[5] Chromosomes

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I yawned inside the cold metal cage. It was frightening to say that I was getting used to it, I made it my little home. I felt like I was going crazy for sure.

The door unlocked and opened gently, I knew it was Jazmyn. She sneaked in every evening to provide me some decent food, obviously when Jason left the house for whatever business he had. She informed me about the different cameras of the room. I felt stupid as I didn't notice them before but they were strategically hidden so they were almost impossible to perceive.

I took a generous bite on the apple she handed me. Jazmyn was sixteen, two years younger than me yet she was more mature than Jason.

-"How are you?"- Jazmyn asked knowing the morning torture routing with Jason. I shrugged to subtract importance to the topic, even though today he kept me hanging from my feet for one hour straight.

I was trying to stay positive, if I could bare with the incessant tortures he was putting me through it meant I was strong. I looked over the desk as Jazmyn talked to me about some drama show she started watching on the TV. I really couldn't care less about it since I was stuck in a dark room the entire day. Although, if it wasn't for Jazmyn I would have gone crazy by now.

I tried to convince Jazmyn to help me escape a couple of times but she didn't have the key to the cage and she was as afraid of disobeying him as I was.

-"Jazmyn lets play a game, do you see that notebook by the desk? Well, bring it here and Ill draw something and you will have to guess what it is"- Her eyes sparkled, Jazmyn didn't have many friends so technically me and Jason were the only people she talked to.

I felt bad for using her just to bring me the notebook but I had to know more about Jason's intentions. She quickly grabbed the notebook and brought it back to me, she was so innocent.

-"Wait I'll go and get a pen"- She cheerfully said before rushing upstairs to the house.

I took the opportunity to check through what Jason wrote. I went back to the first page and started to read.

'•Gabriella Ferrer, 18
•Adress 23B Horlloow Street
•Lives with Grandmother.
•Works at Fantasy Dance Club from 8:00pm to 3:30am.
•Phone password: Alleirbag (Her name backwards)
•Single...'

The page was filled with personal information about me. I was extremely surprised he knew all of these things. I flicked through the pages, they all talked about dates before my kidnap things I did. I stopped in a page which referred to the first day of my kidnap.

'She reminds me so much of her. Not physically, they are both different in that sense. Every time I see her I think of Emily. She is crying inside my head she is pleading for me to save her but I cant, she is gone.
I'll make her pay, I'll make them all pay. I wish I could strangle her now, see her life disappear between my fingers like Emily's.'

The basement door slamming made me jump on my place. I lifted my gazed and found Jason staring down at me with dark eyes. I tried to hide the notebook behind me but he already spotted it.

He reached the cage and opened it. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me out. His grip was tight enough to difficult my breathing. He kicked me forward until we reached the stairs. He was purely mad. He cursed inaudible things under his breath. He pinned me tight against the wall as his hand slapped my cheek a couple of times. Tears threatened to force their way out.

-"Thats right, cry, you deserve it you useless piece of shit"- He screamed close to my ear, I thought for a second he made me deaf.

His hands held my neck tightly now. His grip closed my breathing pathway and I started to lack of fresh air. I tried to speak but my vocal cords were completely blocked. I didn't fight back, I decided to join forces as I pushed his hands tighter against my neck. He realised my intentions and released me from his grip. My back slid down the wall as I coughed roughly.

He kicked my side and indicated me to go upstairs. I crawled up as he demanded and I swallowed saliva harshly due to the pain of the previous grip.

-"Whore now you are going to clean a bit"- He said pushing me back. I lost my balance and fell flat on the wooden floor of the corridor.

I gulped and nodded as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He threw a short and slutty uniform in front of me -"I want you to wear this like the little slut you are"- He requested impassively.

-"I'm not a slut"- I whispered regretting speaking the very second after the words left my mouth.

-"Yes you are, you loved when everyone looked at you in the club, I saw that every single night"- He yelled back as he kicked the uniform closer to me.

I kept quiet as he walked towards a room. I only dared to lift my gaze once the door of the room he entered slammed. I grabbed the short uniform and stood silently.

I walked along the corridor until I opened the first door. I didn't want to change in the middle of the corridor specially after Jazmyn told me they had cameras installed there too.

My hand travelled along the wall until my fingers found the light switch button. The room was big and beautiful; a king sized bed, expensive looking furniture, a nice big window which revealed a view of the city. I'd have loved to have a room like that, if I wasn't kidnapped.

I sighed as I stepped out of my ripped pants and pulled my shirt off afterwards. I needed new underwear, the strap of my bra broke after one of Jason's horrible games and I had to make a knot on it so my breast wouldn't hang loose. I stepped into the uniform and fixed it as soon as I was dressed.

It fitted me perfectly. Oh, of course, Jason knew my measurements perfectly too. There was a mirror by one of the wardrobes' doors so I decided to check myself. I looked like a porn actress ready to get into a movie. Was this Jason's way of making fun of me?

He tortures me, he leaves, he comes back trying to strangle me because I read his notebook and now he wants me to dress like a porn cleaner and clean his house? This is a mad house.

I let myself fall on the bed, it felt so comfortable. Considering I sleep on metal bars even a piece of cardboard would be a blessing to me. The sheets smelled so nice, like a roses perfume. I turned to the bedside table there was a music box on top of it.

I gently sat on the bed and picked it up. I opened it and a sweet calming music started playing, it felt like a Disney movie. There was a shiny necklace inside. I picked it up and it had a plate with an engraved name; 'Emily'.

My curiosity for that Emily girl was increasing. I wondered who she was and why Jason missed her so much. Maybe it was his mum?
All I knew is that he seemed to care a lot about her and that I resembled her from what I read on his notebook. If he adored her so bad why would he hurt me?

Just as I was about to place the necklace inside the music box a paper by the side of the printed section of the wallpaper got my attention. I carefully held it up and a CD rolled out of it to my lap.

'J+E' was written with a black marker on the cover. I heard the sound of the door knob and I flinched rapidly. I put the necklace and the paper back inside the music box and closed it. I realised I still had the CD so I had no other choice than to hide it in between my old clothes.

Jazmyn's eyes searched through the room until she finally encountered my figure. Her eyes widened in shock -"Gabriella get out of this room or else Jason will get really mad!" She whispered checking that Jason was not wondering around.

I knew she wasn't lying by her facial expression so I quickly followed her out of the room. -"I just wanted to change somewhere with no cameras"- I informed her.

Half an hour passed by and I already managed to clean part of the kitchen. Thankfully, Jazmyn helped showing me where all the required equipment were. However, Jason locked the cabinet of the cleaning products since he thought I'd drink them or something.

-"Jason can I go with you?"- Jazmyn asked plastering a puppy face over his face. Her hands tight together to emphasise her pleads.

-"No, I told you its not safe"- Jason groaned. I thought if he ever enjoyed something in life, apart from shattering me mentally and physically.

Funny how the guy complaining about safety has a girl kidnapped and tortured in his basement, where he also has several weapons.

Jazmyn sighed reluctantly. Jason stroked her chin as a sign of affection, which surprised me considering we are talking about him.

-"I hope when I come back everything is cleaned if not the torture machine will be waiting for you"- Jason shot me a dead look before slamming the front door and locking both of us inside.

-"Asshole"- I mumbled before letting the mop rest on the fridge. Jazmyn switched on the TV and started zapping through the channels. I could perceive she was genuinely mad at Jason.

-"Is everything Ok?"- I sweetly asked as I rubbed her arm with my hand in an intend to calm her down.

She sighed while her eyes kept locked on the rectangular screen -"I just wished I could go out more, Jason thinks something could happen to me"- Her tone expressed her annoyance and impotence.

I gave her a tight hug which I could tell she really needed. I knew a girl like her also needed some other company apart from Jason.

-"It has always been like this, Jason leaves then he comes back and hardly pays attention to me, sometimes he even brings a girl or two and he locks his room and does Go-Knows-What with them"- She explained as she hugged me back. It felt nice to have someone showing me affection too.

-"He is just getting worse and worse, when he brought you here I thought he was going to improve, I thought he was going to kill you at first but I'm happy he didn't, if not I'd have literally started talking to the TV, sometimes I feel like im encaged"-

'Say that to me' I thought to myself. Jazmyn and I were helping each other not to go mad.

-"Where are your parents?"- I dared to ask, I knew it was a direct and careless question but I had so many missing pieces in this puzzle that I couldn't come to a solid conclusion.

Jazmyn tensed under my touch for a second but I hugged her tighter causing her tension to dissipate. -"They were murdered"- Her gentle voice pronouncing those words produced a cold feeling down my spine.

Maybe that was the reason why Jason was so violent, his parents were murdered, and he was older than Jazmyn so that probably took over his sanity more than to Jazmyn's.

-"Why is Jason like this?"- I questioned lowly resting my head on her warm shoulder.

I thought she would keep her mouth shut and not say a word but she opened her mouth as her eyes stared at a fixed point -"Jason... has a genetic syndrome, instead of the XY chromosomes he has XYY, its considered the 'supermen' syndrome, the characteristics of each individual with these syndrome vary but he is extremely violent and lacks of empathy and therefore struggles to differentiate good and bad"-

I was shocked. I remember watching about it on CSI a long time ago and reading it on a newspaper which statistically indicated that most of the delinquents in a prison had the XYY genetic syndrome.

The syndrome explained why he was so aggressive and why he enjoyed inflicting pain to me but there were still missing pieces.

-"Jason was very violent when he was little, he used to kill animals and hurt his classmates so my parents had to send him to a private school specialised on bad behaving people. It didn't turn out good, he kept being aggressive and started getting into illegal stuff"- She paused to wipe a tear from her red cheek. I kept hugging her to calm her down.

-"My parents were scared and tired of talking to everyone and trying everything to make Jason be more... normal, he met a girl in the last intern school he went to, she was gorgeous and so nice, she came from a foster house because her parents were alcoholics and used to beat her up. She really helped Jason improve, it was like she was her medicine, she helped him to make more rational choices, he started taking his medication and he was happier, until she was gone... then he kept getting worse and worse, you can see how he has ended up"- Her voice sounded weak, she tried not to break but she had so much weigh on her shoulder. I wanted her to let it go and relax.

-"It's all fine, Jazmyn nothing is your fault and after the storm the Sun raises"- I gently rubbed her cheek before placing a gentle kiss on it.

She hugged my as tight as possible, breaking down on my shoulder as I felt my clothes getting wet. I held her tight against me. My eyes were watery too. I hated Jason but there were things that escaped his choices.

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