Object of Desire ; Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 12

        Two more days have passed like this. I started taking advantage of my missing chains by getting up and doing some exercise every now and then. That included just basic stretching, push ups and whatever didn't make the floorboards creak too much. I still didn't exactly want to draw Jack's attention too much. Luckily, my hand was slowly getting better too, the pain was pretty tolerable. However, I still had no idea how to get out of this house and away from Jack without him capturing me and bringing me back again. He's definitely way stronger and faster than me so outrunning him or fighting him was off the table. I just had to come up with a plan. He had to be distracted somehow so he wouldn't immediately notice me leaving.

I suppose the most obvious option would be waiting until he goes to sleep. Judging from footsteps and noises around the house I picked up on the past few days, he went out most evenings. He always waited until it was completely dark out. Usually I went to sleep before he came back but I assumed he returned very early in the morning. I suppose I could also try to escape while he was out. But in a pitch dark forest I would have way too many issues finding my way out. I spent a lot of time in the forest but barely ever in the dark. It was just nearly impossible to navigate through it without any light. And I could possibly get in trouble with some wild animals living in the area.

So I decided to leave in the morning after he went to bed. The easiest way out was probably through the window. It creaked loud as hell but being very careful I'd probably be able to open it without waking Jack up. I would be out of the house but then what? Where should I go? I had no idea which direction the nearest street was. And I didn't have my phone to just check with GPS where my location was. And in case he noticed my leaving early and came after me I had to get some backup hiding plan that was better than climbing up trees. Definitely learned my lesson on that one. If I managed to get enough distance between us before he starts chasing me again, then I probably wouldn't need to be at 100% strength again. The occasional exercise I started lately helped my muscles get used to moving a bit again. At least my legs weren't all wobbly and weak anymore. Maybe if I rested enough for the rest of the day I could even start my escape tomorrow morning, when Jack went to sleep.

But for now, it was time for new bandages and lunch again. Unfortunately, Jack seemed to be recovering very well from his stomach wound. He didn't seem to have any pain anymore. Damn, he's healing fast. That made running away harder but if my plan worked out it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Jack barely ever talked to me. He specialized on just staring me down or showing light body language. He seemed pleased that I finally started eating and actually finishing all the food he brought me. When he came into my room to perform his usual tasks I noticed he kept standing in the doorway and looking at me for a bit instead of coming inside.. "Come." He said and motioned for me to get up and follow him. I looked up at him confused. Why does he want me to follow him? Where? I was hesitant, unsure about what his plan was and probably also a bit scared of what he's going to do. Apparently I took too long to get up from the bed by myself so he stepped closer to me again to grab my arm and pull me up from the bed roughly.

"Ouch, let go of me!" I groaned, bothered by his harsh grip on my arm. It's totally gonna turn all shades of blue later, I thought to myself. He dragged me outside into the hallway and towards the bathroom. Is he going to murder me in the bathtub to very conveniently wash all the blood down the drain and not get a bloody mess in the bedroom? Would he even care about a bloody mess? I felt panic rise up inside me and tried to struggle free from his grip only for him to tighten it even more. Arriving at the bathroom door, he pushed me inside. Right in front of me on top of a little cabinet in the corner of the room there was a little array of hygiene products like shampoo, shower gel, a toothbrush with toothpaste and just as I was staring at the products I realized I actually went an entire week without showering. I was so preoccupied with either pain, fear or the wish to escape that I havent't really thought much about basic things like that. Of course, he let me go to the bathroom when I needed but apart from some soap to wash my hands there were no other products to shower or large towels around. How did he shower? Did he just store all his stuff somewhere else? Was there a second bathroom he used? Why did he give me all these products now? Did I just smell too horrible for him to handle at that point? Regardless what his reasons were, I was very glad about getting to clean myself up a bit.

This guy is really making me think more and get even more confused than I have ever been in school. His every move is just a mystery. "Take a shower. Clean yourself up but be careful with ur hand. I'll change the bandages when your done." He closed the door and locked it from the outside. For a solid minute I just stood in the middle of the bathroom, confused, trying to figure him out. Realizing that it was pretty useless though, I started taking off my clothes and getting into the shower. Well, it's nice I can take a shower. Would be nice to have a change of clothes as well though. But I guess I shouldn't ask for too much.

The warm water felt good on my skin and I felt myself relax for the first time since I got ripped away from my home. I felt like I could let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding in for the past week. I sighed and thought about Jack again. A crazy, cannibalistic murderer and kidnapper. And yet, I somehow became indifferent about being here. Of course I wished and dreamed about finally going home every day. I wanted to know if my mom was still alive and I wanted to see my friends again. But when I wasn't thinking about that, I thought about Jack. He seemed to enjoy hunting me and hurting me. But at the same time he's tending to all my wounds and he gave me all those books when I asked for something to read. He's so cruel and somehow nice at the same time. It was just so confusing. I realized I also never saw his face or pretty much anything of him. He always wore his navy blue mask. He always wore his black hoodie and his black jeans. He always wore some kinda black gloves. He was pretty much covered up from head to toe. The only thing I saw was his brown, messy hair.

As I thought about Jack's appearance, my mind drifted to his eyes. I thought the black holes in his mask were somehow just a apart of the mask itself. But they were actually holes. Like holes in his head. Did he not have eyes? Why were his sockets just plain black? Is that normal? I never actually met anyone who didn't have eyes so I didn't know what was normal and what wasn't. But I just felt like Jack's appearance wasn't normal. Did something bad happen to him? There must be some kinda reason why he turned out like that. Not just the eyes. A reason why he became a cruel murderer. You're not just born like that, right?