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“You’d better be telling the truth…” You said irritably as you rummaged through the various items hidden in the hat, noting the distinct way everything felt against your fingers. Some things felt like metal, others felt more like cloth. Some items were big, others were so small your fingers could barely grasp them. Then, after finding something felt nice against the skin of your fingers, you withdrew you hand and pulled out-…
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A sleep mask. You ran your thumb across it, enjoying the feel of it against your skin. It was made of black silk, and looked pretty expensive- even the band used to keep it on the back of your head was made with comfort in mind. You flattened the mask against the palm of your hand to examine it, your lips twitching into a small smile as you looked it over. You kinda liked the mask- maybe whoever put it in the hat would let you keep it if you asked.
“What did you pick?” Splendorman asked happily, holding his hand out to you so that you could hand him whatever you’d picked. You put the mask in his hand, though you were hesitant about it- something about the feel of it made you not want to let it go. Smiling as always, Splendor took the mask and held it up for everyone to get a look at.
“Alright~ Who’s is this~!” Splendor said cheerfully, waving the mask around in the air as if it were a flag. You caught the sounds of people muttering quietly amongst themselves, and then someone eventually broke away from the crowd to reclaim his property. You examined the boy closely, knowing who he was at first glance but still feeling the urge to look him over. Long, messy black hair. Skin pale as a fresh blanket of snow, and a joker smile carved into his face. Wide, unblinking, lidless eyes. No doubt about it- you were about be locked in a tiny closet with none other than the infamous Jeff the killer. Being the naturally indifferent person that you are, you weren't afraid and you didn't actually care- but the Slender-brothers were another story. Splendor gave Jeff his mask back nervously, and he fidgeted uncomfortably as the killer turned and headed for the closet. You did likewise, following him silently.
To your surprise, he gave an attempt at being a gentleman and opened the door for you, moving to the side to let you walk into the closet. Before he could follow you inside, Slenderman wrapped a tendril around his waist and pulled him away from the doorway. You watched as the pair engaged in a short but heated conversation, one that ended with Jeff handing Slender his butcher knife. Then Slenderman pushed Jeff into the closet and closed the door, saying “You’d better remember what I said!” before locking the two of you inside the cramped space. With that, your seven minutes alone with the crazed killer began. Since you didn’t really know what to do because these kind of games were new to you, you stood silently with your back against the wall and stared at Jeff. He did likewise, but since he didn’t have eyelids his gaze never left you for even a fraction of a second. Then, after a short but awkward period of silence, you heard the killer chuckle quietly.
“Whats so funny?” You asked calmly, watching as he shifted his weight onto his left leg- since the two of you were so close together, his knees actually brushed against your thighs when he moved. Hey, you were shorter than him- nothing you could do about that. He cocked his head to the side and laughed again.

“Just thinking… About how funny it is, that Slenderman thinks I gave him my only weapon…” Jeff chuckled, before reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a small carving knife. Your eyes widened a bit in surprise, but you weren’t afraid- you were nervous, but that wasn’t the same feeling. You stared at him calmly as he lifted the knife to your face and gently ran the tip of it across your cheek- he didn’t cut you, but the sensation kinda tickled though.
“Have you ever thought about getting a smile like mine?” He asked curiously, running the knife across your other cheek before moving it to press the tip against your lower lip- that time he cut you. It didn’t hurt, but you still clearly felt blood running down your chin- he must’ve cut you pretty deep.

“No.” You said calmly, thinking of a way to spite him.
“But I’ve thought about asking you why you did that to your face.” You said dryly, part of you hoping that the killer would take your words as a challenge so you could have an excuse to hit him. Despite you upbringing, and your complete disregard for human life, you made it a rule never to throw the first blow. You were someone who finished fights- not someone who started them. Instead, he laughed again and withdrew his knife- he put it in his pocket and took a step closer to you. Now you were so close together that your bodies touched.

“For beauty… I’m beautiful aren’t I?” He asked you while bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away the blood that dribbled down your chin, then he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the blood off. Well that didn’t seem creepy. You cocked you head to the side to ponder his question, then abruptly brought your hands up to touch his face. Jeff flinched at the sudden and unexpected contact, and he stared at you awkwardly.
“W-what are you doing?” He stuttered, obviously not used to having people touching his scarred face. You squinted and continued to touch him.

“Its to dark in here for me to get a good look at you, so I’m using my hands…” You say calmly, gently running your fingers all over his face. You touched the scars on his cheeks, and felt the skin of his face, noting that because he was a burn victim his face was just one huge scar. His skin was smoother than you’d expected, and had a different texture than you thought it might- but how it felt exactly was simply too difficult to explain. Then you moved your fingers to carefully feel the skin surrounding his eyes, and you found that he still had remnants of his eyelids. He couldn’t close his eyes, but he could squint- he actually squinted at you fearing that you might poke him in the eyes. From there, you trailed your fingers down over his nose, down to his lips. His lips were a little rough, but they weren’t chapped. Once you’d finished feeling his face you lowered your hands and clicked your tongue expectantly.
“Well, your not ugly… And I guess your, beautiful, in your own way…” You said calmly, being completely honest- you had no reason to lie to him. Sure, he didn’t look so swell in accordance to typical standards, but as far as things went, he wasn’t completely hideous. You watched intently as his unblinking eyes widened further, and before you had the chance to anticipate his reaction to your words, you found yourself pinned against the wall with his lips pressed firmly against yours. Now, you weren’t someone who startled easily- but what he did was enough to make you gasp. He took that as his opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, and he trailed his hands up to your head to grasp your hair. He used his hold on your hair to turn your head slightly so that he could have better access to your mouth, and he did everything in his power to coax you into kissing him back. Eventually, you just gave in and sloppily moved your lips against his. This was actually your first kiss, and Jeff was doing a pretty damn good job at making a lasting memory of it. He started sucking on your tongue to provoke a weak moan from you, then turned his attention to your lower lip. He sucked on it, drinking what little blood he could draw from the wound he’d inflicted on you earlier.
You felt him shift one of his legs to press his knee between your thighs, and you gasped into the kiss as you felt him apply pressure to your crotch. That was when fear crept into your mind for the first time in almost a year, the memories of your sexual harassment flashing behind your eyes like gunfire. The sudden instinct to attack him flooded your system, but before you’d been pushed far enough to make your move, the door flew open and a very angry looking Slenderman yanked Jeff away from you by his hoodie. You gasped loudly and slid down the wall, panting heavily in an attempt to regain your breath- for the first time in a long time, you were trembling.
“(Y/N), are you okay?!” Slenderman gasped as soon as he saw the state you’d fallen into, and he carelessly chucked Jeff across the room so that he could scoop you into his arms. Then he abruptly turned to face Splendorman.
“I told you this would happen!” He practically shouted, holding your trembling frame securely against his chest in a protective manner. Splendor offered a nervous, confused look then put his hands up defensively.

“I-I’m sorry Slendy! I… I didn’t know how serious her condition was!” Splendorman said hesitantly, his voice loud and apologetic. At the mention of the word “Condition”, a particular memory burst into your mind- one you hadn’t remembered since you’d arrive at the Slender Mansion. Tears began welling in the back of your eyes and you instinctively reached for Slenderman’s tie to get his attention- he snapped his head towards you and stiffened up as he spotted the tears welling in your eyes.

“T… Take me outside…” You panted, the hand you grasped his tie with trembling openly. You needed out. You needed to be away from everyone- to be out in the chilled night air where no one would see you cry. Slenderman didn’t say a word, he just made his way past everyone, flung the door open, and carried you outside so that you could have your mental breakdown in solitude. He took you out to a small lake, one you camped by frequently, and he laid you down on the pile of sleeping bags you’d kept there. Then he left, but not without squeezing your shoulder gently- he worried over you in ways you’d never understand. Once he was gone, you gave into your internal turmoil. Your rolled onto your stomach, buried your face in the sleeping bags underneath you, and cried your heart out. You cried so hard, that you eventually drifted off into a restless sleep- into a nightmare.
*Your dream*
You lied quietly in a large bed, tucked tightly under the heavy covers. You had a black eye and were covered in bruises, there were bandages around your arms and legs and a couple of band-aids on your face. An unbearable pain shot from between your legs, and you bit back the urge to cry as you remembered what had happened to you. Your step-dad had beaten you again- this time he’d used a metal meat hammer to see if he could get you to scream. But you didn’t make a sound- you never made a sound when he attacked you. You’d learned your lesson the first time. He’d hit you upside the head and landed a blow to your eye- you’d be lucky if you regained the sight in your eye once the wound healed. He’d smashed your right hand with the mallet and hit struck you repeatedly elsewhere. Your chest, stomach, legs- not one part of you body was free of his wrath. Then, after he’d beaten you until you couldn’t get back up to face him, he tried to rape you. You knew why he did it too- it was because your mother wasn’t home. Ever since your mother had married the perverted man, he’d snuck into your room and touched you, then he’d go and have sex with your mom. You were his Viagra- he molested you to get it up, then he slept with your mom to get it back down.
You remembered the disgusting look he had on his face when he yanked your pants off, and you remembered the way it felt when he ripped your underwear off- and the sound. You could still hear the sound of your underwear being torn- the noise would probably haunt you for the rest of your life. Then he’d loosened his pants to free his, piece, from its bindings- and he shoved some of his fingers mercilessly into your beaten body. Pain erupted from your body when he did that- you didn’t know why, but it just did. If felt like someone had stabbed you with a dull blade- the pain pulsed from between your legs, and in the lowest parts of your abdomen. Then, to your horror he removed his fingers and prepared to rob you of your virginity- one of the few things he hadn’t stolen from you during his time in your life. That’s when you heard your window shatter, and you saw a long, slender arm fly into your room and grasp your step-father by his head. In an instant he was pulled out the broken window, kicking and screaming as he went. His screams grew louder and louder, then you caught the sound of wood snapping, and suddenly everything went quiet.
With your attacker gone, you lied on your bedroom floor, half naked and beaten- bleeding and covered in bruises, for what felt like hours. You didn’t have the strength to move, you couldn’t even turn your head the pain was so bad. After a while you started to think that you might die there, and you let a single tear slide down the side of your face- the idea of dying in such a pathetic way made your stomach clench. That’s when you started to fight. You struggled desperately to get yourself to your feet. The broken glass scattered all over the floor cut your hands and knees, and you slipped constantly trying to push yourself off of the ground. By means of a miracle you stood up, and you forced yourself to take the few agonizing steps it took for you to reach your bed. Your jacket- you found it on your bed and did what you could to tie it around your waste to cover your private area. You simply didn’t have it in you to try and pull on a pair of pants, your feared that if you fell down you’d never be able to stand yourself back up again. Then, you forced yourself to make the grueling journey from your bedroom to your front door, and you thanked god that you lived in a single story house. You’d have killed yourself had you tried going down a flight of stairs. Somehow, you managed to stumble outside, and it didn’t take long for you to see what had happened to your step-dad.
He was dangling from the tree in your front yard, its branches had been run through him like needles through cloth. A quiet laugh managed to snake its way out of you at the sight of your tormentor hanging dead in such a way, and you sat down on your front porch to stare at him for a while longer. That’s when they showed up. Their were three of them- two boys with their faces covered by masks, and one, insanely tall, faceless creature. They emerged from behind the tree and slowly made their way over to you- a tentacle came out of the faceless creatures back and wrapped itself around your body to lift you off of your porch. How strange- the creature was being oddly gentle with you. Maybe it was a friend. The creature pulled you closer to him, raising you to “Eye” level- and then you passed out. The next thing you knew, you were lying in the room, tucked into bed with your injuries tended to. Whoever these people were, they’d taken care of you- and you could hear them talking about you outside the door. They kept muttering something about emotional trauma, and the phrase “PTSD” was uttered more than once. The urge to cry struck you, but you refused to let the tears fall- you didn’t want those people to walk in and catch you crying.
Then they walked into your room to greet you…
*Dream over*
You woke with a start, tears pouring down your face. Now you remembered what Splendorman had meant when he’d said you had a condition. You had post traumatic stress disorder- and being touched in a sexual way triggered severe panic attacks. You’d forgotten about that, because no one had tried to touch you in such a way since you’d moved in. That explained why Slenderman put so much effort into trying to convince everyone to play something other than seven minutes in heaven- you didn’t know that it was a sexual game when you’d held your tongue at the “Family meeting”. If you had known, you probably would’ve said something. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder and you jumped up in surprise. You spun around to face whoever had snuck up on you, and to your dismay, it was Jeff.
“W-what do you want?!” You snarled, abruptly turning back around to wipe your tears out of your eyes- but the killer would have none of it. As soon as you turned away from him, Jeff spun you back around and took hold of your wrists to keep you in place, and he stared at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Why were you crying?” Jeff asked calmly, a questioning look evident in his eyes. When you didn’t answer him right away, he tightened his hold on your wrists and roughly shook you. In the end, you lost your resolve and caved in.

“I’m c-crying, because of w-what you did to me i-in the closet…” You hiccuped, feeling the urge to cry creeping up on you again- but you weren’t going to give in. You wouldn’t let yourself cry in front of him. He cast you a suspicious look.

“What? You mean the kiss?… No, you wouldn’t cry over that… Then its because-” Jeff said calmly, pausing a moment to shove his knee between your legs so that he could tease your crotch with his leg. You gasped quietly, and tears began welling in your eyes. He cocked his head to the side and studied your reaction, then he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, wait, I forgot…. Slenderdick rescued you… You were being molested by some pig for what- a year?” He paused again to laugh coldly, taking some kind of sick pleasure in seeing you so upset.
“Yeah, I remember now- that pig tried to rape you. That’s when Slender decided to bring you here, make you one of us, all that shit… What did he say you had when he introduced you to everyone? Something about shock. No, wait, I remember. He said you had PTSD…” He said, sounding more like he was talking to himself than he was to you. By then, you’d seriously started to try and get away from him. But he was stronger than you, and you were tired from how much you’d been crying, so you had no chance of escaping him.
“So that means, that this-” He said whilst pressing his leg closer to your crotch, sending an unwanted jolt of pleasure rushing up your spine.
“Must be what triggers your attacks.” He laughed, watching with amusement as your expression contorted into one of fear. Well, you hoped he was proud of himself- he’d been the first person to wholeheartedly inflict fear upon you in nearly a year. No, it was more than fear- you were terrified.

“S-stop!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to get away from him and rush back to the mansion- back to Slenderman. You wished Slenderman were there with you, he’d put Jeff in his place and stay by your side until you were ready to go home.
“Please, stop!… W-why are you doing this?” You sobbed, tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you gave into the agony that the killer had awakened within you. Jeff’s smile widened as he studied your expression- you looked so pathetic! He just couldn’t help but want to take you. He wanted to bend you over and make you scream his name over and over again, until every memory of the pig that had touched you was eradicated from your mind. Releasing his hold on one of your wrists, he raised his hand to your face and put his hand under your chin, he forced you to face him and his smile widened further.

“I want you (Y/N)- body and soul… I want to make you mine- to see you trembling beneath me and moaning my name as I take you…” Jeff murmured, leaning his face closer to yours so that he could place a tender kiss upon your trembling lips, and he withdrew his leg from between yours before slowly pushing you to the ground. He climbed on top of you and started peppering your neck with kisses- you trembled helplessly, and lifted your arms to try and push him off of you. But he didn’t budge.

“Please…” You whimpered, praying that he’d either get off of you, or that someone would come to stop him before he could go any further.- but neither of those things were about to happen. Instead, he moved his face to your ear so that he could shush you.

“Shhh… Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll be gentle… I’ll drive every memory of that pig out of you and etch the image my body into your mind for all eternity…” Jeff cooed, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head as he slowly worked your shirt open. You were wearing a (F/C), button up, long sleeve dress shirt- and the only thing you had on underneath it was a bra. You continued to whimper as he trailed his hand across your bare stomach, his rough fingers caressing your soft skin in a way completely foreign to you. When your step-dad had touched you, it felt awful- you wanted to puke you hated it so much. But with Jeff, something was different. His hands, he was being so gentle, so affectionate. His fingers brushed a scar on your abdomen and you shuddered- he noticed the odd change in texture on your skin, and moved to examine your stomach expectantly. He immediately spotted a two inch scar, it was a few inches above your bellybutton. He trailed his fingers over it curiously, enjoying the way that you trembled beneath his touch. You were glad he didn’t say anything about the mark- it wasn’t a pleasant memory. But you tried to move away on impulse when he trailed his hand up to your chest to grasp one of your breasts through your bra.
*THIS PART OF THE LEMON WAS REMOVED SO PEOPLE WOULDN'T HAVE REASON TO REPORT IT OVER BEING BUTTHURT.FULL VERSIONS OF THIS LEMON ARE ON MY TUMBLR, AND ON MY FANFICTION. IF ANYONE HAS FORGOTTEN, MY TUMBLR USERNAME IS springfallendeer, AND MY FANFICION USERNAME IS Ookaminii. THANK YOU, AND SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO POST FULL ON DA.*

He stared down at you for a long time before he stood and went about the task of collecting his clothing. He slipped his black tee shirt and his boxers back on, and he tied his hoodie around his waist. He grabbed his pants and knelt down next to you. He pried your torn pants and underwear off of your body, then slipped his pants on to you and tried to find your shirt- and your bra. He found them eventually and helped you put your shirt back on, but instead of giving you back your bra he slipped it into the pocket of his hoodie.
Normally you would’ve punched the lights out of anyone who did so much as look at your undergarments, but you were simply to tired to do so much as lift your head- so lecturing him wasn’t even a possibility. Once you were fully clothed, he picked you up bridal style and turned to walk back into the forest- or so you’d thought.
“You can come out now!” Jeff said in an irritated tone, his grip on you tightening as two familiar figures emerged from behind the trees. To your horror, Slenderman and Splendorman stepped out into the open- both of them sported heavy blushes, and Slender looked pretty pissed off.

“So you knew we were here?” Slenderman spat, his voice laced with venom. A nervous look crept its way onto your face as you began to think that maybe the Slender-brothers had been watching you two while, you know. Oh god, if ever there was a moment when you’d of accepted deaths embrace, you’d have done it right then and there- you were so embarrassed. You heard Jeff chuckle mockingly at Slenderman.

“Yeah, and just so we’re clear, nothing you can say or do is going to make me leave (Y/N). She’s mine now!” Jeff said loudly as he moved a hand up to the back of your head to hold you closer to his chest possessively. Slenderman immediately made a move to lunge and the killer, but Splendorman held him back and attempted to calm him down.

“Slendy! H-hold up now! Lets give him a chance! He did sleep with her after all- I-I mean! (Y/N) actually let him have se- erm… She let him bed her!” Splendorman rambled, trying to convince his younger brother not to grab Jeff and rip him apart. However, his words only seemed to make Slenderman more angry, as he began to struggle harder in his older brothers grasp. Despite the obvious threat to his life, Jeff started to straight out laugh at the pissed off Slender.

“Yeah Sledny, she let me bed her~ But if that’s not a good enough reason for you, we can always let (Y/N) decide for herself~” Jeff laughed, shifting his weight slightly so that he could hold you a little better. Then, all eyes fell to you as if you were expected to make the decision right then and there, but you were so tired that you couldn’t even open your eyes all the way anymore. You stared up at Slenderman through half lidded, sleepy eyes. Everyone noticed your inability to speak- which gave the killer the perfect opportunity to mess with Slender even more.
“Well~ Seeing as (Y/N) is a tad to tired to give us an answer right now, I think I’ll be taking her home to get some rest…” He said smugly, before starting towards the mansion- he didn’t make it two steps past Slenderman before a tendril wrapped around his neck. The killer stopped dead in his tracks, but said nothing.

“Jeff- I’m giving you one warning and one warning only. If you hurt (Y/N)- I don’t care if its emotionally or physically- I’ll make sure you regret it…” Slenderman hissed, before letting Jeff go and allowing him to take you home. The trip was silent, save for the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under Jeff’s feet as he walked. When you two finally made it home, he brought you straight to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and pulled your pants down enough to show your bloody thighs, then he retrieved a washcloth and wiped the blood away. Once you were cleaned up, he put your pants back on and pulled you back into his arms, then he carried you to his room and laid you down on the bed. He pulled his hoodie off of his waist and dropped in on the ground, then climbed into bed next to you. He pulled you close to him so that your back was flat against his chest, and he pulled the blankets over both of you before resting his head in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. For hours, the room fell silent save for the sound of breathing. Jeff’s breaths had grown so even that you assumed he had fallen asleep. In the hours that you’d simply lied their, you’d regained enough energy to speak, so you called out to Jeff.

“Jeff…?” You asked tiredly, hesitantly moving one of your legs out from under your side so that you could lie more comfortably. When you didn’t hear an immediate response you sighed, assuming that the killer hadn't heard you. Then his arms suddenly tightened around your waist and his head moved a bit.

“What is it (Y/N)?” Jeff said quietly, sounding as if he were on the verge of falling asleep. You felt a little bad for disturbing him.

“Did you mean it?” You asked hesitantly. The killer took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh.

“Did I mean what?” Jeff asked slowly. He really did sound like he was ready to crash. You hoped he wouldn't fall asleep on you.

“You said you’d never leave me… Did you mean it?” You asked shyly, a small blush climbing up your cheeks. Then, you felt the killer chuckle and he turned his head so that he could kiss your cheek.

“Yeah, I meant it babe- and if you don’t believe me-” Jeff said playfully as he trailed a hand down your stomach to rub your crotch through your pants- you moaned quietly. You no longer felt fear of intimate contact.
“Then I could always show you how serious I am~” He whispered seductively into your ear. You reached for his hand weakly and attempted to pull it away from your private, and to your surprise, he obliged and stopped groping you.

“Not now…” You said quietly, as you felt him settle down against you as he prepared to go to sleep. Then, to your surprise, he slipped something over your eyes- it was the eye mask you’d picked out of the hat earlier. A blush crept up your cheeks, and without thinking you uttered a few more words before falling asleep.
“Maybe later…”

-In the end, you made it very clear to everyone that you’d chosen Jeff…-

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“You’d better be telling the truth…” You said irritably as you rummaged through the various items hidden in the hat, noting the distinct way everything felt against your fingers. Some things felt like metal, others felt more like cloth. Some items were big, others were so small your fingers could barely grasp them. Then, after finding something felt nice against the skin of your fingers, you withdrew you hand and pulled out-…
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A sleep mask. You ran your thumb across it, enjoying the feel of it against your skin. It was made of black silk, and looked pretty expensive- even the band used to keep it on the back of your head was made with comfort in mind. You flattened the mask against the palm of your hand to examine it, your lips twitching into a small smile as you looked it over. You kinda liked the mask- maybe whoever put it in the hat would let you keep it if you asked.
“What did you pick?” Splendorman asked happily, holding his hand out to you so that you could hand him whatever you’d picked. You put the mask in his hand, though you were hesitant about it- something about the feel of it made you not want to let it go. Smiling as always, Splendor took the mask and held it up for everyone to get a look at.
“Alright~ Who’s is this~!” Splendor said cheerfully, waving the mask around in the air as if it were a flag. You caught the sounds of people muttering quietly amongst themselves, and then someone eventually broke away from the crowd to reclaim his property. You examined the boy closely, knowing who he was at first glance but still feeling the urge to look him over. Long, messy black hair. Skin pale as a fresh blanket of snow, and a joker smile carved into his face. Wide, unblinking, lidless eyes. No doubt about it- you were about be locked in a tiny closet with none other than the infamous Jeff the killer. Being the naturally indifferent person that you are, you weren't afraid and you didn't actually care- but the Slender-brothers were another story. Splendor gave Jeff his mask back nervously, and he fidgeted uncomfortably as the killer turned and headed for the closet. You did likewise, following him silently.
To your surprise, he gave an attempt at being a gentleman and opened the door for you, moving to the side to let you walk into the closet. Before he could follow you inside, Slenderman wrapped a tendril around his waist and pulled him away from the doorway. You watched as the pair engaged in a short but heated conversation, one that ended with Jeff handing Slender his butcher knife. Then Slenderman pushed Jeff into the closet and closed the door, saying “You’d better remember what I said!” before locking the two of you inside the cramped space. With that, your seven minutes alone with the crazed killer began. Since you didn’t really know what to do because these kind of games were new to you, you stood silently with your back against the wall and stared at Jeff. He did likewise, but since he didn’t have eyelids his gaze never left you for even a fraction of a second. Then, after a short but awkward period of silence, you heard the killer chuckle quietly.
“Whats so funny?” You asked calmly, watching as he shifted his weight onto his left leg- since the two of you were so close together, his knees actually brushed against your thighs when he moved. Hey, you were shorter than him- nothing you could do about that. He cocked his head to the side and laughed again.

“Just thinking… About how funny it is, that Slenderman thinks I gave him my only weapon…” Jeff chuckled, before reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a small carving knife. Your eyes widened a bit in surprise, but you weren’t afraid- you were nervous, but that wasn’t the same feeling. You stared at him calmly as he lifted the knife to your face and gently ran the tip of it across your cheek- he didn’t cut you, but the sensation kinda tickled though.
“Have you ever thought about getting a smile like mine?” He asked curiously, running the knife across your other cheek before moving it to press the tip against your lower lip- that time he cut you. It didn’t hurt, but you still clearly felt blood running down your chin- he must’ve cut you pretty deep.

“No.” You said calmly, thinking of a way to spite him.
“But I’ve thought about asking you why you did that to your face.” You said dryly, part of you hoping that the killer would take your words as a challenge so you could have an excuse to hit him. Despite you upbringing, and your complete disregard for human life, you made it a rule never to throw the first blow. You were someone who finished fights- not someone who started them. Instead, he laughed again and withdrew his knife- he put it in his pocket and took a step closer to you. Now you were so close together that your bodies touched.

“For beauty… I’m beautiful aren’t I?” He asked you while bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away the blood that dribbled down your chin, then he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the blood off. Well that didn’t seem creepy. You cocked you head to the side to ponder his question, then abruptly brought your hands up to touch his face. Jeff flinched at the sudden and unexpected contact, and he stared at you awkwardly.
“W-what are you doing?” He stuttered, obviously not used to having people touching his scarred face. You squinted and continued to touch him.

“Its to dark in here for me to get a good look at you, so I’m using my hands…” You say calmly, gently running your fingers all over his face. You touched the scars on his cheeks, and felt the skin of his face, noting that because he was a burn victim his face was just one huge scar. His skin was smoother than you’d expected, and had a different texture than you thought it might- but how it felt exactly was simply too difficult to explain. Then you moved your fingers to carefully feel the skin surrounding his eyes, and you found that he still had remnants of his eyelids. He couldn’t close his eyes, but he could squint- he actually squinted at you fearing that you might poke him in the eyes. From there, you trailed your fingers down over his nose, down to his lips. His lips were a little rough, but they weren’t chapped. Once you’d finished feeling his face you lowered your hands and clicked your tongue expectantly.
“Well, your not ugly… And I guess your, beautiful, in your own way…” You said calmly, being completely honest- you had no reason to lie to him. Sure, he didn’t look so swell in accordance to typical standards, but as far as things went, he wasn’t completely hideous. You watched intently as his unblinking eyes widened further, and before you had the chance to anticipate his reaction to your words, you found yourself pinned against the wall with his lips pressed firmly against yours. Now, you weren’t someone who startled easily- but what he did was enough to make you gasp. He took that as his opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, and he trailed his hands up to your head to grasp your hair. He used his hold on your hair to turn your head slightly so that he could have better access to your mouth, and he did everything in his power to coax you into kissing him back. Eventually, you just gave in and sloppily moved your lips against his. This was actually your first kiss, and Jeff was doing a pretty damn good job at making a lasting memory of it. He started sucking on your tongue to provoke a weak moan from you, then turned his attention to your lower lip. He sucked on it, drinking what little blood he could draw from the wound he’d inflicted on you earlier.
You felt him shift one of his legs to press his knee between your thighs, and you gasped into the kiss as you felt him apply pressure to your crotch. That was when fear crept into your mind for the first time in almost a year, the memories of your sexual harassment flashing behind your eyes like gunfire. The sudden instinct to attack him flooded your system, but before you’d been pushed far enough to make your move, the door flew open and a very angry looking Slenderman yanked Jeff away from you by his hoodie. You gasped loudly and slid down the wall, panting heavily in an attempt to regain your breath- for the first time in a long time, you were trembling.
“(Y/N), are you okay?!” Slenderman gasped as soon as he saw the state you’d fallen into, and he carelessly chucked Jeff across the room so that he could scoop you into his arms. Then he abruptly turned to face Splendorman.
“I told you this would happen!” He practically shouted, holding your trembling frame securely against his chest in a protective manner. Splendor offered a nervous, confused look then put his hands up defensively.

“I-I’m sorry Slendy! I… I didn’t know how serious her condition was!” Splendorman said hesitantly, his voice loud and apologetic. At the mention of the word “Condition”, a particular memory burst into your mind- one you hadn’t remembered since you’d arrive at the Slender Mansion. Tears began welling in the back of your eyes and you instinctively reached for Slenderman’s tie to get his attention- he snapped his head towards you and stiffened up as he spotted the tears welling in your eyes.

“T… Take me outside…” You panted, the hand you grasped his tie with trembling openly. You needed out. You needed to be away from everyone- to be out in the chilled night air where no one would see you cry. Slenderman didn’t say a word, he just made his way past everyone, flung the door open, and carried you outside so that you could have your mental breakdown in solitude. He took you out to a small lake, one you camped by frequently, and he laid you down on the pile of sleeping bags you’d kept there. Then he left, but not without squeezing your shoulder gently- he worried over you in ways you’d never understand. Once he was gone, you gave into your internal turmoil. Your rolled onto your stomach, buried your face in the sleeping bags underneath you, and cried your heart out. You cried so hard, that you eventually drifted off into a restless sleep- into a nightmare.
*Your dream*
You lied quietly in a large bed, tucked tightly under the heavy covers. You had a black eye and were covered in bruises, there were bandages around your arms and legs and a couple of band-aids on your face. An unbearable pain shot from between your legs, and you bit back the urge to cry as you remembered what had happened to you. Your step-dad had beaten you again- this time he’d used a metal meat hammer to see if he could get you to scream. But you didn’t make a sound- you never made a sound when he attacked you. You’d learned your lesson the first time. He’d hit you upside the head and landed a blow to your eye- you’d be lucky if you regained the sight in your eye once the wound healed. He’d smashed your right hand with the mallet and hit struck you repeatedly elsewhere. Your chest, stomach, legs- not one part of you body was free of his wrath. Then, after he’d beaten you until you couldn’t get back up to face him, he tried to rape you. You knew why he did it too- it was because your mother wasn’t home. Ever since your mother had married the perverted man, he’d snuck into your room and touched you, then he’d go and have sex with your mom. You were his Viagra- he molested you to get it up, then he slept with your mom to get it back down.
You remembered the disgusting look he had on his face when he yanked your pants off, and you remembered the way it felt when he ripped your underwear off- and the sound. You could still hear the sound of your underwear being torn- the noise would probably haunt you for the rest of your life. Then he’d loosened his pants to free his, piece, from its bindings- and he shoved some of his fingers mercilessly into your beaten body. Pain erupted from your body when he did that- you didn’t know why, but it just did. If felt like someone had stabbed you with a dull blade- the pain pulsed from between your legs, and in the lowest parts of your abdomen. Then, to your horror he removed his fingers and prepared to rob you of your virginity- one of the few things he hadn’t stolen from you during his time in your life. That’s when you heard your window shatter, and you saw a long, slender arm fly into your room and grasp your step-father by his head. In an instant he was pulled out the broken window, kicking and screaming as he went. His screams grew louder and louder, then you caught the sound of wood snapping, and suddenly everything went quiet.
With your attacker gone, you lied on your bedroom floor, half naked and beaten- bleeding and covered in bruises, for what felt like hours. You didn’t have the strength to move, you couldn’t even turn your head the pain was so bad. After a while you started to think that you might die there, and you let a single tear slide down the side of your face- the idea of dying in such a pathetic way made your stomach clench. That’s when you started to fight. You struggled desperately to get yourself to your feet. The broken glass scattered all over the floor cut your hands and knees, and you slipped constantly trying to push yourself off of the ground. By means of a miracle you stood up, and you forced yourself to take the few agonizing steps it took for you to reach your bed. Your jacket- you found it on your bed and did what you could to tie it around your waste to cover your private area. You simply didn’t have it in you to try and pull on a pair of pants, your feared that if you fell down you’d never be able to stand yourself back up again. Then, you forced yourself to make the grueling journey from your bedroom to your front door, and you thanked god that you lived in a single story house. You’d have killed yourself had you tried going down a flight of stairs. Somehow, you managed to stumble outside, and it didn’t take long for you to see what had happened to your step-dad.
He was dangling from the tree in your front yard, its branches had been run through him like needles through cloth. A quiet laugh managed to snake its way out of you at the sight of your tormentor hanging dead in such a way, and you sat down on your front porch to stare at him for a while longer. That’s when they showed up. Their were three of them- two boys with their faces covered by masks, and one, insanely tall, faceless creature. They emerged from behind the tree and slowly made their way over to you- a tentacle came out of the faceless creatures back and wrapped itself around your body to lift you off of your porch. How strange- the creature was being oddly gentle with you. Maybe it was a friend. The creature pulled you closer to him, raising you to “Eye” level- and then you passed out. The next thing you knew, you were lying in the room, tucked into bed with your injuries tended to. Whoever these people were, they’d taken care of you- and you could hear them talking about you outside the door. They kept muttering something about emotional trauma, and the phrase “PTSD” was uttered more than once. The urge to cry struck you, but you refused to let the tears fall- you didn’t want those people to walk in and catch you crying.
Then they walked into your room to greet you…
*Dream over*
You woke with a start, tears pouring down your face. Now you remembered what Splendorman had meant when he’d said you had a condition. You had post traumatic stress disorder- and being touched in a sexual way triggered severe panic attacks. You’d forgotten about that, because no one had tried to touch you in such a way since you’d moved in. That explained why Slenderman put so much effort into trying to convince everyone to play something other than seven minutes in heaven- you didn’t know that it was a sexual game when you’d held your tongue at the “Family meeting”. If you had known, you probably would’ve said something. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder and you jumped up in surprise. You spun around to face whoever had snuck up on you, and to your dismay, it was Jeff.
“W-what do you want?!” You snarled, abruptly turning back around to wipe your tears out of your eyes- but the killer would have none of it. As soon as you turned away from him, Jeff spun you back around and took hold of your wrists to keep you in place, and he stared at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Why were you crying?” Jeff asked calmly, a questioning look evident in his eyes. When you didn’t answer him right away, he tightened his hold on your wrists and roughly shook you. In the end, you lost your resolve and caved in.

“I’m c-crying, because of w-what you did to me i-in the closet…” You hiccuped, feeling the urge to cry creeping up on you again- but you weren’t going to give in. You wouldn’t let yourself cry in front of him. He cast you a suspicious look.

“What? You mean the kiss?… No, you wouldn’t cry over that… Then its because-” Jeff said calmly, pausing a moment to shove his knee between your legs so that he could tease your crotch with his leg. You gasped quietly, and tears began welling in your eyes. He cocked his head to the side and studied your reaction, then he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, wait, I forgot…. Slenderdick rescued you… You were being molested by some pig for what- a year?” He paused again to laugh coldly, taking some kind of sick pleasure in seeing you so upset.
“Yeah, I remember now- that pig tried to rape you. That’s when Slender decided to bring you here, make you one of us, all that shit… What did he say you had when he introduced you to everyone? Something about shock. No, wait, I remember. He said you had PTSD…” He said, sounding more like he was talking to himself than he was to you. By then, you’d seriously started to try and get away from him. But he was stronger than you, and you were tired from how much you’d been crying, so you had no chance of escaping him.
“So that means, that this-” He said whilst pressing his leg closer to your crotch, sending an unwanted jolt of pleasure rushing up your spine.
“Must be what triggers your attacks.” He laughed, watching with amusement as your expression contorted into one of fear. Well, you hoped he was proud of himself- he’d been the first person to wholeheartedly inflict fear upon you in nearly a year. No, it was more than fear- you were terrified.

“S-stop!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to get away from him and rush back to the mansion- back to Slenderman. You wished Slenderman were there with you, he’d put Jeff in his place and stay by your side until you were ready to go home.
“Please, stop!… W-why are you doing this?” You sobbed, tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you gave into the agony that the killer had awakened within you. Jeff’s smile widened as he studied your expression- you looked so pathetic! He just couldn’t help but want to take you. He wanted to bend you over and make you scream his name over and over again, until every memory of the pig that had touched you was eradicated from your mind. Releasing his hold on one of your wrists, he raised his hand to your face and put his hand under your chin, he forced you to face him and his smile widened further.

“I want you (Y/N)- body and soul… I want to make you mine- to see you trembling beneath me and moaning my name as I take you…” Jeff murmured, leaning his face closer to yours so that he could place a tender kiss upon your trembling lips, and he withdrew his leg from between yours before slowly pushing you to the ground. He climbed on top of you and started peppering your neck with kisses- you trembled helplessly, and lifted your arms to try and push him off of you. But he didn’t budge.

“Please…” You whimpered, praying that he’d either get off of you, or that someone would come to stop him before he could go any further.- but neither of those things were about to happen. Instead, he moved his face to your ear so that he could shush you.

“Shhh… Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll be gentle… I’ll drive every memory of that pig out of you and etch the image my body into your mind for all eternity…” Jeff cooed, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head as he slowly worked your shirt open. You were wearing a (F/C), button up, long sleeve dress shirt- and the only thing you had on underneath it was a bra. You continued to whimper as he trailed his hand across your bare stomach, his rough fingers caressing your soft skin in a way completely foreign to you. When your step-dad had touched you, it felt awful- you wanted to puke you hated it so much. But with Jeff, something was different. His hands, he was being so gentle, so affectionate. His fingers brushed a scar on your abdomen and you shuddered- he noticed the odd change in texture on your skin, and moved to examine your stomach expectantly. He immediately spotted a two inch scar, it was a few inches above your bellybutton. He trailed his fingers over it curiously, enjoying the way that you trembled beneath his touch. You were glad he didn’t say anything about the mark- it wasn’t a pleasant memory. But you tried to move away on impulse when he trailed his hand up to your chest to grasp one of your breasts through your bra.
*THIS PART OF THE LEMON WAS REMOVED SO PEOPLE WOULDN'T HAVE REASON TO REPORT IT OVER BEING BUTTHURT.FULL VERSIONS OF THIS LEMON ARE ON MY TUMBLR, AND ON MY FANFICTION. IF ANYONE HAS FORGOTTEN, MY TUMBLR USERNAME IS springfallendeer, AND MY FANFICION USERNAME IS Ookaminii. THANK YOU, AND SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO POST FULL ON DA.*

He stared down at you for a long time before he stood and went about the task of collecting his clothing. He slipped his black tee shirt and his boxers back on, and he tied his hoodie around his waist. He grabbed his pants and knelt down next to you. He pried your torn pants and underwear off of your body, then slipped his pants on to you and tried to find your shirt- and your bra. He found them eventually and helped you put your shirt back on, but instead of giving you back your bra he slipped it into the pocket of his hoodie.
Normally you would’ve punched the lights out of anyone who did so much as look at your undergarments, but you were simply to tired to do so much as lift your head- so lecturing him wasn’t even a possibility. Once you were fully clothed, he picked you up bridal style and turned to walk back into the forest- or so you’d thought.
“You can come out now!” Jeff said in an irritated tone, his grip on you tightening as two familiar figures emerged from behind the trees. To your horror, Slenderman and Splendorman stepped out into the open- both of them sported heavy blushes, and Slender looked pretty pissed off.

“So you knew we were here?” Slenderman spat, his voice laced with venom. A nervous look crept its way onto your face as you began to think that maybe the Slender-brothers had been watching you two while, you know. Oh god, if ever there was a moment when you’d of accepted deaths embrace, you’d have done it right then and there- you were so embarrassed. You heard Jeff chuckle mockingly at Slenderman.

“Yeah, and just so we’re clear, nothing you can say or do is going to make me leave (Y/N). She’s mine now!” Jeff said loudly as he moved a hand up to the back of your head to hold you closer to his chest possessively. Slenderman immediately made a move to lunge and the killer, but Splendorman held him back and attempted to calm him down.

“Slendy! H-hold up now! Lets give him a chance! He did sleep with her after all- I-I mean! (Y/N) actually let him have se- erm… She let him bed her!” Splendorman rambled, trying to convince his younger brother not to grab Jeff and rip him apart. However, his words only seemed to make Slenderman more angry, as he began to struggle harder in his older brothers grasp. Despite the obvious threat to his life, Jeff started to straight out laugh at the pissed off Slender.

“Yeah Sledny, she let me bed her~ But if that’s not a good enough reason for you, we can always let (Y/N) decide for herself~” Jeff laughed, shifting his weight slightly so that he could hold you a little better. Then, all eyes fell to you as if you were expected to make the decision right then and there, but you were so tired that you couldn’t even open your eyes all the way anymore. You stared up at Slenderman through half lidded, sleepy eyes. Everyone noticed your inability to speak- which gave the killer the perfect opportunity to mess with Slender even more.
“Well~ Seeing as (Y/N) is a tad to tired to give us an answer right now, I think I’ll be taking her home to get some rest…” He said smugly, before starting towards the mansion- he didn’t make it two steps past Slenderman before a tendril wrapped around his neck. The killer stopped dead in his tracks, but said nothing.

“Jeff- I’m giving you one warning and one warning only. If you hurt (Y/N)- I don’t care if its emotionally or physically- I’ll make sure you regret it…” Slenderman hissed, before letting Jeff go and allowing him to take you home. The trip was silent, save for the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under Jeff’s feet as he walked. When you two finally made it home, he brought you straight to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and pulled your pants down enough to show your bloody thighs, then he retrieved a washcloth and wiped the blood away. Once you were cleaned up, he put your pants back on and pulled you back into his arms, then he carried you to his room and laid you down on the bed. He pulled his hoodie off of his waist and dropped in on the ground, then climbed into bed next to you. He pulled you close to him so that your back was flat against his chest, and he pulled the blankets over both of you before resting his head in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. For hours, the room fell silent save for the sound of breathing. Jeff’s breaths had grown so even that you assumed he had fallen asleep. In the hours that you’d simply lied their, you’d regained enough energy to speak, so you called out to Jeff.

“Jeff…?” You asked tiredly, hesitantly moving one of your legs out from under your side so that you could lie more comfortably. When you didn’t hear an immediate response you sighed, assuming that the killer hadn't heard you. Then his arms suddenly tightened around your waist and his head moved a bit.

“What is it (Y/N)?” Jeff said quietly, sounding as if he were on the verge of falling asleep. You felt a little bad for disturbing him.

“Did you mean it?” You asked hesitantly. The killer took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh.

“Did I mean what?” Jeff asked slowly. He really did sound like he was ready to crash. You hoped he wouldn't fall asleep on you.

“You said you’d never leave me… Did you mean it?” You asked shyly, a small blush climbing up your cheeks. Then, you felt the killer chuckle and he turned his head so that he could kiss your cheek.

“Yeah, I meant it babe- and if you don’t believe me-” Jeff said playfully as he trailed a hand down your stomach to rub your crotch through your pants- you moaned quietly. You no longer felt fear of intimate contact.
“Then I could always show you how serious I am~” He whispered seductively into your ear. You reached for his hand weakly and attempted to pull it away from your private, and to your surprise, he obliged and stopped groping you.

“Not now…” You said quietly, as you felt him settle down against you as he prepared to go to sleep. Then, to your surprise, he slipped something over your eyes- it was the eye mask you’d picked out of the hat earlier. A blush crept up your cheeks, and without thinking you uttered a few more words before falling asleep.
“Maybe later…”

-In the end, you made it very clear to everyone that you’d chosen Jeff…-