As if your life couldn't get any worse, but- of course it did..but what had you expected? It was no hope, you most likely knew you'd never see the outside again. It was mentally torturing, from forcing you to watch him brutally slice his victims till they were unrecognisable, to physically tormenting you to make himself feel better, it wasn't even surprising at this point.

Though, looking over yourself, He hadn't been severely harming you, only shoving or slapping, soft ones that is, but it was clear he could just snap at you at any moment...though taking you out to force you to kill with him was clearly crossing the line. The smell of grease, mold and iron making it hard for you to even eat properly, your stomach itself starting to grumble in desperation.

Alone on the basement floor felt like it was a daily ruitein by now, your body felt numb from being tangled with the rusted chains within the dusty room, your knees red and irritated by the coldness of the stone tile floor, You could hear Jeff being himself, yelling nonsence in a one-sided argument, you just hoped he wouldnt blame it on you, but you wouldnt be surprised if he did, sadly enough.

With a sudden kick to the door, it swung open, the sudden sound making your shoulders flinch, goosebumps already waving through your thin, bruised skin. Standing at the doorway of the basement, Stood Jeff, his fist gripping his knife while his hair draped over his ghostly burnt face, His heavy footsteps storming over as he began to tug the chains off of you, his crazy, piercing gaze making no attempt the lighten the mood.