(Based on the movie- The House That Jack Built from 2018. Director Lars Von trier)

(I freaking love Matt Dillon. I had originally planned out to write this three years ago but forgot about it. This is a 3 hour film so I'll try not not make this long, I'll also be writing another controversial film by the same director. This one shot will have many trigger warnings so read at your own risk. Also I just remembered I had this saved up from months ago and forgot that j hadn't published it here so it's kinda old.)

Warnings:mention of miscarriage, toxic relationships, murder, implied relationships, light smut, death)

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*First incident*

I fucked things up. I never thought my life turned turn upside down, this is a living hell that I am living, but I am happy. I have Jack with me so that's all that matters. Jack and I have known each other for many years, so we need each other to keep on living.

I felt Jack apply pressure to my neck when he lowered me down and made me take him in deeper. Above me Jack was feeling relived and  alive maybe the same as when we go around town and do our other fun job.

Jack roughly pulled me up making me gasp until he held my neck tight and began to whisper dirty thing making me moan and want . I gasped and cried out in pleade when he roughly inserted his fingers into my wet sex and would pull them out.

He continue that quick pace until he lowered himself down onto the bed and pulled me down with him. Jack has always been known to not be as passionate or loving as many . He's cold, calculating and an introvert.

I loved him either way and promised to always follow him till the ends of earth. I blushed and looked down at Jack who kept going and hurting me, by smacking, spitting and saying disgusting things which only turned me on.

His dark hair seemed messier and his brown eyes clouded with lust. "Keep going like that." I moaned when he grabbed behind my neck and forced me to lower my head, kiss him again while he held my hips tightly making sure to bruise them while he thrusted his hips into mine.

"I'm c-close, Jack!" I squeezed my eyes and legs shut when I came and heard Jack groan when he finished too. He pulled out of me and pushed me aside and sat in the edge of his bed and placed his glasses back on his face and tossed me his red robe he often wears.

I still felt too sore to stand up and do anything. I still covered myself up with the robe but continued to lay down and look at his back. I always wonder what goes through his .

"I'll get her out of the car. You coming?" Jack took a quick glance at me. I shook my head and I swear I saw him till his eyes.

"You can be so pathetic at times..I'll go do it." Jack got out of bed and left the room. Slowly I got up and followed him, he opened the door to the giant freezer and I saw him pulling a body inside.

The woman who wouldn't stop talking and asking him for favors was here now, lying dead. This isn't the first person Jack has killed, far from it. So much has happened.

He's stored all of the bodies here, in this industrial freezer, he bought this abandoned factory a long time ago to hide his art.

The second incident was when he was inside an apartment and I was waiting outside for him. We were at the house of a poor widow woman, he stabbed her, made me help her get in the car and due to his ocd he made me help him clean the entire place up.

Not long after that we made it back here and he got on top of me and began to eat me out. I was beginning to think that these things make him feel horny, he's always been fascinated with death after all.

From then on he developed a fetish for photographing his victims bodies.

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"Ahh just like that." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back enjoying Jack who was between my legs, holding my thighs apart, while licking me, he applied pressure to his tongue and fingers as I got wetter. I moaned out loudly and reached down to grab his dark hair when he continue satisfying me and press his tongue against me ready to make me come.

Jack ignored my pleas to stop since I had come too many times and felt too sore to continue. He didn't cared and continues having his ways with me, despite me not wanting more and being tired I reached his shirt and pulled him back up and kissed him deeply.

I wrapped my arms around him and felt his hand between us and felt his head above my entrance. "You're so good for me, (Y/N)" I heard Jack mutter when I felt him press against me and slid inside me with ease. I cried out again and felt the entire car move when Jack snapped his hips into mine and continued to whisper into my ear, his dark and twisted fantasies, everything he dreamed he could do with me.  

Any other people would've been afraid to be here with him, all alone near a forest with no way to ask for help. I was a bit afraid of him, but I trusted him, knew that he wouldn't harm me in any way like he had done with his past victims. To him I was special but he would never admit it out loud.  

I continued to press myself against him and held onto his broad shoulders for support when I felt him gripping my hips tight and pressing kisses down aling my chest and continuing with his previous actions. Ignoring everything he had done, ignoring the blood stain on his open shirt and enjoying my along time with him.

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We were in the back of his van. This was the third incident. Jack invited his girlfriend over for picnic along with her two sons. I was jealous of Jack back then when he told me he got himself a girlfriend, he assured me without much explanation that he felt nothing for her.

This is all a game to him.

I was hidden inside his car and lowered the window and aimed up at of of the heads of the younger ones. I was ready to pull my trigger, but I stopped. I was like them, young, innocent and full of life and curiosity.

Jack noticed this and took it upon himself and killed his girlfriend's kids. I walked over to them after he forced her to sit down with their corpses and I shot her. I began feeling sympathy for the first time.

I wanted to be a mother. She has the chance and I couldn't.

"I'm pregnant." I told Jack as I stared at him picking up the bodies. Jack fully turned to face me and stood up straight, he's a lot taller than me.

"You kidding? Is this another one of your petty jokes, (Y/N)" He laughed and stared at me teasing me like I were a child.

"I'm not, Jack. You're the only man I've been with and you haven't used protection." Jack's eyes seemed darker now.

"Oh, so it's the man's fault now for not wrapping it up. You seem to be enjoying without it..get rid of it. We can't have a kid in the way with our work." Jack lit up a cigarette and continued loading the bodies into the van. I remained silent not knowing what else to say, if I were to continue he would for sure get very upset with me...

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"And so I did as Jack told me." I speak up and continue walking into the dark seeming hallway The older wise man looked at me in sympathy or so I believe and was surprised at Jack's actions. Jack remained silent but with a cold stare as he followed us closely behind.

"That's beyond horrifying, Jack. One must die for another life to begin." Verge says as he continues lighting up the path and staring at Jack in disgust. At what Jack made me do and what he also did, what we both did.

Jack stayed silent and continued holding onto my shoulder.

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I wasn't present in the fourth incident since I was busy talk care of myself and moved on from Jack temporarily. He was drunk with a new girlfriend, though their relationship was complicated he stayed and confessed to her. Confessed on how he has killed over 60 people.

The woman didn't believe at first but after his serious expression, she ran to tell an officer, the man believed she was still drunk and ignored her. Of course, Jack killed her.

Now they are all in the industrial freezer. Ever since I met Jack my life was never the same, I wasn't horrified by my sudden change, I became a kills because of my love for him but I wanted out.

I'm not getting any younger and neither is he. I dont want to kill anymore, I love Jack but my love for him has changed. "(Y/N)!" Jack shouted my name when he pulled me closer to him when we heard many cops on the other side of the freezer.

They began to shoot bullets which made them hit everywhere inside of where I was. I felt Jack's strong arm holding me close to his chest, that's when I felt something cold hit me, a sharp pain was felt on my stomach. My ears began to ring and I noticed Jack shouting my name and what I assumed was him begging me to stay awake.

He also stood still and I saw a bullet sound on his shoulder and back. Last thing I felt was one on my head and I fell on top of Jack as he embraced me and also fell down the floor. The white cold freezing floor was now covered with both of our bloods.

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"So, what's your whole story?" The older man asked while Jack and I followed him closely.

"I involved her in all of this, I should take the blame." Jack said when his dark eyes met mine for a second. "I got (Y/N) into all of this, my mess, my kills. I have blood all over my hands and she shouldn't be the one to suffer as I have done."

"And that you will." The older man said with a smirk.

The place where we were was dark and full of water. I knew exactly where we were. This k purgatory. Where lost souls try to wander their way out, wether they deserve to stay here or go to heaven or hell.

He was hearing our story to determine whether we'll go to hell of heaven.Verge the wise old man with a cold voice. I don't know where I'll go but he made it clear that Jack would be heading into the worst of hell, the worst place in the nine circles.

Terrified of what was to come I reached out to grab Jack's hand and he also held it right and gave me sympathetic smile. For the first time he truly seemed afraid of what was to come. Jack and I remained quiet, simply enjoying each other's touch and wanting to remain as close as we could to one another.