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(Y/N) = Your name

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"Of course, sir. I'll get it right away." You gave a polite and honest smile at the truck driver sitting in one of the with red coated sofa's. You turned on your heel as you put the pen back down into the pocket of your blouse. You avoided several of the other costumers as you came towards the small bar.

Once you had walked through the little door to the kitchen you yelled:

" Another house burger, Barney!" You hadn't even finished your sentence or the head of the old cook popped from behind a corner, his grey eyes focused on your small frame as he showed you a toothy grin.

"What a surprise!" The spatula in his hand was pointing up as he made a dramatic gesture with his other hand. You only laughed at the silliness of this old man and then turned back through the doors and into the dinner you were working in, grabbing the coffee pot on the way.

It had been one whole year since your first day in this small road diner. You weren't planning on working here for this long, and certainly this much, but sometimes life doesn't go as you wanted it to go. You wanted to go to college, study (F/S) and then get a nice job.

Sadly karma and life decided to be a bitch.

You're parents had saved the money for you, their lifelong work and effort just to make you be able to attend college and have a nice job. However once one of your family members suddenly got sick and was in desperate need for money in order to get better, they decided to give tons of their savings, including your college money, as a loan to the person.

He had paid for that 'incredibly expensive treatment' and in the beginning, paid your parents back little by little... Until it suddenly stopped. When your parents and other family members who had loaned him money too got suspicious, they found out that he never had a life threatening disease.

It was all a lie.

He had gathered all the money, bought a house somewhere on a distant island and lived life like a king. This had caused tons of debts for your family members. Your own parents did come off a little better, but not good enough to pay your college.

You were already glad that they didn't have to live in poverty. Sure you were mad, extremely mad. But let's face it. All by all it isn't their fault for being good people. They weren't naïve; they helped a freaking family member. If you can't trust your own flesh and blood then who can you trust?

That's why you ended up here, working for a year in a small road diner and gathering the money you needed. You almost had enough, working nearly every day and even the night shifts. Soon you would be gone from this ol' town and then you would live life to the fullest.

But let's not get ahead of yourself, you're still here and there are still costumers waiting for coffee. You gave a soft sigh as you again put up your famous smile, walking towards one of the costumers before the little bell rang above the door. You turned your head, meeting gazes with the woman from the restaurant across the street.

"Here ya go, (Y/N)! Another round of pork liver, where do ya want it?" She asked, her mouth going up and down, clearly indicating that she was chewing gum again. You only shook your head, staring at the big sack of pig flesh she had in her tiny hands.

"Just put it in the freezer, Madge. Like always." Madge only grinned, grabbing the sack once again and walking straight towards the little doors. Why she always asked you didn't know. You would think that she'd known after half a year.

The pork liver Madge was giving this diner was special. The owner of the restaurant across the street could buy it really cheap from her uncle, which happens to be a butcher. Your boss and she then made a trade, your diner giving chicken meat for a low price while she would give you the pork for a spot on price.

"How's the saving going, (Y/N)?" You heard from behind you and turned towards a customer. Grandpa Joe. You immediately smiled at the old man, grabbing his cup and filling it with coffee instantly. Grandpa Joe was a nice man. He wasn't really your grandpa, but everyone called him that since he's always in this diner.

He wasn't only nice, but you felt secure with the old man. He was partially blind and couldn't walk very well, but on the lonely and sometimes scary night shifts, he would mostly stay with you. That's because he is unable to sleep at night, he'd rather 'takes a nap in a good ol' chair'.

He isn't always there, but when he is, the whole diner seems a little brighter.

"It's going well, thank you. I almost have enough." You smiled, giving the cup back to the man. He only hummed in response, smiling while taking a sip of his way too hot coffee.

"You're that far already?" You turned around to look at Madge, still chewing her gum. You smirked a little, nodding your head and answering proudly:

"Yes, I am." Madge seemed to smile, but it was hard to tell since her face's always in a frown. You decided that you had talked enough about your own life; you weren't the person who'd want to highlight your own life.

"How's the boyfriend?" You asked Madge. Her wicked grin only seemed to widen as you saw something flashing in her eyes. Happiness. She was happily in love.

"I don't know if I can yell any louder at him." You couldn't help but to let out a snicker. Madge and her boyfriend were a lovely but weird couple. You had only seen them once, but they were constantly bickering with each other. Only to make out right after and probably went home to do something else.

You heard the bell ringing again and as you tried to turn to look at the person who entered, a voice kept you from looking at the new customer.

"You've got the nights today, (Y/N)?" Madge's brown eyes stared straight at your own, indicating that she was seriously asking a question. You gave a vague smile before nodding slowly:

"Of course I do! I'm that awesome!" You said as you had placed your hand on your hip, swirling the coffee pot around like a madman. Madge only grinned, holding her hand up and waving goodbye to you. But before leaving she yelled:

"Good, me too! See you soon!" You saw her walking out of the dinner, straight towards her own restaurant. You stared at her for a while, seeing how she walked straight past some customers and kept chewing the gum. Why the owner of the other restaurant had hired her you didn't know.

Madge had this charisma which made up for all her faults, you guessed.

You snapped back into reality, looking around and remembering that you were doing your coffee round. You noticed that there was a new customer sitting at one of the tables in the back of the diner.

You again put up your famous smile as you stepped over to the person. From his built, you could clearly see it was a guy, however his face was covered by his hood and his head seemed to be looking down at the table, as if he was really trying to keep his appearance a secret.

You didn't found this peculiar since it happened a lot. Believe it or not but there were a lot of criminals coming into this diner. Some mafia acquaintances, some scammers and sometimes a drug dealer. They would never commit their crime in this diner, oh no.

But it was as if they took a break from their life of crime and came here for a rest. It was rather hard to wrap your head around, but neither of these men or women were unfriendly. They always gave you big tips and politely greeted you.

You didn't mind this all, as well as your boss. As long as they don't start a commotion, threaten any of the workers or customers here then you're fine with them ordering food and drinks. You kept smiling once you stood in front of the table of this unknown man, asking politely:

"Do you like something to drink? Or do you want to order some food too?" You saw the white hood moving slightly; facing more your way and you knew that he was somehow looking at you. The clock was ticking by as you waited in patience for his answer. He sure was taking long.

"Coffee." A deep, gruff voice spoke. Chills had immediately spread over your whole body and you couldn't help but to feel slightly uncomfortable. You took a little step to the side, wondering how old this guy actually was. However with each step you took his hood seemed to move with you.

"Coming right up." You said as you realized that the coffee pot was still in your own hand. You walked over towards the counter and grabbed a mug. Your hand slowly touched the side of the coffee pot, feeling if it was still warm. You nearly burned your hand.

With an unknown heavy feeling you walked back towards the guy. Sure you have had nasty criminals in this facility, but never someone who had made you feel that uncomfortable, that insecure... That scared. Once at the table you slowly and steadily tried to pour some coffee into the mug.

Your hands were shaking but you didn't want the guy to notice. You tried your best not to spill any of the coffee. Whatever he did to make you feel this way, it sure worked pretty darn good. You swallowed the remaining saliva in your throat, trying to stand straight up and keep your polite attitude.

"Anything else?" It came out of your mouth as if you were unsure if you'd put coffee or rat poison into the mug. The hood again turned more your way. You now could see a few strands of jet black hair falling loosely until his chest, the skin on his hands was as white as paper and his clothes were full of cuts and stains.

You were silently praying that you weren't dealing with a gang member. They were the worst of all those criminals.

"No." It was the only thing he said, but it was still enough to give you the major creeps. You only hoped that this guy would leave soon. You walked away quickly, seeing that a few customers had left, their checks including the money still on the table.

You collected it, seeing that both of them gave tips. You smiled a little and the put the cash back into the counter, almost completely forgetting about the creepy dude in the back. You casted your eyes onto the remaining customers, seeing a few with beers in their hands and watching the telly.

This was going to be a long night.

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"Looks like the government doesn't know what he's doing again..." You heard Grandpa Joe mumble as you lifted your head and tilted it to the side, carefully raising your coffee pot in order not to spill.

"Hm?" You asked, staring at the white news paper he had in his old and wrinkly hands. You bet he couldn't even read the newspaper anymore, being too stubborn to put on his glasses, but that he just liked to look at the pictures and act as if he had so much knowledge about it.

"Ah, it's nothing. Just some stupid thing they did." You couldn't help but to suppress a small giggle as grandpa Joe stared at you in confusion. You were right; he himself didn't even know what he was talking about!

"Hey dollface, why don't cha come over here?" You immediately stood straight up and casted your eyes onto the three burly men sitting near the bar. One of them was waving his hand, a sign for you to come and ask politely what the problem is.

You knew exactly what kind of guys these were and you weren't really fond of them. However they always gave royal tips and spend tons of money on food and beer. You bit your lip before deciding that a crooked, fake smile would be more than enough.

There were three men sitting at the table. Two of them in probably their mid thirties, while the other was a lot older. Maybe 60? One of them was wearing a woodcutter blouse, while the other wore a plain, dirty white T-shirt with a half naked woman on it.

"Yes, may I help you?" You asked, trying to be as kind as possible and set your prejudices aside. It didn't really work. The one with the white T-shirt wiggled with his finger for you to come closer so you bowed a little and moved your head towards him.

"Yes, you may. Do you by any chance have some veal fillet?" The scent of alcohol mixed with cigarettes filled your nostrils and you had to breathe through your mouth in order not to gag. The man had wrapped his arms around your shoulder and you stepped to the side to get some more space.

"No, we don't serve that. However the restaurant across the street does." The man had kept his steel grip on your small frame as he chuckled loudly. You kind of felt bad to send these man towards Madge, but hey! She can handle them better than you ever could.

"You hear that boys, they don't serve that! How long's that restaurant open, babe?" You invisibly rolled your eyes and wanted to smack your head against the table. With a deep breath you gave another fake smile and answered:

"It's open all night." The men began to smirk, nodding towards each other and shrugging their shoulders. At times like these you were glad that Grandpa Joe was around. Not that he could do much, but him just being there, being a witness was more than enough.

If that doesn't work then you've always got that mysterious, gang stranger in the back of the dinner. He would surely help you out. Or maybe he would join them... Nah, he didn't really seem like the group type of people. He surely wasn't a team player.

"What about you? You're open all night?" You had no idea whether he meant this as a serious question or that this man was just messing around with you. Either way you decided to play dumb, not really in the mood of fooling around.

"This diner is open all night." You responded to him, trying again to take another step and get more out of the reach of these men. However the one holding you tightly pulled you even closer towards him, almost making your face collide with the table while you tried to keep standing.

"You see darling, the problem is that across the street doesn't have service like this diner does. Can't you ask them to prepare it so that we eat it here? I'll pay you a good little extra." He was almost licking his lips, getting a good view at your chest while being so close.

"I'm afraid I can't leave the dinner like that." That wasn't true. You left it all the time, especially when Grandpa Joe was around, but they didn't need to know. While bending over like that, you suddenly heard footsteps and then a hand placed on your lower back.

You felt someone walking past you, swiftly brushing against your behind, the hand probably some sort of warning, for you not to get startled of the sudden presence behind you. As soon as it came, the presence disappeared and then you heard the famous bell of the front door.

"What a shame! Then we do have to go across the street." Finally the guy's grip on you loosened and you slowly moved out of his reach. You then could straighten your back and watch as the three men stood up as well, grabbing their coats and having silent conversations.

Thank the lord they were leaving.

"Ah, don't worry beautiful. We'll be back after that!" The guy pinched you in your cheek before walking past you along with his comrades. Gosh, please no! You hated these people. You gave a loud sigh, keeping a close eye on them until they were really out of the diner.

Then finally, you could relax.

You saw Grandpa Joe giving you 'the glance' from across the diner. You knew he had seen all of that and he would surely tell you a story about his time and if they ever did that to a woman they could be arrested etc... That didn't really help.

Suddenly you remembered something. The guy walking past you when you couldn't look. You snapped your head towards the back of the diner, seeing that it was completely empty. You walked over to where the guy had been sitting, expecting that he just left like that without paying.

Instead you saw some money lying on the table. When you came closer however you saw that the 10 dollar billet was stained with red liquid. With your nose raised in the air out of disgust, you picked up the paper and studied it closer. Either you were right and this guy was part of a gang, meaning that this liquid would most likely be blood or he was just a major asshole.

You would go with the first one.

You didn't even want to smell the paper as you walked over to the counter. Whatever kind of douche bag this guy was, he did gave you an 8 dollar tip, which is actually quite a lot for merely a cup of coffee. Maybe he needed to dispose of the evidence? Gosh, stop thinking like that.

Once the billet was safely secured you immediately washed your hands and eventually walked over to Grandpa Joe with your coffee pot. You grabbed a clean mug on the way and sat across the old man, giving yourself some much needed coffee.

"Thanks for staying again, Joe." You eventually spoke. The old man glanced up from his paper, before putting it down and focusing his attention on you. He smiled, not saying anything before he turned his attention back to his paper.

You didn't mind the peace though. It was quiet, nice and quiet. This whole neighborhood was silent and you actually enjoyed it. The only reason people come to this dinner is because they follow the signs from the highway all the way to here.

There is no big, busy road near or anything, making the nights seems even lonelier. Why this dinner is open you had no idea, but you guessed since it was the only one near and most of your customers are truck drivers. You didn't mind working the nightshifts even if they were boring.

It paid pretty darn well.

And thanks to Grandpa Joe the nightshifts were somewhat cozy. It was as if the best people came a night, as if then the good people wake up and want some dinner. The best tips and the friendliest customers were always in the night. Well, except for rotten apples like those three guys.

Your gaze traveled towards the other restaurant across the street. Madge would have her hands full on those three trouble makers. You couldn't help but to grin as you took a sip of your coffee. You wouldn't even want people like that to come at night.

Suddenly the peace was ripped from your perfect night once a faint, horrifying scream was heard. The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up, as the dinner began to fill itself with a terrifying tension. Before you could react, you saw in the corner of your eye that the lights from the restaurant across the street suddenly turned off.

Both you and Grandpa Joe, who had immediately let go of his paper, stared at the restaurant in complete silence. Neither of you dared to breathe, let alone speak. You didn't know where the scream was coming from, but you did have a hunch.

After a while of silence, you finally dared to speak, your mouth extremely dry and your heart racing like crazy.

"What was that?" The question was ore for yourself than for Grandpa Joe, since you knew that he had no idea either. You looked straight into his eyes and the worried expression on his face told you more than any word could do.

"Maybe the electricity was cut off?" He asked, trying somewhat to assure you by telling that it was a coincidence. You calmed down a little. That would probably be it. She would be screaming because it is suddenly dark.

You gave a sigh of relief and slowly nodded your head. Yes, it could be... No, it is. The electricity is cut off because she used too much power or something like that. It had happened before in this diner, why not there? Yet, you couldn't really convince yourself.

That scream... It wasn't just a scream when the lights would be out... It was a truly, horrifying scream. A scream for help. Bloody murder... Ugh, you were watching too many crime scene programs. Both of you watched the restaurant intensely, wondering when the lights would go back on.

However that never happened. '

Instead the air around you seemed to turn colder, as the night turned darker. Your hands were itching, your legs were shaking and your body screamed at you to get up and ask what was happening in there. Or at least do something about this unwanted tension.

Then you saw something which took your fear away. You saw a figure standing in front of the window if the restaurant, holding a candle. When you tried to look closer you saw that it was Madge. Next to her stood another person, a burly guy. They seemed to be in a conversation together.

Neither of you spoke aloud, but you were so extremely relieved that it was nothing, that it was really something simple as glitching electricity. However Madge did took forever to get the lights back on. You didn't blame her though; she probably had no idea which swift to turn back on.

You on the other hand did have some knowledge, because it had happened before in this diner. Curse the old electricity and curse this old building.

"I'm going to help. I don't think she knows how it works." You said as you stood up. Grandpa Joe was only looked at the restaurant and then back at you.

"Shall I go with you? Just to be sure?" He was already trying t stand up, but since his bones are so rusty, it'll take him some time. You only shook your head, telling him that he needs to watch the diner while you were helping the neighbors.

"Fine, but be careful!" You waved it off, walking out of the door and into the cold night. You wrapped your arms around your body as you walked towards the road. You couldn't help but to look around, even if the chance was zero that there would be a car riding this late here.

You crossed the road quickly, trying to get warm by running but you failed miserably. The night was simply too chilly. Once in front of the restaurant you looked through one of the life size big windows, checking if you saw Madge or any of the customers. You saw nothing but pitch blackness.

You suddenly got this weird feeling in your stomach as the nerves began to take over. Your mouth became dry again as you wondered what had made you feel this way.

Your gut.

Something wasn't right. Something wasn't good at all, but you had no idea what it could be. Instead of turning around and walking back, you walked towards the front door. If there was really something wrong then you would find out soon enough, just keep close to the door.

You entered the restaurant; the familiar bell tune was played before the door shut behind you.

No one.

No one came towards you, greeted you or yelled hello. You tried your best to look around, but as far as you could see, everything was empty. You decided to reveal that you were here, the bell had made it obvious anyway:

"Madge? Is everything okay here?" You yelled. Your voice was echoing through the whole facility. Bouncing off the walls and white marble floors. Yet there was no answer. Nothing but silence. Alright, this was indeed very weird.

"Madge?" You tried again, taking very slow steps towards the kitchen, where there was also the fuse box. You were ready to run for your life with each step you took, ready to get the hell out of here when you would hear something unfamiliar.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" By hearing Madge's voice your tension immediately was replaced with happiness as your footsteps grew bigger and faster. You heard her voice coming from the kitchen and you quickly made your way over towards the back of the room.

You were right. Something bad didn't happen. The lights had turned off because whatever reason and she simply didn't know how to turn them on.

You went through the big doors, being completely engulfed in darkness. You were so relieved to hear Madge's voice that you didn't pay much attention and your foot slipped. You got a hold of one of the cupboards before you would completely crash into the ground.

The room was entirely dark, except for the light coming the freezer. You looked down, but you only saw that there was some liquid spilled on the floor. And not just a little. Alright this was weird... Is there some sort of flood here? Did she forget to pull the plug again?

"Madge?" You called again, unsure of what to make out of this mess. However as you progressed more into the kitchen a foul smell filled your nostrils and you had to cover your nose out of a reflex. You stopped in your tracks.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Madge calling and it was then you picked up your pace, you didn't know what this all was, what was lying on the floor but you knew that something was wrong.

"Madge, what is all this shit?" You asked, coming closer towards the freezer and stepping more into the light. However the more light shined upon the kitchen floor the more you could finally see what exactly was lying beneath your feet.

It was all red. The whole floor was covered in red goo, including heaps of red flesh in the corners, in the middle of the path. It didn't take long for you to figure out that it could only be one thing, only one possibility which explained the smell and the slipperiness.

Blood and organs.

You nearly dashed towards the freezer, adrenaline filling your veins as you were fearing for what Madge was doing. These were animal organs right? She had an accident with the freezer and its contents? When you had finally reached the freezer, being able to turn around the corner and face Madge, you saw her standing there.

Just standing in the middle of the freezer, her wide eyes focused on you as her clothes were stained with blood. You opened your mouth to ask her what in the world she was doing, what explanation she had for all this shit until she spoke first:

"Run." Your anger turned into confusion before you saw Madge falling forwards. Her shining eyes slowly being sucked out of their life as a person behind her was revealed. The young woman fell into the goo face first, but you only had eye for the mysterious man, playing with the knife in his hands which had just been into Madge's back.

"It's nice to see you again, dollface." A raspy, gruff but all too familiar voice spoke. You couldn't place who he was, but you did know that you had to get the hell away from here. Without thinking your body turned and bolted out of the freezer, towards the front door.

You didn't make it far, because you were just out of the kitchen, nearly flying through the big doors as you felt two strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You were being lifted up and slammed face first into a nearby table.

The smack had slammed all of the air out of your lungs as your brain felt like soup. You whole eyesight was spinning before your eyes and once you realized what was going on you started kicking with all the strength you had, flailing your arms around like a chicken without a head.

You suddenly felt a hand entangling itself into your hair before the guy behind you pulled at it. He then slammed your head so hard onto the dinner table that the only things you saw were pitch blackness and little stars flying around.

"You honestly thought you could outrun me? You're fucking stupid." Nausea was taking over your mind and each time you tried to move your head it felt as if you were in a carousel. You tried kicking the guy again, weakly moving your limbs but they felt extremely numb.

"Don't even try to escape. I'll cut you open and feed you your intestines within a second." You felt the hand still gripping the back of your head as his body was pressed against yours tightly, to prevent you from escaping. You were completely cornered, the dizziness still lingering in your mind.

"Please, don't kill me. I won't tell anyone." You decided to plead. It was the only thing you could do now. You hated it when people in movies did that, you absolutely thought of them as stupid and weak. Who pleads to a killer for his or hers life?

It was as if you were asking to die.

However when you were in a situation like that yourself... It seemed the only thing you could do. It felt as your last resort, as the last plan you could make. Beg. Beg to this killer to let you go. Of course, and you secretly knew this too, it would be futile.

"Kill you? Oh no, doll not yet. First I have some other plans in store for you." Your eyes widened as your breathing yet again became heavier. What was he going to do to you? Not yet? Does that mean he's going to torture you? Literally make you eat your own organs?

You felt him moving over you, his chest pressing harder against your back as his hands reached for yours. You gathered your power and tried to struggle again, but this man was strong... Extremely strong. If you moved even an inch he had pressed his body tighter on yours, keeping you nearly squeezed in between his chest and the table.

You had trouble breathing.

You felt both of his hands roughly grabbing your pulses, squeezing them harshly and bringing them towards each other. You tried to struggle again, using all of your power to push your arms away from each other. When you felt one of his hands retreating you immediately used the opportunity to grab his hand, trying to pry it off of your other arm.

Then suddenly you felt something ice cold being pressed against your neck. The smell of blood filled your nostrils and you didn't need to think twice of what it was.

"You might want to stop fucking struggling or your life will be ended slowly and painfully, understood?" You didn't even dare to breath, afraid that the dilatation of your trachea would cause a cut in your neck. You hummed lowly, breathlessly answering with a yes.

The knife retreated itself from your neck, but the hand was going straight towards your arms. He then grabbed both of your pulses again, bringing them towards each other. You knew he was going to tie them to something, to the table or anything else.

To prevent you from escaping.

However you had no idea of what he really had in mind, because when one of his hands was keeping yours together...

He had dug his knife down, through the flesh of both of your hands and deep into the wood of the table. You let out a horrifying, heartbreaking scream as your whole body jolted up. Immediately a hand had clamped itself around your mouth, his body pressing you down even tighter.

"Shut the fuck up." You didn't even hear him. The pain which was spreading through your arms, straight through your whole body was excruciating. It was unbearable and as you dared to look you saw blood gushing from the big wound in your hand.

Your fingers began to feel numb and a painful throbbing was felt. You could almost see the knife going up and down on the beat of your heart. You felt liquid in between your hands, dripping down unto the table and disappearing into the hole of the knife.

"You're going to be quiet or do you want another knife dug deep somewhere else?" He was almost breathing in your ear, panting loudly when his other arm had wrung itself in between the table and your own body, gripping you tightly while you were still pinned to the table.

You shook your head, tears slowly rolling off of your cheeks from the pain felt. It was all too horrible. This guy killing Madge off and then having his way with you. Why didn't he have the decency to make it quick? Why couldn't he just kill you right here and now?

His hand was removed from your mouth, you giving loud gasps as you could finally breathe. You heard him chuckle behind you, retreating both of his hands and body, only to leave you pinned to the table, with nowhere to go.

Even moving your hands was too painful, let alone trying to get this knife out. You tried to turn your head, wanting to see what he was planning, but you couldn't see anything else but darkness. When you felt two hands being placed on your lower back, you tensed immediately.

"I can see what got those filthy lowlifes excited about you doll. I would be a fool not to take you now." Then it clicked. He wasn't going to murder you slow and painfully... Well, maybe he was but first he was going to do something else to you. Something regarding his private area and yours.

You immediately struggled again, trying to dull away the incredibly pain you got with each move hoping that if you pried enough, the knife would get out. A harsh stomp on the side of your body made you stop immediately as you hissed out of pain.

"Don't worry; we'll get plenty of time to know each other in the next few minutes... The name's Jeff by the way." You felt his hands moving towards the button of your pants, prying at the little knob impatiently as he grunted in annoyance. You could only feel his bloody hands on your body with disgust, hoping that this all would be over soon.

He had unbuttoned your pants in a whim, pulling it down completely before turning his attention towards your behind. His hand slowly traced over and then up, under your shirt towards your chest. It had sent shivers up your spine as goosebumps raised on your skin.

You didn't want this at all.

"Stop..., please." You begged, hoping that it would somehow affect his consciousness... You knew it wouldn't.

"Nice ass doll. I love the cute panties you're wearing." You could keep yourself from puking as you felt his fingers tracing lines and then it happened... One of his fingers hooked behind the hem of your panties, slowly trying to pull it down...

It was now you decided that you really had enough. You had to stop this madness! Gathering every single brick of power your body had you began to struggle again, raising your body into the air and with one harsh pull at your hands trying to get the knife out.

However you only felt extreme pain. Eventually, you had to stop; otherwise you would pass out immediately. Jeff didn't even seem faced by your struggle, because he only continued pulling down your panties. With one harsh tug he had pulled them down immediately, his hands going up again.

With one finger he rubbed over the sensitive area before, without any warning, digging his finger deep inside of your body. A muffled groan came from your mouth as you tried to wiggle his finger out. His other hand, however, kept your body in place by holding on to your lower back.

"You're so small, doll. It turns me on." He nearly whispered the last sentence as you felt his finger retreating. You felt a little relieved, but when you heard the tingling of a belt however you tensed again, hoping that he wasn't doing what you were thinking he was doing.

It was then you felt something slimy, wet and above all hard being pressed against your sex, slowly rubbing over it. You knew what it was; you knew exactly what was going to happen. You opened your mouth to plead, to beg him to stop... But before a word could come out of it he had pressed his member deep inside of your body.

You cried out of pain from the sudden intrusion. You weren't even remotely wet for him and he knew that damn well. It felt as if a hot iron was entering your lower half, poking at the entrance of your cervix. He grunted loudly before he mercilessly began to thrust inside of you.

You screamed this time, each trust he made was more painful than the one before. You bit on your tongue trying to keep yourself from screaming too loud as he continued his ruthless assaults. He kept on pounding inside of you, both of his hands now on your hips in order to thrust even deeper.

"Please... Stop!" You cried out as he slammed himself inside of you again and again. You were rocking with the rhythm of his trust, involuntarily of course. Your breathing became heavy and tears were streaming down your face. The painful throbbing in the lower half of your body was replaced with merely an uncomfortable sting.

Yet it still didn't feel good.

"I know you want it. You want it real bad, doll." He breathlessly replied to every plea that came from your mouth, not even stopping with was he was doing. After a while you felt him speeding up inside of you, his hands now roaming all over your back before his arms wrapped themselves around your waist.

Your cries slowly turned into strangled groans as he kept on pounding faster. You didn't like it, you didn't enjoy it... But it didn't hurt as much as the first time he entered. You squeezed your eyes shut and praying that it would be over soon, that once he was finished he would end it quickly.

"Look, the little doll became excited." Aside from the pain felt on the lower half of your body, aside from the many tears spilled and the fear felt... You also felt rage. He was mocking you while abusing you and you were powerless to do anything about it.

His pace went even faster, his groans became louder as his trusts were sloppier. You had trouble keeping up with this guy, his body nearly squeezing yours onto the table and preventing you from breathing. Eventually you heard him groaning loudly, taking one deep thrust inside your small frame until he collapsed on top of you.

You could almost feel his seed filling you, infecting your body. Who knows what kind of diseases this guy has? Who knows how many victims he already did?

You were thankful for the break, thankful that it was over now. You had to catch your breath, unable to swallow because all of your cries had caused your throat to become as dry as a desert. You felt dirty, extremely dirty. He didn't even have the decency to pull out.

It was as if you could feel every contour of the thing stuck inside of you. With everything you had you wanted it out, out of your body and out of your life. You tried to stay as silent as possible, hoping that Jeff wouldn't give you much attention when he would dress himself.

"You liked that, didn't you?" You got shivers all over your body when you felt his mouth being only an inch away from your ear. His rough, quick breathing fanning over your skin, causing major goosebumps. You felt his weight being removed before his member left your body, leaving a sore and slightly bloody entrance.

"You know, doll, you were good. It was the best fuck I had in months." You felt hands roaming over your body and you were trying to shake them off by wiggling your behind. You didn't want to feel him anymore, you didn't want to hear him anymore!

Suddenly you felt his hands grabbing your hip roughly and pushing your behind tightly against his member.

"It would be real good if I could claim you some more. Why not try something else? You like to be fucked by me don't you?" You heard him chuckle loudly, rubbing his member against your behind. You were confused, eyes widening and trying to figure out what he meant.

One of his hands retreated from its place. You heard Jeff gurgling and then the sound of spitting. In only a second you felt his slimy hand rubbing over your private parts, playing a little with your clit before moving upwards.

Oh god no.

His hand moved further until it came towards a very sensitive spot. You immediately shook your head, screaming a loud 'No!' but Jeff didn't even seem fazed. His finger slowly rubbed over the muscle before it entered with one swift thrust.

The feeling felt then could be identified as extremely uncomfortable. He was literally digging around inside your anus. It felt as if your body had lost control and as if you were pooping backwards. Yes, that was the exact feeling. Pooping backwards.

You now decided that you really had enough. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't be planning something like that. You'll be ripped apart even more than you already were. This isn't what the hole was made for. Clenching your teeth tightly onto each other you decided to give it one more try.

Gathering every single brick of power your body had you began to struggle again, raising your body into the air and with one harsh pull at your hands trying to get the knife out.

The first thing you felt was extreme pain, followed by a strange feeling of relief... And then extreme pain again. Your body was going higher than expected and it was then you realized what you had done. You had pulled the knife out of the table and with the force making it flying out of your skin.

While this was happening you had moved your body backwards, giving Jeff behind you a harsh push with your butt. You heard a crash and then tons of curses thrown your way. Without any hesitation you shot away from the table, your extremely painful and bloody hands reaching for your pants and underwear, which was still on your ankles.

"You stupid fucking bitch!"

While taking large steps towards the front door, you pulled your pants and underwear up, completely ignoring your hands and Jeff. You didn't dare to look back, afraid that you would trip or that you would see him behind you. You felt your heart beating roughly in your chest and it was the only sound you could hear.

Your own heartbeat.

You wished it wouldn't stop anytime soon. With speed Sonic would be jealous at, you shot towards the front door, reaching your hand out towards the handle and praying that you would be quick enough. When your fingers touched the cold metal of the handle and your hand had wrapped itself around it, you felt Jeff grabbing your shirt and pulling you back.

You immediately began to struggle with everything you had; pulling at your clothes, dashing around like a wild horse about to get caught and screaming so loudly that your home would hear it. You somehow evaded his knife each time he prepared it to dig it into your flesh, shooting to the side.

His grip on you tightened even more and while you were struggling to get away, he had nearly dragged you back towards the table. Whilst still trying to avoid his attacks, you saw in the corner of your eye the bloody table, which fueled your adrenaline and fears even more.

You trashed around even more, desperate not to let him get you again. You somehow pried yourself loose, giving him a weak but useful kick in the knees before you again dashed towards the door. You knew it was only a matter of time before he caught you again.

You would never escape, you were too slow. Going through the door would take too much time and you simply didn't have that. You needed to warn at least something. Grandpa Joe was watching this restaurant; he should at least call the police if he hears something unusual.

Without even thinking about it, being completely in panic and desperate to stay alive, you speeded up. Going straight for one of the gigantic windows. Covering your head with your arms you bolted through the window, the glass shattering with a loud crash and flying pieces entering your skin everywhere.

The huge impact had caused you to falter, heading face first into the concrete floor below you filled with remnants of glass. You crashed down, trying somewhat to catch yourself with your hands and arms. The fall only increased the already unbearable pain as more glass had found its way into your body.

You had gathered yourself sooner than expected, nearly shooting up and running straight towards your own dinner. You ignored the fact that there was blood dripping down your face, you ignored the fact that there were two gigantic holes in your hand.

You only wanted to get to safety.

The thought of even looking at the road before crossing it never came to mind as you shot away from the restaurant. Your muscles screamed at you to stop, your trachea and esophagus filling themselves with mucus as breathing became troublesome.

When you ran closer you saw Grandpa Joe standing with the phone in his hand. A worried expression set across his old face, but once he saw you nearing an expression of horror replaced it. You could almost cry out of relief, the fear and dread being replaced almost immediately. Even if the danger still wasn't over.

Just looking at the guy gave you a strange sense of comfort. A comfort a mother could give her child. You're always safe with mommy.

You saw Grandpa Joe immediately putting the phone down and then grabbing something else...

A gun.

"(Y/N)!!!!"

You dashed through the front door, immediately crashing down on both of your knees as the tears started to roll down your cheeks. You began to cry loudly and while covering your eyes with your bloody hands, you knew someone was coming closer.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay? Say something!" you heard Grandpa Joe yelling at you, taking your bloody body into his arms. All the stress, fear and horror had found its way out of your body, and you could only cry. Cry of what you had seen of what you had gone through.

Even the pain in your hands could not compare to that pain.

You were in some sort of shock, not realizing that grandpa Joe was talking to you, shaking you in order to know what was going on. You didn't even hear him talking. All you heard was your own sobs, all you saw was the image of Madge dropping to the ground on her knees.

All you felt were Jeff's filthy hands on your body.

You didn't even realize what was going on when the police stormed in, their guns ready and pointed at you and Grandpa Joe. This time you did look up but everything was one big blur... You heard one of the policemen shouting and then Grandpa Joe talking.

You didn't want to talk to them; you didn't want to relive everything you had gone through.

You just wanted to go home.

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A chilling breeze ran past your tender skin as you wrapped your coat around yourself even tighter. Your footsteps clashing against the concrete, almost being overpowered by the harsh wind sneering through the empty streets.

It had been half a year since that accident occurred. Since Madge and three other men had been killed. Yes, it were those three men. You hadn't seen them when you were walking in that restaurant... Well actually you had but you never could've recognized them.

The bloody pulp of flesh and bones you had seen were not from animals... It was the flesh and bones of those three men, completely being spread apart over the floor. Jeff had killed those men in a whim, as if those three burly guys were no match for him.

When the police had arrived the guy was already long gone. Leaving traces and DNA all over the place, but within a few days the police investigation got stuck unto a dead end. Seems like this killer had done this before, several times actually. But there were never witnesses.

He was wanted by the FBI, by the police all over the world... Yet no one could trace him; see where he lives and who he really is. It had taken you quite a while to remember who this guy really was. You had recognized his voice, the way he spoke... Eventually after days of questioning you came to the conclusion that it had been the same guy from the dinner, the one you thought would be in a gang.

The question which lingers in your mind up to this day is why... Why did he do this? And above all why did he keep you alive? You heard from the officers that he always got to his victims. Was it just because you escaped? Why didn't he follow you? He knew that you must've been alone, or at least Grandpa Joe would be there but heck, he wouldn't be a match for the guy.

Grandpa Joe...

When he heard the glass shattering he immediately called the police. He also knew where your boss kept a gun at all times, in order to protect the dinner against thugs and robbers. And then you came... You were extremely angry that the police still hadn't caught the guy.

But you knew all this anger and stress was only a waste of time.

Your eyes fixed on a few figures standing up ahead, their faces not shown by you immediately knew who they were. A small smile had spread itself across your lips and as one of the persons saw you coming closer, she waved. You waved back slightly, now picking up your pace to meet them.

The killers is still roaming free, again killing innocent victims just for fun. Even though you had moved on with your life, attending college and having fun with friends, something inside of you told you that it wouldn't last. And you secretly knew this yourself too.

One day he'll be back and then you're either dead or wishing to be.

But let's not think about that. For now you're here, with your friends. Enjoying your scarred but still extremely happy life to the fullest.

Because it could all be over in a whim.
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