You're All That Matters To Me

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Talia

I pulled away, shocked at what I had just done. Jason tried going in for a second kiss.

"No, this is wrong," I stated this while stopping him.

"But did it feel wrong?" He asked.

I was utterly silent.

Jason then tried again, and as much as I wanted to, I stopped him. "No, I don't want to do this," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Alright, what do you want to do?" He asked me.

"Just relax," I responded as I melted into his arms.

"And yet, you don't want to kiss me." He mocked me.

"If you are grateful, you will receive anything. "I responded, to which he laughed.

"Fine. Not complaining." He responded and kissed my forehead.

He had to know what he was doing; forehead kisses are a woman's biggest weakness. This has to be a manipulation tactic. The audacity of this man to kiss my forehead

"Do you need anything?" He then asked me.

"To be let out," I responded in a monotone.

"We can't do that." He commented.

"Then to be left alone for a bit at the very least," I suggested.

"That's fine," Jason said as he led me to a guest bedroom with a working window. "No running off." He spoke sternly.

"I'm not trying to, and I'm not dumb," I responded and lay in bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"About not being dumb or escaping?" I asked him.

"The escaping was obvious." He responded.

"I'm sure; I know what you're capable of," I said to him.

"Good girl." He said that and left me to do my thing.

What am I feeling towards him? I cannot tell. I hate this. I want to hate this man for everything he's done to me, but why can't I hate him? I thought to myself and broke down in tears.

*Jason's POV*

I sat alone in the living room, thinking about what just happened. My plan is working, so why am I upset? It doesn't feel organic; maybe that's why. I did, after all, lock her up and torture her, and this is what is happening. It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast but is more graphic.

I want to go in there and talk to her, but I don't think that's a good idea. I realized this and then just sat there in the living room contemplating my life decisions. If I were to meet her normally, would she give me a chance? I thought to myself. Being this monster is all I've ever known; it's also how my parents met; then again, my mother died, and my father turned out to be a massive asshole.

After thinking for a while, I decided to just give Talia the space she needed; she knows better than to escape, so I don't see a reason for me to be worried.

I put on a show and just started watching. After an hour, I went to check on her and see how she was doing.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked her.

"I'm fine." I could hear the sobs in her voice.

"You don't sound fine," I said and sat on the bed next to her.

"Jason, I'm honestly fine; I just had to cry it out." She responded while emerging from the sheets. "I want to hate you for everything you've done for me, for all the blood and tears, scars, pain, hurt, and trauma, but being around you has somehow made me fall in love with you." She said, and while I realized my plan worked, a wave of sadness just swallowed me.

"What's wrong, Jason?" She asked. "Isn't that what you wanted?" She followed up. I'm assuming my reaction was very obvious.

"Yes, it is what I wanted." But it also doesn't feel natural, okay, or good that this happened. It feels wrong. Maybe under a different circumstance, it would've felt incredible. "Talia, I love you a lot; I just wish I didn't kidnap you so that you could naturally fall for me," I said in a sad tone.

"Either way, I would've fallen for you, Jason." She stated.

"That's good to hear," I responded. "But are you sure?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Probably yeah." She chuckled as she got up.

I looked into her green eyes and placed my index finger under her chin and my thumb gently on it, delicately pulling her over to me and connecting our lips.

The kiss lasted a couple of seconds, but it was incredible.

"You're the best thing to happen to me," I whispered to her.

"And vice versa to an extent." She chuckled in response.

"I take that as a win, still." I smiled in response. "But you're a fantastic girl; I wish I had treated you differently."

"Don't worry, hopefully, therapy will fix that." She laughed.

"Maybe." I sighed, looking at the scars on her body that I had caused.

"I wanted tattoos, so I guess I got a special kind from you." She stated.

"Aren't scar tattoos an actual thing, though?" I asked her.

"All tattoos are scars, but yes, there are ones that you get from where the artist cuts into your skin." She explained.

"You know a lot about tattoos," I commented.

"I got bored one time you left and watched some show on them; It was very weird at times." She responded with a giggle.

"As you can tell, I enjoy a good tattoo," I said while showing her my sleeves.

"I can tell, and they look so good." She responded.

"You'd look good in some too," I said.

"Maybe someday," she replied.

Cedric

I looked through the window, watching Talia and Jason interact. This will be so satisfying, ripping them apart like this. Who knows? Maybe I'll also kill off Talia just to finish off Jason's job.