The car pulled at a house hidden by the suburbs of wherever we were. It was black and white and way bigger than my house. Jason unlocked the door with a remote and held my arm tightly. He pulled me out and locked the car before dragging me to the front door.

I grumbled annoyed as I was tired and he was being so harsh. He used the same black remote control to open the front door, which I noticed it was armoured. He pushed me inside making me fall by the entrance.

I checked around me and saw the kitchen to my left and the living room just after the entrance. I couldn't analyse things in detail since Jason was already kicking me to stand up. I heard some fighting sounds over the TV which was switched on. I stood and saw a skinny girl with straight fawn hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were the same colour as Jason's and she looked a couple of years younger than me.

-"She looks so pretty"- She said when she noticed my presence. I faintly smiled even though I was confused. I didn't look decent enough, I was covered in my own sweat my hair was wet and messy and I had no make-up on, letting aside my clothes were wrinkled and bad handled.

Jason held me by my hair and I grabbed the roots to prevent further pain. He made me stand as if I was a dog and dragged me towards a closed door by a corridor to the left of the living room. The door had a panel with numbers, as if it was an alarm. I couldn't see much but Jason pressed six numbers and the door emitted a positive sound as it opened.

He threw me inside and I fell down stairs to a cold and dark room. He closed the room behind him making sure it was locked. I could barely see anything due to the darkness until Jason switched on the lights.

My eyes widened in pure horror. There was a large table which followed the wall. On top of the table there were several knifes and sharp cutting objects like axes. The walls had guns hanging from them and there were torture machines at the back of the room, everything looked like taken out from a horror movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes mixed with The Cutting Room.

-"Welcome to you new house"- Jason mocked me as I flinched in fear. He was a producer masochist with kidnapping issues.

He held me up by my waist hand threw me over his shoulder. I started to scream and punch his back as well as kick his stomach. He was like iron, I could not hurt him at all.
He set me on a machine which held me still by my wrists and ankles. The machine was movible so he could place me in any position he wanted.

-"Let's have a pre-test"- He whispered by my ear as I forcefully fought against the machine with unsuccessful results.

He walked over the table and my breathing got heavier. I had no idea of what his intentions were but I didn't want to find out. He held a long knife up so I could see it and my eyes started to get watery. He laughed and rested the knife back on the desk. He scrolled through his items until he stopped at one which I couldn't see from my position. He grabbed it and walked back towards me.

I saw the dark thick whip with several leather straps at the end. I knew what he intended to do and I didn't want to 'pre-test' anything.
He looked at the whip and switched gazes to my body. I tried to move feeling uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and let the whip jerk forward before pulling back letting the straps collide with my jeans. I screamed in pain as I felt my thigh heating up. Even with the piece protecting my skin the pain was strong.

He repeated the same steps over and over on different parts of my body until he decided to stop. My face was drowning in tears and my body felt heavy.

He nodded satisfied as he walked back towards the table. I saw him writing something on a notebook. I started to breath as I had no idea what he wanted to test now.

He walked back holding to wire poles. I stared confused as my hair fell to my face and covered half of it. He joined both of the poles and an electric current flashed through the machine. I knew what he was going to do and I was afraid.

He joined both wire poles by my knee and an electric current made me shake uncontrollably. The power was not enough to burn my skin or electrocute me to death but it was painful and unwanted.

Just like with the whip, he repeated the electric wire pole process a couple of times before he decided to stop and go back to write something on the notebook again.

When he finished he walked back towards me and I closed my eyes tightly together. He had no utensil or object on his hands but his bare hands were scary enough to make me shake. He unlocked the lock of my ankles followed by the ones of my wrists. I fell on his body as my head rested on his neck. I hated him but I lacked of forces to even push him away.

I sobbed by his neck, my tears mixing on his skin as his warm shoulder radiated heat to my cold cheek. He held me up by my thighs and walked somewhere in the room. He crouched down still holding me and I heard a metal sound and a door opening. He started to pull me away and for a fraction of second I didn't want to. I knew parting from his touch would mean another torture and his touch was work enough to be slightly calming.

Finally I had to let go and I found myself inside a cage, it was slightly bigger than me so it wasn't too uncomfortable yet I hated it. He closed the door with an impassive face, leaving me locked inside the square metal.

I pleaded him to let me out but he shook his head before making his way upstairs to the house, switching the lights off as he did so. I rested my back on the metal and held my knees tightly against my face. What did I do to deserve this?

My cold figure soon started to drift into a deep sleep as the fact that he was out of the room was merely soothing. I want to go home, I want to see my grandmother.

***

I lost the notion of the time. Jason usually came when the light intensity was enough so i guessed he would come only in the mornings. I envied him so much for being able to do as he wanted. I was capture inside a small iron cage, I had no blanket nor food unless he decided to bring me some of it.

The thick door opened and the sunlight rays brushed against my skin. I admired the warm feeling for a second before Jason spoke.

-"Time to play"-

He was cruel and evil but after several days I got used to it. He would always get me into the holding machine and use different whips and other kinds of torture weapons to inflict pain to me. I started to wish one them would simply kill me for once.

The black long whip slapped my skin forming a red bruise in the act, it was the hardest he has hit me with it but I prevented my loud screams from leaving my throat. He groaned annoyed, he lived to see me suffer.

He unlocked the tied section of the ankles and started to do the same for my wrists. -"Jason, could I please get a blanket, its really cold inside there"- I weakly spoke.

He analysed my face for a second. He looked away to the cage and then he unlocked my wrists. He dragged me to the cage and locked me inside of it once again.

He walked upstairs but didn't switch off the light, which was quite unusual. I quickly crawled to the back of the cage and started to roll the nail from the outside of the cage. I realised a couple of days ago that the cage had nails on the outside of the cage and I started to check the ones I could reach until one of them slightly moved.

I applied forced ignoring the pain from my wrists. I groaned applying even more force until the nail loosened up even more. I bit my bottom lip as I smiled. Then I started to roll it further as it was easier. Finally the long nail came out and fell on my palm.

I admired it under the soft light of the room. It was long and sharp, perfect. I held the nail on my left fist tightly. I exposed my right forearm and kept it helplessly. Was I really going to do this?

I'll rather kill myself than let Jason make me suffer for the rest of my life. I dug the sharp nail on my skin and dragged it to the side. A river of blood started to rush outside the deep cut. I repeated the same action clenching my teeth to ignore the pain.

The door opened again and I turned to see Jason holding a thin blanket. I was surprised yet scared that he could see what I was doing. He frowned as he saw me holding my wrists.

He realised my bleeding wrist and ran towards me. He unlocked the cage in a single movement and pulled me out. He threw me over his shoulder as I pleaded him to let me bleed to death.

He ignored me like he would usually do and carried me out of the basement. I was magically enhanced by the sunlight coming from the windows of the house, adding the fact that the blood loss was making me dizzy.

He opened one of the doors and a massive bathroom came into my view. He sat me by the toilet and held my wrist covered by a towel. He searched through the drawers of the sink and found an ice package. He pressed it tight against the towels so it could stop the haemorrhage.

My vision started to recover even though I was still dizzy. Jason was focused on covering my cut. I rested my hand on his head as my fingers run though his hair. He felt uncomfortable under my touch yet he didn't make a move.

-"Just let me die"- I whispered feeling the pain from my wrist ease slightly due to the coldness of the ice.

-"I'm the only one, who can hurt you, you wont die unless I want you to"- His jaw clenched. I traced part of his features with my finger, his reaction was weird as if the touch was causing him suffer.

He suddenly held me wrist with his free hand. I rested my hands on his and he felt uncomfortable again. He loosened my grip and I rested my forehead on his hand. He didn't like it yet he didn't move.

He protected my cut with a bandage to keep the skin together and prevent any bacteria to enter my body. -"Have a shower, you need it"- He said without looking at me. He left the bathroom but made sure it was locked behind him.

I stayed still for a couple of seconds analysing the room. It was warmer than the basement, my body thanked this. I stayed after a couple of seconds and walked over the bath tube. I stopped by the mirror to have a glimpse of my body. I felt disgusted the second I looked at myself.

Dark circles rested under my eyes. My skin looked pale and dead. My lips were red and irritated. I could tell I lost some weigh due to the lack of food that Jason didn't supply to me.

I dared to undress myself slowly, analysing every inch of my body as if I didn't recognise myself. My body was full of bruises and weakly shaped. I looked like a corpse that just went through a rough autopsy.

I stepped inside the bathtub and turned the warm water on. The water slid down my body making me flinch for a second. It felt like a massage, a way to soothe my body down.

I looked over the shampoos and picked them one by one. There was a black one which smelled just like Jason. I placed it back and decided to use a lilac one which had a coconut and strawberry smell. I caressed my scalp and combed my hair with the substance, forming bubbles until my hair was smooth. I rinsed my body out and closed the tap.

I searched over the walls until my eyes spotted a white robe. I held it in my hands and placed it around me. I knew it belonged to Jason the second his scent filled my nostrils. The thought of him nude wearing the same robe as I was wearing made my body feel uncomfortable.

I shrugged it off and made my way to the sink again. I saw a toothpaste tube resting on the counter and I placed some on my finger and used it as a toothbrush, my teeth required it.

The door knob started turning after an unlock sound echoed through the bathroom. I turned to the door as I feared Jason coming in and dragging my back to the hell of a cage.

The girl from the first day poked her head inside. She seemed surprised when she saw me and a smile plastered on her face -"You are still here!"- Her voice seemed like a fresh breeze in the Summer. Who was she and why was she in the same house as Jason the monster?

I flashed her a faint smile, she noticed my sore and bruised body and my weaken figure -"You have lasted so long"- Her whisper was filled with sorrow and sympathy. So she knew what Jason was doing to me yet she didn't help at all?

-"I need to get out of here, Jason has kidnapped me and he is torturing me in a basement"- I informed her keeping my tone low just incase Jason could hear me.

The girl seemed unimpressed -"I know, I'm very sorry, I know you don't deserve this but Jason is obsessed with the revenge"- She spoke switching her gaze to the floor.

Revenge? What was she referring to? I didn't know Jason outside the guy sitting at the back of the club. Was it because of the private room show incident?

-"He is going to kill me if I stay here, I just want to leave, I never hurt nobody"- I pleaded as my eyes started to get watery.

-"No please don't cry!"- The girl got closer to me, I hesitated for a second but let her touch my shoulder -"My brother has a problem, a huge problem and I don't know how to help him"- She added.

So they were siblings, it didn't surprise me as they both had resembling features. However, Jason was cruel and malicious while this girl seemed nice and caring. How could they even relate?