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Chapter 41

Krissy's POV

"JASON PLEASE!", I shout. The sound of Jason's manic blows to the space beside my head still rings loudly in my ears.

The threatening act immediately made all the tiny hairs on my skin spike up as I was ripped out of my smutty drunkenness and into a sudden flight or fight mode, leaving my brain little time to comprehend the bipolar nature of this current situation. But when my mind did, it took into consideration both my stiffening fear and the weakness my near second orgasm caused me, and very sensibly chose to flee.

Doing as my brain commanded, I brought my hand from my side and began to claw at Jason's hand in an attempt to escape him but it was physically impossible. Jason's hand was clamped down hard at my throat keeping my body cemented to the door behind me, making any movement from me only bring about pain.

With a pleading look on my face, I tilted my head ever so slightly up, wincing at the action, but needing to look at Jason right in the eyes, to let him know I was sorry for touching him, to affirm that no man had taught me how to give a hand-job, to plead my case for him to free me. But the moment my eyes did meet his, the words I had planned to say evaporated on my tongue because was there even a point in talking when you're really the only person in the room?

No. But fuck it!

"NO ONE TAUght me", my voice became increasingly quiet as the air inside me descended.
Although my attempt received my predicted outcome, I still frowned deeply when Jason's ever-strong grip on my neck didn't let up and the intense emptiness of his glare refused to soften.
I scoffed at myself mentally. All those times since we had reunited where I had said I saw old Jason was complete bullshit because THIS was old Jason!
Our four years apart must have numbed my memory to what Jason could really be like in this state, but it's all flooding back to me now; the Jason who beat up Tyler, the one the night we broke up...yep this is him alright, but older, stronger and completely gone in the eyes.

"No one taught me", I repeated, my voice wheezing out, but he didn't respond...rather he couldn't respond.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, now looking up into Jason's I could see that his soul was far removed, stuck deep in the sunken place of his mind where I was the girl who betrayed him and whored around for the past four years.
At the sound of my pleading voice Jason's eyes narrowed in on mine. The vein on his neck flexed with the clench of his jaw, and I could tell that his half-conscious mind was conjuring up the wildest conclusions about me.

Fuck my life!

My unfortune in this moment was painfully obvious, but not as painful as what felt like the narrowing of my windpipe.

I continued to struggle against Jason's hand, physically trying to pull his fingers one by one from around my throat, but I couldn't even make them budge.
With my head uncomfortably hard against the door, I attempted to look around the hotel study for a distraction, something to hit him with, a book maybe? Anything that would free me from his clamp, but it was no use, his body was like a tower blocking out the sight of anything but him and his frozen glare.

"Jason please, I know you can hear me", I begged in hope that somehow he could.
I was in complete disbelief that what felt like two blinks ago, I was clawing for his touch, every erogenous zone on me was still alight with the pleasure his hands and mouth brought them. But now his touch felt like hot accusation and it was suffocating (literally) and I wanted nothing more than it OFF my body.

With a pressure building in my head, I began to feel a sting in my right eye followed by the feeling that a tear was threatening to fall. It was a sign that the air in my lungs had become dangerously low, that time was running out and I needed to quickly think of a way to free myself.
But I hadn't gone toe-to-toe with old Jason in years, and I was overtly out of practice.
Maybe I should just wait until I lose consciousness and faint? I'm sure my limp body falling to the floor would be enough to break him from this trance-like state.
But who's to say it would? Jason could be so fucking unpredictable; it wouldn't be the smartest thing to leave my life in his hands.