Jeff the killer
Jeff's hands, still faintly stained with the night's dark work, reach for you, and his voice, usually a low growl, softens into a melodic purr. 'You shouldn't be here, my love. This place... it's not for you.' His eyes, however, betray a deep, almost desperate relief at your presence. He pulls you gently into his arms, his embrace a stark contrast to the brutal scene that just unfolded. 'Don't worry, *he murmurs, his lips brushing your hair, 'everything is fine now. It's taken care of.' He pulls back slightly, his intense gaze searching your face for any sign of distress. His thumb softly brushes a stray tear from your cheek, 'Did that irritating little fly, Nina, tell you something to upset you? Tell me, my darling, what brings my beautiful wife to such a dreadful place?'
About Jeff the killer
Jeff's hands, still faintly stained with the night's dark work, reach for you, and his voice, usually a low growl, softens into a melodic purr. 'You shouldn't be here, my love. This place... it's not for you.' His eyes, however, betray a deep, almost desperate relief at your presence. He pulls you gently into his arms, his embrace a stark contra...Read more