Chapter 8: Be my butterfly

There was a kiss to the top of her head, she smiled and slipped back into sleep. She could barely hear him saying he would be back, he had to run out to check on something. She moaned rolling over. The bed was too comfortable, pulling the pillows up and close to her she took a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of Adrian. She had a smile crossing her lips. She fell into a darker, deeper sleep then she ever had before.

"This is her? Shit…I don't see what Jeff see's in you." The voice was drifting off into the distance. The moment Roslind tried opening her eyes something covered them. She let out a soft cry of surprise. Hands wrapped around her ankles and gave a solid pull, she grasped the sheets around her trying to hold on for dear life; someone had other plans. Another good yank and she was forced off the bed, her body hitting the floor with a dull thump. She tried kicking at whoever had her, it didn't work. She screamed to the point her voice cracked. Her new long nails dug into the wood of the floor cracking and breaking them. She slapped at the well-oiled wood and still to no avail. The person that was dragging her was strong, had to be to pull her two-hundred-and-eighty-pound frame from the bedroom, to the living room and outside. She kept pawing trying to get a good grip on something, anything to stop this person from dragging her.

Her senses were running high as the scent of fresh rain assaulted her nose and ears. She turned from her stomach to her back, lifting her foot she gave a solid kick to whoever, whatever was dragging her. They let out a soft gasp. It sounded female.

"Let me go!" She screamed, her leg was dropped just for a second. Roslind tried getting back up, her long hair was wrapped in a fist and she was pulled back down to the ground. She let out another scream.

"Let me go please!" She bellowed, the woman only laughed.

"Oh no sweetheart, there are other plans for you." She was being dragged down the stairs, her bare back striking mud. The rain was cold against her skin, Roslind tried thrashing around again but that woman held on tight. Pine and moss filled her nose the smells assaulted her nose, her back muscles locked up on her. She reached up to her face and pulled the blind fold off. All around her was dark, there were no lights, none from the stars or from the moon. She reached up to the hands scratching at the skin.

"That won't work little girl." She gave a solid yank. Some of Roslind's hair became dislodged from her skull. A cold sweat covered her body, the darkness that surrounded her was so vivid she felt as if it was going to swallow her up. She watched the cabin slink away in the darkness away from her, she let out a soft cry before she started thrashing around again.

"You want to tear your hair from your head?" The woman snapped at her, the sharpness of her tone forced Roslind to stop. Her stomach convulsed, this wasn't right.

What the fuck is going on…? I don't like this…I must do something to stop her…She reached out with her hand, feeling around on the fast-moving ground for something, anything that just might aide her. She pawed around till her fingers struck a rock. It wasn't big, it was the size of her fist. She wrapped her fingers around it.

"God you're so fucking fat. Why don't you lose a few pounds? It would do you some-"

Roslind moved her hand throwing the rock, it struck gold. The woman uttered a small gasp of surprise. Dropping her on the ground, Roslind managed to get to her feet and run. Sticks, pinecones and a few briar bushes cut at her legs and feet. She was trying to run as fast as she could, her nude body being attacked by the rain and sharp wind.

"Fucking whore!" The woman screamed behind her.

Roslind kept her eyes ahead of her, watching for sudden trees. Her heart pounded within her chest, and she was breathing hard. The bitter air didn't help her lungs, it felt as if she had ice weighing them down. The rain stung her face as she ran.

I should get back to the cabin, lock everything up and hide in there…she couldn't have drug me that far. Could she? She gave one look over her shoulder, there were footsteps but the woman wasn't behind her. Roslind looked back forward, her head began to spin. Each breath she took in her lungs felt just as heavy as the last breath. Her nose ran, her throat burnt, and the lashing winds made her eyes water. She came to a clearing and stopped. Her heart ran in her chest she kept looking left to right.

Fuck which way? Her stomach turned over, her body shivered. Running a hand through her hair she tried taking a deep breath in. She had to figure out how to get back, to go home. All was silent around her; the rain fell in soft sheets around her creating beautiful white noise. She wrapped her arms around herself shivering. Her body was covered in mud, and moss. Roslind stood there naked, afraid and unsure of where she was.

Fuck…fuck…fuck…She bent into herself. She was freezing yet her body was hot. Chills shot up through her spine, her head was spinning mess. Roslind pushed herself up against a tree, the bark dug into her soft flesh. The silence was damming, her ears were ringing. She reached back to hold onto the tree trying to ground herself. Her head was spinning mess, yet she was still able to keep her head afloat. She took a deep breath in to calm herself, nerves a wreck. She tried to take another deep breath, something stopped her. It was eyes, eyes were staring at her staring her down. Her body flourished with goosebumps. Her hair stood on end. The dark of the night was hiding a predator much worse than Damien.

Someone's watching me, watching every single move I make…what am I going to do now? Roslind closed her eyes.

Think, think, think…that's all I should do. Plan your next action before springing to action…Still she was shaking, she was scared. Whatever was watching her, knew what she was going to do. They knew who she was. She couldn't think straight, she acted. Pushing herself away from the tree she ran at full speed taking the left. A panic attack settled deep within her core. A scream began to form on her lips, as she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came from it. It fell flat on the ground she was running on. Whatever was hiding was after her now. Following her…ready to attack at any moment.

I must do something, something other than run…

"Help me!" She screamed, nothing. Nothing but the wind came back to her aid. Was there anyone else out here to help her? To save her? Something was there, running right behind her, she could almost feel the fingers touching her back, running through her hair. She had just barely dodged a large pine tree, ducking underneath the branch. A scream came fourth and she belted as loud as she could. She tripped, fell but caught herself before she landed on the cold, wet earth. Before she could completely regain her balance, something ran right into the back of her, pushing her back down and knocking the wind from her lungs. Her sore ribs cried out in protest, she took in a sharp breath. The moment she rolled over onto her back, a hand that smelt of old blood and death collapsed over her mouth.

"Tag you're it…" A cool purr came from behind the masked white face. Black painted on lips, and deep black eye sockets; beautiful long black hair fell over the woman's shoulders hiding her large breasts. Roslind let out a soft cry, a whimper at best. From the scent of death or lavender and pine, she started to gag. The woman leaned down close enough to where she had a good look at her eyes, they were empty, soulless, insane eyes with nothing left inside them.

"Where I'm taking you, he will never find you. Jeff will use you as he sees fit. Slender doesn't care about you, he never will. I was here first and I want him back. He's mine you dirty, blonde fat whore!" The woman screamed into Roslind's face.

"I'll be the first one to spit on your long dead corpse, after Jeff disembowels you. I'll be more than happy to leave you out and watch the birds peck out your eyes." The woman had a smile on her voice, she leaned heavier against her body. The pressure on her stomach made Roslind tear up. It was beginning to hurt worse each moment. The woman was reaching behind her when Roslind opened her mouth, she bit as hard as she could down on the woman's hand. She bit hard enough to taste blood on her tongue. The lady on top of her screamed, using both of her hands Roslind gave a solid push against the large breasts. The pressure was lifted from her stomach, for a moment she took in as much air as she could to fill her deflated lungs. It was almost an instant relief. She was up on her feet again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…not much time, got to cover as much ground as I possibly can before she pounces on me again. She turned to run but she ran face first into a copper smelling chest. Her entire body trembled and her stomach revolted at the very smell of it. She took two steps back before looking up. The man was taller than her by a solid five inches, and he was covered head to toe in blood. She knew what it was the moment she smelt it.

Oh…shit. She opened her mouth to say something, but the grin on that man's face made her stop cold. Her body froze to the spot she stood in oblivious of her nude body, she just stared at him. Her eyes wide, and his unblinking. His grin was slit from ear to ear, his face sunken. He had no nose, and his hair was pitch black just like the girls…his entire face was scarred up. She looked over her shoulder, the woman was standing behind her. She was stuck, she was screwed. Her hands and feet became frozen in fear her tongue felt swollen. Sweat and rain made her hair stick to her scalp. Roslind felt the evil radiating off the man standing in front of her. Her heart pounded away at her ribcage, the man had appeared from nowhere. Slowly she shook her head in defiance, it just made the man smile grow wider.

If that was even possible. Her breath came out in puff of white smoke. She had felt fear before, this was true terror. There was a fair difference of being scared and being terrified to the point of feeling nothing. His eyes fell over her body; she felt it, felt the stare…within those eyes she saw the insanity, the sexual desire, the want and need for death…even rape. She could see the hand that held the knife twitch, he was wanting to plunge it deep inside of her rising, large breast. She could see the many idea run through his head as he looked her over. When she took a step back, the woman took hold of her shoulders, forcing her to stay still. The man's eyes caressed her naked skin. Finally, she found her voice.

"Who are you?"

The way he smiled, exposing rows and rows of sharp teeth, his gums and jaw. Roslind let out a small squeal of fear. She had no fear of Slender, not like this man who stood before her. Without warning the man stepped forward, and the woman behind her held her fast. She couldn't move, they wouldn't allow her too.

I'm going to die. She thought. Even more reason for her to open her mouth and scream. His chuckle was soft, deep and unruly. He seemed as if he had not a care in the world.

"Good job Jane. Glad you got her. Hope she didn't give you any trouble." He nodded to the woman holding her hostage. The woman named Jane only nodded to him. He was casually leaning back, tossing the knife into the air catching it with ease. Roslind kept her chin high, she tried to show no fear. He only laughed at her again.

"You can drop it, I know you're frightened of me and of Jane. You should be…" He sighed softly, looking up to the night sky, as if enjoying the feel of the rain against his face.

"There's so much about Slender you don't know Roslind." He cracked his neck. Disbelief filled her.

"How do you know my name?" She whispered, he only smiled.

"There's so much you don't know…are you willing to learn?" He asked. Roslind tried to move, Jane's grip grew tight again.

"I don't know what you're talking about your insane freak!" She spat, Jane grunted in disapproval before smacking Roslind square across the back of the head, the man didn't like that.

"Only I can lay a hand on her Jane. Stop being a jealous whore." The woman said nothing. He looked back to Roslind and gave his best smile.

"You think this is all a nightmare, don't you? You think you could just wake up, roll over and see your knight in shining amour sleeping next to you…" He shook his head, looking back at her. His eyes lingering longer on her chest then she would have liked. Still, she tried to stay as silent as she possibly could've.

"This is as real as real can get baby. Nothing, and no one will save you…not anymore…" He walked to her, the knife pointed out.

"You don't even know my name." He was close now, too close.

"And I don't want too." She whispered, his grin faltered.

"Go ahead, kill me. You'd just be doing me a favor anyway." She lied through her teeth, he was taken back for a second.

"Kill you? Oh, please I have many other ideas with you first." He cackled once more. He had a sick look on his face that made her shiver.

"No one is coming for you, and no one is going to save you. You're so far deep into the forest, Slender wouldn't even know where to start looking for you." He touched her face, she felt stomach bile touch the back of her tongue.

"I can promise you Rosie Posy, no one loves you like I do. No one care about you like I do…" The knife pressed against her stomach, he was to her ear. The stench of death was worse on him then on Jane.

"Here in Riverbend, I am the king. Everyone else are slaves to me. Even your demi-god dildo…I rule them all." He licked her ear.

"I am, Jeff the Fucking Killer…and you, will be my little butterfly." The knife was pressed hard enough against her skin to cut into a few layers. When he moved away from her, she stared into his eyes. She had a look of disgust upon her face. It was sudden, she didn't even think about it. Roslind headbutted him right against the forehead. She saw stars for a moment, the woman Jane was surprised and her grip became loose. Roslind smacked the woman with the back of her head. The masked was knocked free, Jane fell to the ground searching for her mask. Jeff was holding his nose, blood seeped through his hand. Reaching down she took Jane's fallen knife and held it at her side. He was smiling, laughing at her.

"Little bitch, little bitch…do you really know how to use that?" He was laughing, his mouth was open letting his own blood freely fall into his mouth.

"No, but I'll learn right fucking quick." He was laughing at her again, this time it turned into a higher pitched cackle.

"Now, now…don't play with knives. It doesn't suit you." He was walking to her, his own knife at his side. Slowly she lowered the knife to her own side, her eyes staring at him.

"Good girl." He reached out to take it from her, a smile came across her lips and she lashed out. Jane's knife was impaled into the palm of his hand. Roslind felt a sudden strike of fear deep within her stomach. The knife had gone through the skin, bone, and tendon. She had never seen so much blood in her entire life.

"You are fucking…bitch…"

Roslind didn't know where this sudden courage came from, but she began to regret it now. She had to have struck an artery or something for it to bleed that much.

"You're supposed to be weak. Incompetent…you're supposed to bow down to me!" He grasped the blade and pulled with everything he had in him. He bellowed in pain. Roslind only watched, awestruck and dumbfounded.

"Where the fuck did it come from…?" He growled. Jane was getting to her feet, placing the mask back upon her face. Roslind was ready to leap into action and run at any given second. Jeff was bleeding profusely. He was coming at her, knife and all. She screamed and ducked underneath his oncoming arm. She fell on her hands and knees reaching for the fallen knife again. Jane was on her in a second. She grasped the handle within her hand and struck out. Jane grunted as she caught the blade within her own hand. Blood surfaced from the wound, but she pressed on. Jane was stronger than her and she yanked it right out of her hand.

"Enough the heroics Roslind." He looked to Jane.

"Grab her and hold her still." He snapped.

"I want to give her something that Slender will remember us by." He had that sick grin on his face. Jane reached out, grabbing her by the back of her head. She pulled Roslind down onto the ground forcing her stomach to them, back to the ground.

"Say your sorry whore." Jane snapped. Roslind looked up at her with a smile she spat.

"Fuck you, you emo wanna be bitch!" She thrashed against Jane who was sick and tired of it.

"I'm going to fuck you up…" She growled, Jeff grasped Roslind by her throat forcing her to stay down on her back. He got atop of her the knife within his bleeding hand.

"I won't mistake you again you little bitch…" He was pissed, she could see the sanity leak, bit by bit from his eyes.

"You think that hurt me? I've had so much worse…just like what your little fuck toy did to me…he took everything I loved, wanted, and cherished away from me!" He spat in her face, the knife was at her breast, he looked to Jane who held her upper body down. The tip of his knife went deep into her flesh, Roslind belted out a scream so loud her voice cracked. He lifted once he did a straight line, he pushed down again and continued with the bottom part of the J. Freshy warm blood trickled down her chest, he was putting so much pressure down against her breast, it felt as if he was trying to carve her heart out of her chest. It was forever before he lifted and continued with the next letter. He took his time carving his name into her chest.

"Slender!" She belted out through clenched teeth. He didn't stop there. He kept pushing and she tried to move around underneath him. Nothing. He didn't let up and Jane held her just as tight. She tried moving her legs but to no avail, he was sitting down on them. The tears within her eyes stung.

"Do you have any idea, what he had done to me? Why I'm like this? Huh?" He was in her face, watching the tears pour down her cheeks.

"Do you know why I want you? Why I'm marking you?" His breath was hot against her face, it smelt of rotten fish. She tried turning away from him, but he struck her. Leaving a bloody hand print.

"He made me what I am now. He took her away from me. He killed her. He killed my child." He pushed extra hard on the next letter. She cried out again.

"And he's just going to let you lay here and die…I'm going to take you, make you mine and gut you like the fucking pig you are!" He screamed into her face.

"Roslind!"

Jeff turned to look over his shoulder, snarling he got off her. Jane did the same, following Jeff's every movement.

"You're not supposed to find her…" He growled.

She was up and on her feet in a second. She ran passed him, Jeff reached out and snagged her. Pulling her to his body. She saw him, saw his dark suit, white shirt and red tie. He was standing there, calm as can be. Watching, waiting…he was silent, intimidating. Roslind kept her eyes on him as he kept his eyes on Jeff.

"Let her go Jeffery." His voice made everything seem so much better, she felt like she was safe. He only looked away from him once to see Jane standing behind him. He only made the slightest movement of recognition. He only stood straighter.

"Why? So, you can make me lose another one Slendy man?" He teased, Roslind looked at him her eyes begging, pleading.

Please whatever holy deity out there…save me. Do something to make Adrian grab me…please, I don't want to die here. She closed her eyes, praying hard enough for it to hurt her head. She just wanted to be back with her mother.

At least he stopped cutting you. She wanted to laugh out loud.

Yeah, with that nasty knife? It still fucking hurts like crazy. I don't want to deal with this anymore…I just want to be somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't have these fucking things…She took a deep breath.

So, you would want to leave Adrian? She asked herself.

Yes! This is fucking crazy. I agreed to stay, to be with him. Not when there's a fucking crazy as stalker who has a bone to pick with him! She tried moving, he brought the knife to her throat. That's when Slender made the first move.

"Let her go Jeffery. NOW." The tone of his voice changed quick, Roslind stiffened her back. Jane was there moving slowly, eyeing Slender.

"Why? Tit for tat? Eye for an eye, right? You took her away from me, I'm only taking what's mine back!" He snapped, I gave him a look and he ignored it.

"I didn't do it Jeff. I tried telling you who did, and you wouldn't listen. She disobeyed direct orders and attacked you directly. Don't take it out on Roslind, she's done nothing to you." He took a step forward, and Jeff took a step back with her. Jane was on the move, attacking Slender. He only moved his hand and she was shoved out of the way, Roslind wincing at the sound of cracking bones. She felt the warmth of her blood run down her stomach, she gave Slender one more look.

Please god let this work…She took a deep breath in, rising her hands she pushed the inside of his elbow. Jeff cried in surprise. He watched Roslind duck underneath his hand and run right to Slender. She was by his side in a second. Jeff only glared.

"You fucking whore…you want him instead of me?!" He shouted. Anger radiated off him.

"That'll be your last mistake." He turned away from them, showing his back. He only took a glance to Jane before scoffing.

Slender was quick to take off his jacket to wrap it around her. It dwarfed her; Roslind shivered and her teeth chattered a blue-black bruise began to well up on her left cheek. He knelt to button up the jacket.

"God I'm so sorry Roslind." He whispered to her, she glared at him. Within her eyes he felt the defeat, the pain, the hurt…betrayal amongst all of them.

"Why didn't you tell me…?" She whispered, he looked up at her, confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked, she stared to shiver.

"Take me back to the cabin now. I'm packing my things, and I'm going somewhere else." She kept the jacket wrapped tight around her. He was dumb founded and at a loss for words.

"What…? Roslind!" He shouted, she was turning away from him and walking.

"Do you even know where the cabin is?" He pushed forward, she only looked over her shoulder at him.

"No. You're taking me back, leading me out and I'll do the rest myself."

He got to her side walking with her.

"I didn't think they would outright kidnap you Roslind!" He shouted, she looked at him. Her eyes empty.

"I don't fucking care. He carved his name in my chest Adrian! I'm not safe here! You promised to protect me, and you didn't…you failed me. I don't know what they were going to do…if you were a moment later…" He was waving at her.

"I know, but please…let's talk about this in the safety and warmth of the cabin please…"

Roslind's shoulders slumped the pleading within his voice made her sigh.

"Fine…"

…

"You didn't tell me that they would come for me!" She shouted. Doctor Smiley was in the living area working at the wound with glue.

"It'll scar, but it shouldn't be that bad." His red eyes looked up from her pale flesh to Slender. He was leaned against the wall. His head hung low, obvious defeat.

"Please stay Roslind. I promise I'll take better care of you." He sighed gently. Roslind was silent. Looking down at the new bandage against her breast.

"Well, considering the brunt of the attack, I'd say they'd do it again without hesitation." Doctor Smiley wiped his hands off and placed everything else back into his black duffle bag. Slender sighed gently.

"I love you…please…please don't leave. I'll only leave to go get food for you, and then you can come with me. I swear I won't let you out of my sight." Roslind considered his face, there was real sorrow, real pain within the lines of his face. She hung her head and sighed.

"I…I don't know Adrian this is real dangerous…" He was in front of her, on his knees taking her hands into his.

"I'll protect you with the rest of my life." He kissed the tops of her hands.

I guess…I guess I was too hard on him…She looked at his large hands and held him. She gave it little thought.

"Alright I'm sorry Adrian…I'll stay…just please, don't ever leave me again." He was nodding and kissing her lips and face.

"I'm so sorry Rose. I'm so sorry…" He whispered.

"It's all my fault…" He pressed his forehead against hers.

"All my fault…"