Taken

Ch. 15

*** Jakes pov continued ***

I woke up laying on something hard and cold.

I tried to get up but I couldn't I was strapped down to something.

Then the events from before hit me like a freight train.

Oh god.

I cant go through this again.

"Wake up Jakeyy"
Said Nathan.

Nathan wAs in his police uniform.

Great.

"Nathan why am i here."

"You know dam well why your here Jake."

Seriously Nathan.

I responded with a loud sigh. Which earned me a slap across the face, with his baton.

Lucky me.

"Seriously Nathan let me go."

I was actually starting to get worried.

"Yeah, no."

Nathan then got up and walked over to the cabinet that held the torture utensils.

He pulled out a tattoo gun.

"So Jake were do you want this?" Nathan asked holding up the tattoo gun.

"What?"
I asked, truly confused with what he's hinting at.

"What was that Jake," he paused for a moment before continuing, "the stomach you said."

Nathan then held up the tattoo gun and plunged it into the side of my stomach, a few inches away from my stab wound which surprisingly doesn't hurt anymore.

But then a new pain formed as Nathan was cutting me open with the tattoo gun.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING."

Nathan didn't answer me he just kept concentrating on my side and humming some song.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK!"

I looked down and saw my side completely cut open.

Nathan went back over to the table, and grabbed some ink for the tattoo gun.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

Nathan finally answered me.

"Im marking you. Incase you haven't noticed, your mine."

I sat there shocked.

REALLY.

"YOU THINK YOU OWN ME!" Nathan nodded 'yes' "WELL YOUR WRONG."

"No Jake your wrong."

I sat there with a confused expression on my face.

"Jake i faked your death, no one knows your alive, everyone thinks your dead, therefore your mine."

After that Nathan fired up the tattoo gun and started to tattoo next to my freshly opened skin.

After a few hours of agonizing pain Nathan was done.
I looked down at my side and was shocked. It was a simple tattoo of the words 'If found please return, and had Nathan's phone number under it.'
But what shocked me the most, was that within the 2 or 3 hours Nathan was taking to complete the tattoo he only wrote those 4 words.

I took a closer look at the tattoo and realized that it was traced over, a lot, like too much.
Each letter was a deep gash.

Oh gosh this will never go away.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?"

"I proved you wrong. Now you'll always know that your mine."
Nathan simply stated.

I spit in his face.

"Fuck. You."

Nathan got up very angrily and walked over to the table and picked up a incision knife.

He walked over to me with a crazed look in his eye.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!"

His sudden change in voice and the look in his eye was really scaring me.

"Nathan im-"

I was cut off by a small stab in the arm, and the leg, and the side, and the thigh, and the hand, and the cheek, and the chest, and the other arm, and the other leg.

I lost track of the places i was being stabbed.

Nathan was going insane, and wasn't stopping.

I let a blood curdling scream escape.

I know not very manly but still, it hurt like a bitch.

"NATHAN PLEASE STOP! YOUR GETTING OUT OF CONTROL!"
I pleaded with everything i had left.

"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO JAKE!"

Nathan then increased speed and started stabbing me faster and harder.

I felt my eyelids growing heavy and i glanced down at the floor to see it covered in blood.

My blood.

I closed my eyes, and my body became warm and i welcomed the feeling.

I felt at peace.

I felt myself slipping away.

And i didn't fight it.