[7] Scars

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My eyes gently nailed on Jason's neck. I never noticed how tanned and perfect his skin looked. His expression was contracted, I could tell he was extremely stressed. I felt bad for him but also he deserved the feeling fully.

Was I developing some type of Stockholm syndrome? I doubted such an irrational idea, I was never able to focus on a lot of things due to my dazing attitude but I was smart enough not to get into the mouth of the wolf. Everything felt like a cloud of different yet powerful feelings; impotence, anger, wrath, chaos, sadness, sorrow.

-"I really wished they took me instead"- I mumbled rubbing three fingers on my forehead.

-"Shut the fuck up, why would you wish that? You are trying to play the victim"- Jason's tone overshadowed mine.

-"Jazmyn is my friend, she cares about me and I care about her, she is the only one I have now"- I whispered again, my tone fading into the tensed atmosphere. I knew that been kidnapped was already enough victimhood but confronting Jason wouldn't make things any better.

-"They fucking took her, I fucking lost another person that cared about me, I have fucking no one"- Jason punched the steering wheel driven by his anger. It was hard to point out if he was talking to me or just expressing his feelings but my stomach shrinked as empathy took over me.

-"You are not alone, you have me"- I whispered suggestively. I knew Jason hated me and I hated him too but there was an aura of uncertainty between who he was and who his genetic syndrome feed and developed. I analysed the idea of acting friendly to him, that could possible change things a little bit and give me a margin of time to escape.

-"Shut up! You are the reason im like this, you are the reason im fucked up in the head!"- His words felt like a sharp dagger on my skin.

I was curious about the reason Jason felt that way about me. I constantly wondered the source of his intense hate, his anger, his cruelness. However, maybe the reason was simply his syndrome, maybe it was just the way I reminded him of that Emily, as he wrote. Maybe that was consuming him entirely.

I decided to to stare out of the window. Jason's driving was completely crazy and I was surprised by his skills since we didn't crash or had an accident. I decided to close my eyes and pray for Jazmyn to be fine and safe.

I never believed in god. But I tried to use my "energy" to provide support and shelter to her. Just the mere thought of her being hurt by any of those guys made my eyes get watery.

The little bumps on the road, the intense silence and the exhaustion of my body drifted me into a deep and very needed sleep. I needed to disconnect from reality, even if it was just for a single second.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It felt direct yet not too harsh. I groaned and tried to roll to the other side with my eyes still closed. Suddenly I felt a pain on my head and I was pulled out by my hair until my body met the floor. I opened my eyes as my hands caressed my scalp. Justin's angry eyes stared at me with hate as he slammed the backseat door close.

-"What the fuck!"- I said as I felt my blood boiling under such a rude action.

-"I called you and tapped on you, you didn't respond that means you get it the rough way"- Jason stated, hints of anger and cockiness mixed in his tone.

I stood up slowly patting my back and ass to tidy up my uniform up. I looked around and we were by a driveway under a dark sky filled with thousands of shining stars. A basic building lit by huge red neon lights illuminated the area which got my attention. It said 'HOTEL'.

Justin held my wrist behind my back with a strong grip. I closed my eyes to prevent a scream to break the dense atmosphere. -"Listen to me, if you scream, if you try to call for help I will blow up the head of whoever you say it to and then I'll shoot your leg, got it?"- Jason spoke so close to my ear I could almost feel I was inside his throat.

I gulped and nodded as I felt a cold metallic object touch and press the back of my head tightly, a gun. I perfectly knew Jason was not joking, he was pretty serious and considering he blamed me for the kidnap of his sister I doubted he would think twice before pulling the trigger.

The glass door of the hotel opened ringing a tiny bell. There was a small and dirty hall with some dark green armchairs with impure gold  imprints. Ugly pictures of some river painting hanged from the yellow walls covering the falling paint. Two guys with an uncared four-day beard were playing a card game. They had a dirty look and their poor clothes had many holes, I was pretty sure they hadn't washed those clothes in ages.

The guys looked up to meet me and Jason's position. Their eyes sparkled with lust when they had a glance of the piece of clothing embracing my body. I looked down and realised how exaggerated and suggestively the uniform looked. I gulped pulling up from the neck of the uniform in an intent to hide my breasts from their hungry eyes.

Jason kicked my Aquiles' heel which made me groan in both pain and anger. He pushed me forward until we reached the counter of the reception. Jason pressed the little bell by the side of the counter with impatience. Just before he could break it a big figure appeared from a door of the side of the room.

-"Jesus, someone lacks of patience!"- The woman entering her fifties said as she lit a cigarette and breathed in the toxic air.

-"A room for one"- Jason said ignoring the woman's comment. I looked over the woman to have a better view of her features.

-"The couple wants to have a fun night I see"- The receptionist said as she switched looks between Jason, me and the old computer she was operating. -"Are you even over eighteen? Well I don't even care"- She asked both before going back to whatever she was checking.

Her hair looked oily and brittle, her nose was covered by a rough skin as if she just got recovered from a punch, from her eyes dark eye-bags hanged lowly. The woman was quite overweigh and her incessant sucks on the cigarette weren't helping her health either.

-"Room 24"- The woman said as she grabbed a pair of keys from the desk behind her and handed two keys to Jason.

He picked them in a move and pushed me towards the stairs before I could even thank the woman. I could hear the chuckles from the two dirty men after the receptionist made a sexual joke about me when she thought I couldn't hear.

Jason pressed me tight against the wooden old door. My face cooling down by the feeling of the steel "24" plate making contact with my skin. I could feel his warm and heavy breath on my neck as he inserted the key inside the lock and opened it with a fast wrist movement. He pushed me in making me trip and fall down to the floor.

He closed the door and locked it hiding the key inside his pockets. Without hesitation he checked the windows and made sure they were locked too. -"Scream and I'll make you eat wood, got it?!" He lastly said sending daggers to my direction.

I nodded as he locked himself inside the small bathroom by the mirror from the room. I sighed tiredly as I took a quick view of the room. It looked just as dirty as the hall and it was pretty small, even Jason's basement was bigger than the whole room itself. There was only one bed by the wall close to the window. The neon sign "HOTEL" flashed every couple of seconds from the cracks of the blinds illuminating the room in a deep red colour.

I heard Jason's voice from the bathroom. He was genuinely angry, it sounded as if he was speaking to someone over the phone. I rested my head by the bathroom door trying to hear what he was saying. It could hopefully be useful information about him or any other hint to help me escape.

-"They fucking found me... No, they took Jazmyn... Yes, I swear if I see any of Mendes' guys I'm going to blow their heads... I don't fucking care! No, look I'm staying over a hotel tomorrow I'll keep looking for her, I know he is trying to get to my head but he is messing with the devil... Fine, I'll call you later, bro"-

I stopped hearing any voices so I decided to jog my way to the bed on my tiptoes incase Jason could spot me spying on his conversation. The door opened gently and Jason walked inside the room running his fingers through his hair, his face full of tension and exhaustion.

-"You, come here"- He spoke with a cold tone. I obeyed his demands, I stood and walked towards him hesitatingly. -"Hands together"- He added.

I looked down as I held my arms up together. He grabbed them and I felt my heartbeat accelerating. He placed a shiny metallic object around each of them and locked them securely around my skin. The handcuffs felt sharp against my flesh and I uncomfortably bit on my bottom lip. He locked the end of the metal chain on a metal bar by the bedside table. I was unable to move further than three steps around.

I sighed as I let my head fall down followed by my messy hair. Jason ignored my presence and started to undress. I gulped as my eyes followed his hands grab the end of his shirt and pull up from it to reveal the biggest sex attraction ever dreamed by a nympho. His toned and defined chest reflected the low light of the room, his torso had several ink sections by his pecs, collarbones middle abdomen and hip section. My mouth filled with thick saliva as I tried to swallow it all.

My vision went completely dark as Jason's dark shirt landed on my head. I mumbled a couple of cursing inaudible words as I grabbed the shirt off my head. Jason was already laying in bed, facing the wall so only his back was merely visible to my tired eyes. I heard a switch button click and the lights turned completely off leaving me on the darkest atmosphere. Only the flashing light from the neon sign shining every now and then accompanied me.

I lost the count of the minutes that passed by, possibly over forty-five solid minutes. I tried to search for ways to entertain myself as obviously I had no right to get a bed or even a blanket to keep myself warm, according to Jason. My body was gradually getting used to the harsh and extreme treats I was receiving. The way Jason left me in the tough scenarios was just causing my body to weaken but adapt to them.

I sighed as I remembered I had Jason's shirt on my hand. I slowly addressed it to my nostrils and after digging my nose in the fabric I took a deep breath from it. Jason's scent spread throughout my whole body. The scent carrying memories threatened me; all the whips, the electric machines, the notebook he would write on whenever he decided to take a break, the time he would submerge my head under a water bath until I almost asphyxiated to death, the horrible dark bathtub he would place me in and lock me inside with only an inch of my face able to raise above the surface, harshly complicated due to the chains handcuffing my wrists.

I threw the shirt away rapidly before any other memory could shatter me. I was shaking uncontrollably and my watery eyes reflected the neon sign light. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands as I stood up. I knew that trying to escape was pretty impossible since I couldn't unlock the handcuffs or break the metal bar. I looked over Jason's muscular figure. His wide back faced me and I greedily looked at the bed spot uncovered. I forgot how it felt to sleep on a bed.

I walked slowly yet securely towards Jason's direction. It was ironically funny how I could spot his gun and the keys of the handcuffs on the bedside table but for my perdition the chains were too short to even get any close to the furniture.

I stared at Jason's sleeping body as his chest moved up and down gradually. I slowly and carefully laid by him on the spacious spot he let facing my side. I knew I was entering danger zone but I couldn't simply sleep by the rotten walls of the room.

The cover sheets felt like a majestic bird embraced me with its feathers and I couldn't prevent a pleased sigh to escape from my mouth. I heard Jason groan and he turned to face the other wall. Thankfully he didn't notice me neither I woke him up. The red light from the neon post illuminated the room for a couple of seconds and my eyes met the hundreds of scars which horribly marked Jason's back.

I breathed air in shock as my orbs traced the edges of every single scar he had. The simple act of observing them provoked pains on my own back. I dared to hesitantly put my finger above one of his scars and I gently touched it rubbing it up and down with subtle movements. The chains were already tense meaning I couldn't get any closer. Jason's skin hardened and tensed under my touch as if my fingers were a mortal weapon.

I analysed his silhouette as my fingers kept the motion movement. He looked so defenceless from this position, so unprotected. I could have maybe attacked him if my chains were longer but that wouldn't have made the situation any better.

Slowly caressing the centre of his back my eyelids felt heavy and my vision blurred as I mumbled the reasons why I hated him.

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