Chains: Eyeless Jack X Reader

Chapter 33

 {Reader's POV}

            As I'd feared, the night was indeed a long one.

            I kept tossing and turning due to the heat, my fever not helping, and occasionally I got these awful cramps. At one point I wondered if maybe I was on my period, but I knew I couldn't be because I'd just had it last week. Explaining why I smelled like blood without cutting or hurting myself was a fun conversation to have with my cannibalistic kidnapper, especially with the threat of more strict restraint to prevent further (supposed) self-harm.

            Anyways, somehow I managed to snag a few hours of sleep here and there, and when I woke up for the final time I felt exhausted and miserable. Groggily getting up, I felt sticky and gross from rolling around in my sweat all night long and thus in desperate need of a shower, prompting me to walk into the hall. "Jack," I called groggily, yawning. No response. Frowning, I raised my voice. "Jack..." I heard a soft grunt, and turned to the door next to mine. Oh, he must be in bed... Of course he was in bed, the guy's freaking nocturnal.

            Sighing, I returned to my room and changed my shirt, since that was all I could do with this chain on my leg, before heading to the bathroom. At least I could wash my face, right? After that I sat on the bed with a book, and read for a while until I heard Jack get up. As soon as his footsteps shuffled past the door I opened it. "Jack?" He was halfway down the hallway and stopped when I spoke, his back to me. Clearly he'd just woken up, since he was wearing a blue t-shirt with dark gray sweatpants and no hoodie, allowing a clear view of his messy brown hair.

            "Yeah, [Name]?" he mumbled without turning around.

            "Can you take off the chain so I can take a shower?" He didn't respond right away.

            "...No." His response surprised me. What?

            "Wha—why not? I'm sick and sweaty and miserable and need a shower!" I frowned as I said it, my voice rising a bit, but he just shook his head.

            "Not right now."

            "Jack—"

            "No means no." His voice had an icy and demonic quality to it that sent shudders down my spine, making me wince. Without a word I quickly retreated to the bedroom and closed the door, jumping onto the bed and burying my face in the pillow as I shook. Not with fear, though—but with anger. Was a shower THAT big of a request?! I stayed like that for a while until eventually I heard a knock.

            "What?" I grumbled into my pillow.

            "I made breakfast... I'm leaving it outside the door." He wasn't going to come in? Usually he'd barge inside after knocking unless I said I was butt-naked. Did he feel guilty for snapping at me? No, I decided. Something about Jack was totally off today. Frowning, I got up and walked to the door.

            "...It's okay, you can come inside..."