I’m still hoping that maybe this is just a ploy to get her back and he will just let her go. But I know deep down that’s not the case at all.
Drying my face with a hand towel, I assess my face again in the mirror and see it looks like I just woke up from sleeping too hard. I turn and make my way to the kitchen to get them breakfast so I can take them to school like every other normal day. Even though this is far from normal and I know this day from hell has only just begun.
CHAPTER 26
Lexi
Wednesday evening
Iknow what I have to do to get myself out of this. I have never been good at faking anything, so I know this is going to be difficult. However, this isn’t a movie where the girl gets rescued by some hero. There’s no way Shay or Cam will be able to just find me the way they do in the romance novels. I’m going to need to rescue myself. I just hope Jason doesn’t catch on.
He typically only thinks of himself, so maybe he will only believe what I tell him, because it’s exactly what he’s wanting anyway.
Laying on the bed, I can’t seem to get comfortable, seeing as I can’t move since he never released the damn bindings. Hopefully when he comes back with something to eat and drink, he will release me. But knowing that asshole, he will try to hand feed me just to keep me tied down.
Running through everything in my head and coming to terms with what I will need to do to get myself free, I close my eyes trying to settle my nerves. The sound of footsteps approaching catches my attention and my eyes fly open and my head shootsup off the pillow looking to the heavy door. I hear the slide latch that is locking the door scrape against its surface.
Jason walks in with a couple of bags hanging from his arm and held in his hand. He turns to lock the door again. He looks at me as he walks across the empty space, smiling at me like I’m not tied down to this small bed. Sitting the bags next to the chair, he moves to pull the wooden table closer to the bed. It’s scraping noise grates my nerves and has my head pounding again.
I lay my head back, squeezing my eyes closed, groaning at the pounding in my head. When the noise stops right next to me, I slowly open my eyes, but my brow is still furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, actually looking a little concerned. Is he fucking kidding me right now? I am literally tied down to a bed in an empty warehouse room being held hostage after being drugged by more than likely chloroform, and he wants to ask me that? Before I can actually say that, I school my features and reply coolly.
“My head hurts,” is all I say, turning my head slightly trying to relay submission to him. As much as I would like to lash out, I know that way won’t end well for me.
“You’re just hungry,” he says as he begins to unpack everything from the bags. He sits a couple of cold bottles of water on the table first. Next are two styrofoam containers that have my stomach growling loudly by the smell alone.
My head lifts once again to look over at him. The chair is still against the wall next to the bed, but he sits down on the edge of the bed. The bed is so small, his hip and upper thigh are touching mine. After pulling out the utensils from the plastic bag, he opens the styrofoam container showing the white rice covered with beans and sauce with sirloin tip pieces of steak sauteed with onions.
After placing the plastic fork in the containers, he turns to look at me. His brow furrows as those green eyes bouncebetween mine and my restrained hands. Finally looking back in my eyes, he gets a stern look on his face. “If I release you, you better stay calm and don’t try anything. Do you understand me?”
I just nod my head slowly. I don’t say anything, because I know he doesn’t want to hear me speak.
Looking in my eyes, taking in my demeanor, he pulls out his pocket knife and I stiffen, my eyes widening. The small intake of breath catches his attention and he looks at me. A sinister smile crosses his lips, as he turns more toward me on the bed. I already know he enjoys hurting me, I’m just really hoping this isn’t one of those times.
His other hand moves over me to lean on the bed, so he's crossed over my torso. Slowly, he opens the pocket knife with just his thumb. It’s more of a tactical knife, with how big the actual blade is. He brings the knife over my center area. Using the handle of it, he begins moving my camisole up my body, making me break out into goose bumps everywhere. He brings the handle all the way up to between my breasts, showing him the expanse of my stomach and part of my under boob.
“You always loved the way I touched you. Look at you panting for it now,” he whispers as he leans down and licks a trail from my navel up to where the knife handle is holding my shirt up.
Yes, I am panting, but not for the reason he is thinking. I am terrified of what I know he is capable of doing to me. He lifts my shirt up fully over my breasts to rest just under my neck and arms, showing him the piercings that he loves so much. He licks and sucks along my ribs, under my breasts, moving up to suck and bite down on my nipples, making me hiss.
Flattening out his tongue he licks over my nipple, and I can feel his eyes on me, but I have my head turned as far as it can go to the side. He bites hard making sure to capture my piercing between his teeth making me yell out. He only laughs as I try topull away but can’t go far. Moving up further, he leans in to kiss me, but my stomach takes that moment just then to growl, and loudly.
He chuckles darkly without humor and moves back a bit. Standing from the bed he leans over me placing his face right in front of mine. He stands there waiting for me to look at him. When I finally do, he is glaring at me. Like it’s my fault I’m hungry.
“I’m going to untie you. But if you try anything… and I mean anything… trust me when I say, you will learn the real definition of pain. Got me?” he grits out.
I nod quickly, not trusting my voice to answer. He stares in my eyes a little longer and finally relents. He closes the knife, shoving it in his front pocket. Untying my hands first. As he moves to the foot of the bed to untie my ankles I sit up. Pulling my arms close to my chest, I rub my wrists and then outer shoulders. My whole body is stiff as I sit there.
Once I am completely untied, Jason roughly grabs my ankles pulling them to drop off the side of the bed. He plops down on the bed to sit next to me. Shifting the table a bit, to center in front of both of us, he pulls the styrofoam right in front of me.
“Eat,” he commands and opens one of the bottles of water to drink down. He guzzles it, watching me from the side of his periphery.
I scoot a little more to the edge and gingerly lift the fork from the container. I bring a bit of the rice and beans to my lips and take the bite. Once he sees that I’m going to eat he begins to eat as well. We sit in silence while we both do. As we continue, it reminds me how different I am around him, and how much I changed when we were together. I’m not me anymore… I am who he made me. Someone who I no longer want to be.
Placing the fork in the empty container, I close it up. I take the half empty water bottle, bringing it to my lips I take a few sips. Jason stands up abruptly and begins tossing all the garbage in the empty bags. He ties the bags up, moves the table back against the wall and sits the bags on it.
Nervously, I begin to fiddle with the hem of my shirt, as I look to the ground. I see Jason’s feet move to stand in front of me. I keep tugging on my clothes hoping he doesn’t want what I think he does. Slowly, I shift my gaze up to meet his eyes as he stands over me. I stare up at him and the longer I look, it seems the madder he gets.
