The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Five: It Can Hurt

"Ow, let go! That hurts!" Jason loosened his grip on her, but didn't stop dragging her in the direction of the lake with him. "Where are you taking me? Stop!"

After a few moments of trying to twist out of his grip Lisa began punching him with her free arm. Her tiny fist had no effect on him, he didn't even look down at her. She soon realized where they were headed.

"I don't want to go to the lake! Take me back! Take me back!" She screamed.

Jason ignored her as she began to spout random insults up at him. As they passed through the forest she grabbed onto anything her hand touched. He yanked her off any tree branches she would grab onto. He was getting annoyed with her resistance and picked her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"Jason Voorhees put me down! Don't make me hurt you!" If he could laugh he would have in that moment. There was no way this small girl could inflict any pain on him with just her bare hands. She began pounding on his back with her fists.

Lisa knew her efforts were pointless, but there had to be something she could do. She didn't really care where she was going, but didn't like the thought of leaving her house a bloody mess. What if someone decided to come by and discovered the bloody mess she left in the kitchen? And if he wasn't going to kill her then what was he planning on doing with her? Was he taking her to his house, assuming he even had one? She wracked her brain trying to think of something anything.

The girl's feet dangled loosely and occasionally brushed his upper thigh. After a few moments the toes of her shoes began to feel around the front of his pants. He wondered what she was doing, or if she was even aware that she was doing it, but ignored her and tightened his grip around her.

Lisa could only think of one way to cause him pain. It worked on all guys so it might affect him just enough for him to drop her and give her a head start. She reached her leg back and kicked with as much force she could muster.

The girl's foot hit Jason right in his long forgotten crotch. An agonizing moan escaped the back of his throat. The unfamiliar pain shot through his groin and into his stomach. He buckled over dropping Lisa hard onto her back. Once she caught her breath she scrambled to her feet.

Jason fought the urge to vomit. What had she done to him? Why did it hurt so much? He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in more pain. He took in short breaths waiting for the pain to subside.

Lisa examined Jason as he sat on his knees hunched over in pain. She felt bad that she had to sink as low as kicking him in the balls, but it was all she could think of at the time. She didn't know exactly what to do now that her plan had worked, she didn't really plan that far ahead. If she ran she knew he would eventually catch up with her and probably kill her, or she could stay there and just let him do whatever it was he was intending to do with her. She shuttered when she thought of all the possibilities of how that could end.

He didn't seem to want to hurt her. Maybe he was just lonely? She could understand that. She herself had hated being alone so much that she continued to hang out with her dreadful trio of friends. She felt crazy for even thinking it, but maybe Jason could take her now deceased friends place. She slowly approached him.

Jason could feel his groin throbbing with pain, but it was more bearable now that the urge to vomit was gone. He lifted his head when he felt the girl's small hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Why was she still there? He thought she would have been halfway back to her house by now, and what did she care? She was the one who inflicted this pain upon him. The mere fact that she could cause him so much pain irritated him. He wanted to rip her head off with his bare hands.

No Jason! His mother's voice screamed in his ear as he reached for his machete. She's a good girl! You don't punish good girls! Only bad boys punish good girls! You're not bad are you Jason?

Trying to ignore the pain he jumped to his feet causing the girl to take a few steps back. He took long deep breaths trying to calm himself. He didn't want to upset mother, but this girl was already testing his patience. She eyed him nervously her eyes resting on the machete at his side. She took a few steps closing the distance between them.

"Lead the way." She held out her arm to him. That was something he didn't expect. Wasn't she just screaming at him to take her back home? He was still a bit furious so he took her arm and roughly yanked her closer and threw her over his shoulder once more. He was sure he had hurt her but she didn't complain this time. She hung there idly as he carried her towards the lake.