Jason was known for being the sweet but silent type.
He had been quietly planning all day and while you were close to clueless you knew he had been planning something.
You walked into the kitchen following the smell of something delicious on the stove.
Jason pulled out some pans and gestured for you to sit at the table. You slid into your chair as he served both of you.
You both began eating and talking quietly in the candle-lit kitchen. That was until you heard voices, somewhere in the darkness of the woods.
They were loud, teenagers. You knew Jason had to take care of it but it was Valentine's Day. You stood and grabbed the long-bladed kitchen knife out of the sink.
Jason gave you a look, you never helped on kills. That was his job.
Slowly he grabbed his machete from the corner of the room and walked over to you. You wiped the knife on the towel hanging by the stove.
"They'll regret interrupting our dinner baby." you said with a smile, holding his hand as you both made your way into the woods to clear your property of pesky teenagers.
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Slasher Preferences/One-Shots: Book 2
RandomThis is the second book to my first slasher book. I never stopped writing I just ran out of chapters. This is an anonymous request book. This book has been opened closed and reopened so sorry for so many author's notes. I don't own the cover photo.
