**Must Read: Friday The 13th Ever Scary - Season 1 - Episode 8**

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**Must Read: Friday The 13th Ever Scary - Season 1 - Episode 8**

Destiny was incapable of speaking. Hell, she was incapable of breathing at this point.

The kind of situation she was in didn’t even require moving. She knew she was going to die anyway.

Why he was taking her out of sight didn’t really make sense though.

Maybe he was going to torture her for seeing him kill the others.

Or maybe he was just being creative with his killing and wanted this one to last.
All Destiny knew was that she was going to die, regardless of what he was up to, so she stayed put as best as she could.
The trembling and shaking didn’t stop, though.
Even if her mind could take the fact she was about to die, her body didn’t.
The man was gripping her very tight, which didn’t help with the fact that she was too scared to breathe.
Perhaps he was secretly trying to weaken her by shortening her breath so she couldn’t get away.
The man was taking long strides in the woods, and Destiny could hardly see a thing.
The only thing she could clearly see was the man’s back, which her chin was resting against.

She could see the tear stains she had made on his jacket, and she prayed he didn’t notice.
Making this guy angry would definitely make things worse.

Destiny couldn’t even feel the tears as they streamed down her face.

She couldn’t feel her body anymore.
She was pretty sure her mind was trying to get her used to not feeling anything so her death would be less painful.

Or maybe she was just too scared to feel anything. Either way, she didn’t like it.
Even if she wasn’t thinking about it, she knew that if she jumped out of his grip now and landed on the ground, she wouldn’t be able to move.

Her mind would be reeling from what she had just done, and her body would still be too stiff to move.

No, no…that idea wouldn’t work at all.

Destiny then realized that he was stepping into a really, really old-looking house, and was making his way up the stairs.
Her eyes were blurred with tears, but she could make out a kitchen and what looked like a living-room area.

Who would have thought a serial killer would have a place like this? Especially one that lived in the woods.

Destiny felt him jerk slightly as he opened a door and walked in.

Destiny still couldn’t make out much, but she could only assume that this was the room he took certain victims in to torture.

This thought didn’t really help though; it only caused more tears to stain his jacket.

In a sudden motion, man pressed a hand flat against her back and quickly lowered her down on what felt like a bed.

He was being rough, but Destiny let him handle her like a ragdoll, knowing it was all going to end anyway.

Her upper back leaned against the headboard and she instantly curled her legs against her body and brought her balled fists to press against her quivering lips in a desperate attempt to feel safe.

Tears were now trailing down her bare neck and soaking the fibers of the top of her extra-large night shirt.

She couldn’t take the suspense anymore.
If he was going to kill her, just kill her already!
Destiny’s hands flew to her face and she began to sob uncontrollably for what felt like the fiftieth time today.
Normally, Destiny didn’t cry nearly as much as this, but her emotions were hypersensitive today for some reason.

And she couldn’t really blame herself for this one.

She was about to die, for crying out loud.
Destiny found herself listening to a voice she didn’t know, and she was shocked to figure out it was her own.
It was high-pitched and scratchy, and let out every ounce of fright that was being held in.
“P-please don’t kill me! P-please! I-I’ll do a-anything, just p-please don’t l-let me d-die! I-I-I didn’t m-mean to interrupt you! I-I-I promise t-to keep it a-a-a secret, I- I SWEAR! J-j-just PLEASE! D-don’t kill me, P-PLEASE!” Destiny’s entire body was tense and throbbing.

She could feel her life flashing again.
She could hear angel’s singing, welcoming her to Heaven.

She could see Derek, Eli, Lucy and Brianna burning in Hell as she made her way up the golden steps.

She looked back down to see her mutilated body in the hands of that scary, scary man as he walked outside to go bring it to the others.
Destiny glared down at him and was about to speak when a sudden sound of rustling paper interrupted her thoughts.

Jason could feel his heart crack at the sight of the good girl crying in front of him.

Watching her was painful to watch. She was so scared.

She was so afraid.

He never thought he would see the day when watching someone else cry was actually hurting him.

It usually didn’t bother him at all.

All of the victims he tortured cried just the way the good girl was crying now and it didn’t really faze him, since they were all bad.

They deserved to die.

But seeing her… seeing this innocent girl crying and begging for her life was killing him.
He had to find a way to calm her down without scaring her more.