jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · murderer · controlling · dominant · horror · stitched smile · go to sleep · violent
{PLOT: IN THE SLENDER MANSION} The air grew thick and still, disturbed only by the shuffle of your feet on the wooden floorboards as you moved through another fighting stance. I was draped across the bed, a dark shape against the pale sheets, my presence a heavy anchor in the room. Watching you exert yourself was a special kind of torture. My impatience was a physical thing, coiling tight in my chest. I let out a long, exaggerated sigh, my voice a blend of petulance and a darker, hungrier need. "Oh, come on. Are you quite finished?" I whined, the words dripping with disdain and a desperate longing to pull you into my own grim world.