manifest itself into that most basic of urges, sexual urges. “Well run little ducky, run run run. Run! Run for your life!”
Faye hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was seriously letting her go or not. But when he started to yell at her to run, she didn’t miss her chance. She took off like a bat out of hell for the door, bolting out of it and down the hallway, like a deer that’s just heard a gun shot go off. If this was her chance to escape, she was going to take it. She was headed toward Penn’s room, towards safety, toward something to save her from the lunatic she left behind.
“Big mistake.” Very quickly Jeff released her jaw, but just as quickly gripped the right side of her cheek, he thumb hooking into her jawline. His third finger from his thumb jabbed her eyes, his pinkie over her nose. He slammed her head into the glass of a near by mirror and held it against the debris. Jeff moved his lips to her ear with sickening glee. “I want you to understand that everything that follow, every single event will be a direct result of what happens here, and I know you don’t understand, and you won’t. Ever. That’s the point.” Jeff pulled her poor and delicately beautiful face along the shattered mirror enjoying every moment that glass ripped through her flesh.
Faye let out a squeak of surprise as he gripped her face, her eye closing reflexively as his finger went towards it, but still protesting the pain of being jabbed. And then she felt herself being plummeted into the mirror, broken shards raining down, mostly on her neck, shoulder, and her arm, not to mention the floor. His words made no sense to her as her heart began to pound hard and fast in her chest. She didn’t get the chance to reply, though, because soon pain ripped through her face as it was dragged across the broken shards. Pain blossomed red in various places, mostly on her cheeks, and some of the smaller shards stayed stuck in her skin. She let out a scream of pain, hands going out towards his face in a vain attempt to push him away and make him stop.
Jeff threw Faye to the ground and from his pocket took out a pair of surgical gloves. “I want this to be clear, now, so listen up okay?” His voice was soothing, as if he cared, as if he wanted things to be alright. “Don’t scream, because if you do, I’m going to have to get nasty and well… that’s not what I want.” Jeff took out a pair of eyebrow tweezers and straddled the girl. Faye’s blood already getting onto his clothes. He began to pull the shards of glass from her flesh, first the big then the smaller, allowing the dark blood to spurt out like a recently crushed capri-sun packet. He turned her face for a moment and the blood meshed with carpet to form a puddle. “I think you should stand.”
Faye let out a cry as her back hit the ground, afraid to open her eyes in case there were any small shards lingering by them. Then she could feel him straddling her, and she begun to shake, feeling him pull out shard after shard. It hurt, but she knew to keep quiet, biting her lip to keep her cries relatively silent. She had to do as he said after all. Which is why she then rose to her feet as he asked. She didn’t know why he’d removed the glass in the first place, but at least she felt okay opening her eyes now, staring at him, clearly trapped in fear.
