Roses and Power Drills
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Thread Topic: Roses and Power Drills
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'Oh, Fraaaaaaance!' Jeffrey called out in a sweet, sing-song voice. 'I have a surprise for yoooou!'
My eyes lit up. I was a sucker for surprises. I frolicked into the room my dearest Jeff had vanished into. -
I was surrounded by pitchblack darkness. 'Monsieur Jeffrey?' I called out. 'Where are you? I cannot see you!'
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'I'm in here, Francis!' Jeffrey called. 'Follow my voice!'
Little did I know what I was in for. I should've turned back. -
Suddenly, I heard a loud SMASH! A sharp pain invaded my head. And I collapsed, cold on the ground. The last thing I saw was Jeffrey, standing over me.
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My eyelids fluttered open. I groaned in agony and nausea. I had no clue how long I'd been unconcious.
'I see your awake, darling.' Jeffrey chuckled, with a malicious, toothy grin on his face. -
'Bon Dieu!' I exclaimed, spotting the power drill. That phantom tool that constantly appeared, winking me in the face. 'Monsieur Jeffrey! What are you doing with that drill?!'
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Dahmer giggled insanely as he pressed it right against my forehead.
'Hee hee hee hee!! Y'know, Francis, I've never TASTED a Frenchman, before!' he cackled. -
I tried to scream, but it was impossible. I felt weak. Like I had been...drugged! 'Why, Jeffrey?!' I squeaked. 'Y-you seemed like such a nice guy!' Jeffrey continued to cackle, that hungry look in his eyes growing wilder. He lunged at me, and switched the power drill on.
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YEAH!
FRANCE SO DESERVED THIS! -
I feel sorry for Francis..
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I find this whole concept quite interesting :D
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Just in time, with the little strength I possessed, I managed to roll out of the way. Jeffrey Dahmer fell to his knees, clutching his murder weapon. I scrambled to my feet and ran. I could hear him, screaming after me.
[i]'FRANCIS!!!' he yelled. 'GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!' -
I was running for my life. Running from the sexiest man I'd ever met, who'd turned out to be a cannibalistic psychopath!
'Sachrebleu!' I panted to myself. 'What did I do to deserve THIS?!' -
I ran into a closet, slamming the door behind me. I gasped for air, immobilized by shear terror. Tears of sorrow and horror rolled down my cheeks like raindrops on a glass window.
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Suddenly, Jeffrey's footsteps grew steadier. Softer. His maniacal chuckle chilled me to the bone.
'Fraaance...' he sang.'Where are yoooou? You can't hide from me...'
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