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Character is no longer to be put in association with
The stories and character present (Jeff aside) are mine. Albeit, this take on the story will no longer be considered a canon since I've abandoned all affection for Jeff.
The new story revolving around Rachelle being paired with a "New Age Pishacha" of my creation, named Ezekiel (whom the mentioned deviant my try to claim, but technically does not have rights to).

AE
Rachelle Orthop (Formerly Rachelle Williams) is my character, and this is to be considered her 'abandoned' origin story.
If the above mentioned deviant portrays a story of this fashion and passes off the character as her own, it is not of her own creation. It is theft.
Thank you.
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All matters aside, Rachelle was a fairly normal girl. She was laid back and somewhat passive. Did good in school but had subjects she struggled with. She wasn't bullied, aside from the occasional scuffle with people who simply liked to start drama. She had a number of people she liked to call friends, and she was very sociable. Life at home was pleasant. Her parents treated her fairly. She was given a weekly allowance of twenty-five dollars, and was able to make extra money for getting good grades and doing extra chores around the house. She was scolded, and rarely hit. Even then, the blow was little more than a soft slap on her hand for misbehaving.

All in all, she had a simple, and content upbringing. That may have been why she found herself in such a terrible dilemma come the start of high school. About three months into her Freshman year, Rachelle was targeted by a small group of female students who wanted her to do their class work for them. Specifically, they wanted her to do all of their science work. The group struggled in the subject, while Rachelle had a high B. Naturally, the girl refused to do as the group demanded. They'd assumed she'd be a pushover thanks to her laid back personality, and lack of experience with dealing with bullies. When she didn't cave in and do as they commanded, they became angry.

For weeks after that, she was harassed by the group of girls. They left threatening letters in her locker. Threw things at her in class when the teacher wasn't looking. Against better judgement, she didn't go out of her way to tell anyone about what was happening to her. As far as she was concerned, they'd get it all out of their system and realize she wouldn't give in to their demands. She had no idea, how far from the truth that was. There came a day she had to stay after school to make up a test she had missed in one of her classes. This was about halfway through the first semester of school. When she'd finished her test, and was released to go to the after school bus, she made a stop at one of the bathrooms.

At first, all seemed fine. She relieved herself and left the stall to wash her hands. However, when she made a move to leave the bathroom, she was met with an unpleasant surprise. The group of girls who had been harassing her stood outside the door. Before she had the chance to make a sound, they shoved her back into the bathroom and crowded in around her. She began to argue and fight with them at that point. They continued to demand that she do their work, and she continued to deny. From there, things took an unfortunate turn for her. Fed up with her constant refusals, the group decided to make it so she had to obey them.

She was outnumbered, and unable to escape. The group of girls proceeded to force Rachelle out of her clothing. This resulted in her bra and underwear being torn, as well as getting a few bruises on her thighs and abdomen. By the time she was bare, Rachelle was on her knees, crying and begging for her clothes back. The bullies complied, but, not before one of them took a picture of her bare frame with their cell phone. Afterwards, they dropped her clothes and left. Shaken, she hastily dressed herself and fled the scene in fear of them returning. She made it to the bus and sat as far back as she could go, before curling into a ball on her seat and sobbing into her knees.

There weren't many other students on the bus with her. The driver was unaware that she was crying. No one bothered her. When she made it home, she ran to her room to crawl into bed. The shock of what had happened had rendered her an emotional wreck, and truth be told she feared going back to school. She did not tell anyone what had happened to her, and the stress of what she had been through caused her to fall ill. For the remainder of the week, Rachelle remained home to rest and recover from her illness. All of that time was spent in her room, where she lied in bed dreading the Monday when she would return to school.

She was right to be so afraid. As soon as she was back in school, the group of bullies went after her once more. They used the picture they had taken of her as means of blackmailing her into doing their school work. At that point, she was more afraid of what would happen if she didn't listen than of what would happen if she did. She complied, and from there she was forced to help the group of bullies pass their science class, and then some. They cheated from her homework, and copied all of her test answers. Given that they were all in different classes at different times, she had to sneak them the information they needed to pass certain exams.

The teachers never seemed to realize what was going on, because it was difficult to claim students from different class periods were cheating off of each other. That, became the way Rachelle spent the following year. During that year, she was forced to deal with series of emotions she'd never felt before, and all on her own to make things worse. While her basic personality was not changed by it, she did take on some new traits. Eventually, her passive side weakened and a vengeful side took root in its place. Her fear of her bullies eventually darkened, and became anger. Mix these factors together, and anyone would know that she'd take matters into her own hands.

There was no going for help at that point. If she tried, the picture of her would be discovered, and she didn't need or want that kind of thing being used as evidence in a court room. So, she decided to fight fire with fire. Thanks to her science skills, she was able to frame every one of her bullies for a variety of crimes. She stole important papers from one of the teachers, and planted it in the locker of the student who had taken the picture of her. Said student, was inevitably expelled for being caught with such important documents. The others of the group were framed for other crimes. One of them was charged for possession of drugs, another for having a weapon on campus.

Every one of her bullies were dealt with, and because no one was aware of what they'd been up to, no one had a means of drawing everything back to her. Even if they could, she'd done well to make sure nothing could be traced back to her. She'd made sure nothing she'd planted had come from her home, and she left no DNA evidence that could lead to her. As it was, she was in the clear. No one ever suspected her of framing the group of girls, and in the end every one of them was expelled from school. Since the bullies had no reason to continue trying to blackmail her, the photograph was eventually deleted. The girls had to move in order to return to high school, and Rachelle never had to deal with them again.

From that point on, anyone who intentionally wronged the girl, was dealt with. How badly she framed them depended on how badly they'd angered her. Throughout the rest of her time in high school, she'd framed around twenty or so people. Some of them students, one of them a teacher, and others people who'd done her wrong elsewhere. As far as she was concerned, her life was fine. All of that took change, a week before she would have graduated from high school. Late in the night while she and her parents were sleeping, an unknown figure broke into their home. Said figure then proceeded to sneak into her parents bedroom, before brutally murdering them.

Granted, the situation wasn't that simple. The figure was able to do away with Rachelle's mother, Jasmine Orthop, without any issue. Her father, Michelle Orthop, was another story. Her father woke due to his wife thrashing about beside him. By the time he was aware of the situation, Jasmine was dead and her murderer had their unblinking eyes set on him. Anyone in his position would have fought back, and so it comes as no surprise that the racket coming from her parents bedroom woke Rachelle from her slumber. Confused, she'd pulled herself from bed and stumbled to her parents room to see why they were making so much noise.

What she saw, brought a silent scream to her lips. Her mother was dead in bed, blood pooling on her chest and abdomen from the many stab wounds she'd been dealt. A smile was carved into her face, and her eyes had been gouged out. Her father was lying on the floor in a similar state, only his hands were badly cut and it was obvious that a blow to the throat had killed him. If the state of her parents wasn't enough, the sight of the man standing beside her father definitely pulled the scene together. He wore a white, hooded sweatshirt. There was blood all over its sleeves, and spatters of it elsewhere on the fabric. What skin she could see, was ghost white aside from the blood on his hands.

In his hands, he clutched a bloodied knife. She didn't need to put two and two together to know that the strange man had killed her parents. However, she was to scared to move. If the incident at school had been traumatic, then this would put her in a mental asylum. For what felt like hours, he just stood silently and stared at her. He never blinked. In fact he couldn't. His eyelids were gone, and his eyes bloodshot and wide with silent insanity. The Glasgow smile carved into his face, paired with everything else about him, made him terrifying. The fear kept her mute even as he approached her. He yanked yer towards him by her arm, then proceeded to hold the knife against her cheek.

Rather than kill her straight away, he scanned the room. He'd made a mess of the room during the struggle with her father. His bloody hand prints were on the wall, floor, and on the bed sheets. He stood still and held her as he looked around, before he sneered in her face. He uttered the command for her to clean the room, before pushing her away and glaring at her. At that point, instinct to stay alive kicked in and she set out to do exactly as the killer had commanded. Under his supervision, she collected a variety of cleaning tools and set out to clean everything she could. All blood was washed from any surface it was on, she was forced to clean her parents bodies of it.

While cleaning, she sobbed quietly and trembled. Instinct had her doing terrible things for the sake of staying alive a while longer, but she was sure he'd just kill her once she was done. All through the night, she worked to remove as much evidence as she could. By the end of it, what she could clean had been cleaned. Stains on the sheets remained, but all hand prints had been scrubbed and smeared to make it impossible to identify them as what they were. The room was still visible as a murder scene, but it was painfully obvious that someone had cleaned up a majority of the mess. All that remained were the blood stains on the bed, clothing, and her parents mutilated forms.

When she was done, she was sure he was going to kill her. Every movement was stiff has she followed every command he gave her. As it was, he was in no rush to leave. She wasn't expected anywhere because it was the weekend, and because both her parents cars were in the garage no one would really be aware that Michelle and Jasmine hadn't left for work. He took a shower, and she cleaned his clothes. The idea to escape never even entered her mind, she was so clouded by fear. He took to wearing some of her fathers clothing while he waited for his to dry, and while that happened he didn't hesitate to go through the house to take anything he wanted.

He took her school backpack and packed it with various items. Money, jewelry, a few pairs of socks. Anything he decided he could make use of. He even packed the clothing he'd worn while waiting for his to be cleaned. Once all that was taken care of, he stuck around and continued to have her tend to his desires. In the end, he remained there all day. She cooked for him when he demanded, answered whatever questions he asked. The sky had just gone dark when he gave her the command to lie on the couch. She obeyed, and before she could think to question why he'd instructed her to do so, his hands wrapped around her throat. She struggled to breath, and thrashed in his hold but he never faltered.

In the end, she was left staring into his unblinkable eyes as he choked her into unconsciousness. When she woke, it was still night out. However, she was not at home. She was in a run down, old looking building that she could only assume was in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't surprised to find her captor sitting against a wall, staring at her. Though, truth be told seeing him bothered her. She'd expected him to kill her, but it seemed he'd taken her captive on top of all else he'd done. As things turned out, he'd been impressed by how well she'd cleaned up the crime scene. Given that she did such an impressive job while suffering from such emotional stress, he'd decided she was worth keeping around.

With that, he more or less gave her a deal she was in no place to try and refuse. Stay with him and do as he said, or die the same way her parents had. Unable to deny him, she complied. For the following months, she lived as his prisoner and servant. She went with him whenever he ventured out to kill, and her task was to clean up his mess and make sure nothing could be used to track things back to him. Given that there were a number of copycat killers who went around cutting people's faces to mimic what he did, he didn't need to worry about changing his killing method. Her duty was to remove all DNA evidence that could possibly be linked back to him.

So long as that couldn't be found, he was in the clear. At first, she absolutely hated what her life had become. She was a prisoner and a slave, and she couldn't fight back for fear of being killed. However, as time went on she gradually became used to her situation. Not only that, she slowly began to enjoy the job he'd given her. The constant cleaning kept her in shape, but as time went on she began to plant false evidence to further throw any investigators off. The task went from emotionally draining, to physically and mentally stimulating and enjoyable. She even came to develop a trust and admiration for the very man who held her captive and forced her to do such things.

Stockholm syndrome was a strange thing, but that was undoubtedly what she developed. She came to enjoy his company, and as she grew emotionally attached to him he began to grant her more freedom. Six months after being taken captive, she was no longer bothered by the sights or smell of death and blood. She looked forward to her time to clean things up, and even made a game of it. The goal of her little game was to see how far off track she could send the police. Who she could think to frame for the brutal murders. She took to making it so all evidence led back to a house picked at random, which led to innocent people being locked away in place of the real killer.

Nine months after being taken prisoner, the idea of escaping her captor no longer crossed her mind. In fact, if it was ever casually mentioned by him that he'd purposely given her the chance to run away, she became confused. That was when it became apparent that she'd become content with her new life. That was also when her captor, Jeff, began to allow her to leave their hide outs unattended. She was free to go wherever she wanted, and so long as she told him if she'd be gone more than a day she suffered no consequences of being gone for long periods of time. All of this gave her the opportunity to collect things needed for her duties, which only made it more obvious that she enjoyed her life alongside the killer.

She purchased medical masks, protective goggles, and leather attire. All for the sake of making it safer and easier for her to clean up the crime scenes. The chemicals she worked with could easily make someone sick if exposed to them for a long period of time, so it was natural for her to want to lessen the effects as much as possible. Jeff was pleased to find that she was getting herself so well prepared for helping him, and since then had made sure to give Rachelle her means of having fun. He makes quite the mess whenever he kills, and goes about his business while she cleans up after him. Two halves of one whole, and both enjoy it.

So, my suggestion to you is to make sure your homes are as protected as they can possibly be. If Jeff the killer manages to get to you, death will not be quick. Nor will it be clean. If he comes for you, my suggestion is to save face and accept your fate with some dignity. Begging wont save you. Rachelle, or the Purifier as she calls herself, wont take pity on you. Letting you go means not having her fun. As far as she's concerned, you're an unopened game- and Jeff has to use his knife to open you up so she can start to play...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Character is no longer to be put in association with
The stories and character present (Jeff aside) are mine. Albeit, this take on the story will no longer be considered a canon since I've abandoned all affection for Jeff.
The new story revolving around Rachelle being paired with a "New Age Pishacha" of my creation, named Ezekiel (whom the mentioned deviant my try to claim, but technically does not have rights to).

AE
Rachelle Orthop (Formerly Rachelle Williams) is my character, and this is to be considered her 'abandoned' origin story.
If the above mentioned deviant portrays a story of this fashion and passes off the character as her own, it is not of her own creation. It is theft.
Thank you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All matters aside, Rachelle was a fairly normal girl. She was laid back and somewhat passive. Did good in school but had subjects she struggled with. She wasn't bullied, aside from the occasional scuffle with people who simply liked to start drama. She had a number of people she liked to call friends, and she was very sociable. Life at home was pleasant. Her parents treated her fairly. She was given a weekly allowance of twenty-five dollars, and was able to make extra money for getting good grades and doing extra chores around the house. She was scolded, and rarely hit. Even then, the blow was little more than a soft slap on her hand for misbehaving.

All in all, she had a simple, and content upbringing. That may have been why she found herself in such a terrible dilemma come the start of high school. About three months into her Freshman year, Rachelle was targeted by a small group of female students who wanted her to do their class work for them. Specifically, they wanted her to do all of their science work. The group struggled in the subject, while Rachelle had a high B. Naturally, the girl refused to do as the group demanded. They'd assumed she'd be a pushover thanks to her laid back personality, and lack of experience with dealing with bullies. When she didn't cave in and do as they commanded, they became angry.

For weeks after that, she was harassed by the group of girls. They left threatening letters in her locker. Threw things at her in class when the teacher wasn't looking. Against better judgement, she didn't go out of her way to tell anyone about what was happening to her. As far as she was concerned, they'd get it all out of their system and realize she wouldn't give in to their demands. She had no idea, how far from the truth that was. There came a day she had to stay after school to make up a test she had missed in one of her classes. This was about halfway through the first semester of school. When she'd finished her test, and was released to go to the after school bus, she made a stop at one of the bathrooms.

At first, all seemed fine. She relieved herself and left the stall to wash her hands. However, when she made a move to leave the bathroom, she was met with an unpleasant surprise. The group of girls who had been harassing her stood outside the door. Before she had the chance to make a sound, they shoved her back into the bathroom and crowded in around her. She began to argue and fight with them at that point. They continued to demand that she do their work, and she continued to deny. From there, things took an unfortunate turn for her. Fed up with her constant refusals, the group decided to make it so she had to obey them.

She was outnumbered, and unable to escape. The group of girls proceeded to force Rachelle out of her clothing. This resulted in her bra and underwear being torn, as well as getting a few bruises on her thighs and abdomen. By the time she was bare, Rachelle was on her knees, crying and begging for her clothes back. The bullies complied, but, not before one of them took a picture of her bare frame with their cell phone. Afterwards, they dropped her clothes and left. Shaken, she hastily dressed herself and fled the scene in fear of them returning. She made it to the bus and sat as far back as she could go, before curling into a ball on her seat and sobbing into her knees.

There weren't many other students on the bus with her. The driver was unaware that she was crying. No one bothered her. When she made it home, she ran to her room to crawl into bed. The shock of what had happened had rendered her an emotional wreck, and truth be told she feared going back to school. She did not tell anyone what had happened to her, and the stress of what she had been through caused her to fall ill. For the remainder of the week, Rachelle remained home to rest and recover from her illness. All of that time was spent in her room, where she lied in bed dreading the Monday when she would return to school.

She was right to be so afraid. As soon as she was back in school, the group of bullies went after her once more. They used the picture they had taken of her as means of blackmailing her into doing their school work. At that point, she was more afraid of what would happen if she didn't listen than of what would happen if she did. She complied, and from there she was forced to help the group of bullies pass their science class, and then some. They cheated from her homework, and copied all of her test answers. Given that they were all in different classes at different times, she had to sneak them the information they needed to pass certain exams.

The teachers never seemed to realize what was going on, because it was difficult to claim students from different class periods were cheating off of each other. That, became the way Rachelle spent the following year. During that year, she was forced to deal with series of emotions she'd never felt before, and all on her own to make things worse. While her basic personality was not changed by it, she did take on some new traits. Eventually, her passive side weakened and a vengeful side took root in its place. Her fear of her bullies eventually darkened, and became anger. Mix these factors together, and anyone would know that she'd take matters into her own hands.

There was no going for help at that point. If she tried, the picture of her would be discovered, and she didn't need or want that kind of thing being used as evidence in a court room. So, she decided to fight fire with fire. Thanks to her science skills, she was able to frame every one of her bullies for a variety of crimes. She stole important papers from one of the teachers, and planted it in the locker of the student who had taken the picture of her. Said student, was inevitably expelled for being caught with such important documents. The others of the group were framed for other crimes. One of them was charged for possession of drugs, another for having a weapon on campus.

Every one of her bullies were dealt with, and because no one was aware of what they'd been up to, no one had a means of drawing everything back to her. Even if they could, she'd done well to make sure nothing could be traced back to her. She'd made sure nothing she'd planted had come from her home, and she left no DNA evidence that could lead to her. As it was, she was in the clear. No one ever suspected her of framing the group of girls, and in the end every one of them was expelled from school. Since the bullies had no reason to continue trying to blackmail her, the photograph was eventually deleted. The girls had to move in order to return to high school, and Rachelle never had to deal with them again.

From that point on, anyone who intentionally wronged the girl, was dealt with. How badly she framed them depended on how badly they'd angered her. Throughout the rest of her time in high school, she'd framed around twenty or so people. Some of them students, one of them a teacher, and others people who'd done her wrong elsewhere. As far as she was concerned, her life was fine. All of that took change, a week before she would have graduated from high school. Late in the night while she and her parents were sleeping, an unknown figure broke into their home. Said figure then proceeded to sneak into her parents bedroom, before brutally murdering them.

Granted, the situation wasn't that simple. The figure was able to do away with Rachelle's mother, Jasmine Orthop, without any issue. Her father, Michelle Orthop, was another story. Her father woke due to his wife thrashing about beside him. By the time he was aware of the situation, Jasmine was dead and her murderer had their unblinking eyes set on him. Anyone in his position would have fought back, and so it comes as no surprise that the racket coming from her parents bedroom woke Rachelle from her slumber. Confused, she'd pulled herself from bed and stumbled to her parents room to see why they were making so much noise.

What she saw, brought a silent scream to her lips. Her mother was dead in bed, blood pooling on her chest and abdomen from the many stab wounds she'd been dealt. A smile was carved into her face, and her eyes had been gouged out. Her father was lying on the floor in a similar state, only his hands were badly cut and it was obvious that a blow to the throat had killed him. If the state of her parents wasn't enough, the sight of the man standing beside her father definitely pulled the scene together. He wore a white, hooded sweatshirt. There was blood all over its sleeves, and spatters of it elsewhere on the fabric. What skin she could see, was ghost white aside from the blood on his hands.

In his hands, he clutched a bloodied knife. She didn't need to put two and two together to know that the strange man had killed her parents. However, she was to scared to move. If the incident at school had been traumatic, then this would put her in a mental asylum. For what felt like hours, he just stood silently and stared at her. He never blinked. In fact he couldn't. His eyelids were gone, and his eyes bloodshot and wide with silent insanity. The Glasgow smile carved into his face, paired with everything else about him, made him terrifying. The fear kept her mute even as he approached her. He yanked yer towards him by her arm, then proceeded to hold the knife against her cheek.

Rather than kill her straight away, he scanned the room. He'd made a mess of the room during the struggle with her father. His bloody hand prints were on the wall, floor, and on the bed sheets. He stood still and held her as he looked around, before he sneered in her face. He uttered the command for her to clean the room, before pushing her away and glaring at her. At that point, instinct to stay alive kicked in and she set out to do exactly as the killer had commanded. Under his supervision, she collected a variety of cleaning tools and set out to clean everything she could. All blood was washed from any surface it was on, she was forced to clean her parents bodies of it.

While cleaning, she sobbed quietly and trembled. Instinct had her doing terrible things for the sake of staying alive a while longer, but she was sure he'd just kill her once she was done. All through the night, she worked to remove as much evidence as she could. By the end of it, what she could clean had been cleaned. Stains on the sheets remained, but all hand prints had been scrubbed and smeared to make it impossible to identify them as what they were. The room was still visible as a murder scene, but it was painfully obvious that someone had cleaned up a majority of the mess. All that remained were the blood stains on the bed, clothing, and her parents mutilated forms.

When she was done, she was sure he was going to kill her. Every movement was stiff has she followed every command he gave her. As it was, he was in no rush to leave. She wasn't expected anywhere because it was the weekend, and because both her parents cars were in the garage no one would really be aware that Michelle and Jasmine hadn't left for work. He took a shower, and she cleaned his clothes. The idea to escape never even entered her mind, she was so clouded by fear. He took to wearing some of her fathers clothing while he waited for his to dry, and while that happened he didn't hesitate to go through the house to take anything he wanted.

He took her school backpack and packed it with various items. Money, jewelry, a few pairs of socks. Anything he decided he could make use of. He even packed the clothing he'd worn while waiting for his to be cleaned. Once all that was taken care of, he stuck around and continued to have her tend to his desires. In the end, he remained there all day. She cooked for him when he demanded, answered whatever questions he asked. The sky had just gone dark when he gave her the command to lie on the couch. She obeyed, and before she could think to question why he'd instructed her to do so, his hands wrapped around her throat. She struggled to breath, and thrashed in his hold but he never faltered.

In the end, she was left staring into his unblinkable eyes as he choked her into unconsciousness. When she woke, it was still night out. However, she was not at home. She was in a run down, old looking building that she could only assume was in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't surprised to find her captor sitting against a wall, staring at her. Though, truth be told seeing him bothered her. She'd expected him to kill her, but it seemed he'd taken her captive on top of all else he'd done. As things turned out, he'd been impressed by how well she'd cleaned up the crime scene. Given that she did such an impressive job while suffering from such emotional stress, he'd decided she was worth keeping around.

With that, he more or less gave her a deal she was in no place to try and refuse. Stay with him and do as he said, or die the same way her parents had. Unable to deny him, she complied. For the following months, she lived as his prisoner and servant. She went with him whenever he ventured out to kill, and her task was to clean up his mess and make sure nothing could be used to track things back to him. Given that there were a number of copycat killers who went around cutting people's faces to mimic what he did, he didn't need to worry about changing his killing method. Her duty was to remove all DNA evidence that could possibly be linked back to him.

So long as that couldn't be found, he was in the clear. At first, she absolutely hated what her life had become. She was a prisoner and a slave, and she couldn't fight back for fear of being killed. However, as time went on she gradually became used to her situation. Not only that, she slowly began to enjoy the job he'd given her. The constant cleaning kept her in shape, but as time went on she began to plant false evidence to further throw any investigators off. The task went from emotionally draining, to physically and mentally stimulating and enjoyable. She even came to develop a trust and admiration for the very man who held her captive and forced her to do such things.

Stockholm syndrome was a strange thing, but that was undoubtedly what she developed. She came to enjoy his company, and as she grew emotionally attached to him he began to grant her more freedom. Six months after being taken captive, she was no longer bothered by the sights or smell of death and blood. She looked forward to her time to clean things up, and even made a game of it. The goal of her little game was to see how far off track she could send the police. Who she could think to frame for the brutal murders. She took to making it so all evidence led back to a house picked at random, which led to innocent people being locked away in place of the real killer.

Nine months after being taken prisoner, the idea of escaping her captor no longer crossed her mind. In fact, if it was ever casually mentioned by him that he'd purposely given her the chance to run away, she became confused. That was when it became apparent that she'd become content with her new life. That was also when her captor, Jeff, began to allow her to leave their hide outs unattended. She was free to go wherever she wanted, and so long as she told him if she'd be gone more than a day she suffered no consequences of being gone for long periods of time. All of this gave her the opportunity to collect things needed for her duties, which only made it more obvious that she enjoyed her life alongside the killer.

She purchased medical masks, protective goggles, and leather attire. All for the sake of making it safer and easier for her to clean up the crime scenes. The chemicals she worked with could easily make someone sick if exposed to them for a long period of time, so it was natural for her to want to lessen the effects as much as possible. Jeff was pleased to find that she was getting herself so well prepared for helping him, and since then had made sure to give Rachelle her means of having fun. He makes quite the mess whenever he kills, and goes about his business while she cleans up after him. Two halves of one whole, and both enjoy it.

So, my suggestion to you is to make sure your homes are as protected as they can possibly be. If Jeff the killer manages to get to you, death will not be quick. Nor will it be clean. If he comes for you, my suggestion is to save face and accept your fate with some dignity. Begging wont save you. Rachelle, or the Purifier as she calls herself, wont take pity on you. Letting you go means not having her fun. As far as she's concerned, you're an unopened game- and Jeff has to use his knife to open you up so she can start to play...