I Hate That I Love You (JeffxJane)

What We Could've Been 6

(Jane's POV)

(Flashback)

I was in a dark room tied to a chair. I was in complete daze for hours and didn't dare sleep. Then I heard the sound of a metal door opening. I bowed my head.

"Doll face~ wake up." I heard, but I pretended to sleep.

I was shocked to feel in contact with cold water.

"A**hole!" I screamed as my hair and clothes were soaked.

"You're awake after all. Now the fun can begin." I heard Randy menacingly say.

"What are you planning?" I spat.

"Why would I tell you? I'm not some stupid villain in a cartoon who would just blabber on about my entire plan so you can defeat me." He crossed his arms.

"Well, what do you know? The do*che can think after all." I remarked, it seems that his goons were insulted by that. One was threatening to hit me with the baseball bat he held.

"Uh pup up. No hitting girls. Remember?" Randy scolded.

Randy came closer and cupped my cheek.

"Be a good girl and behave. Unless." He pulled a knife out.

Again with this?

"You don't scare me." I growled.

"I know. Which is why I brought this too." He showed me a box. It held a cat, it was wearing Grinny's collar. And looked just like Grinny.

F*ck, why involve the cat?

"Liu and Jeff would be so upset if they found their little pet cut up in pieces. You wouldn't want this fur ball's blood on your hands would you?" He whispered. I heard him chuckle at my shivering demeanor.

"Tch."

I was angry and cold. This kid will not give up until he gets what he wants. If you ask me, so far he seems more of a killer than Jeff's been.

"Good. Now scream for me would ya?" He requested.

"What?" Is he using me as some sort of bait?

"Scream for help." He repeated.

"No." I frowned.

"Scream, or the cat gets it." The hilt of the knife was at its neck.

As much as I don't like that cat. Jeff and Liu will get upset. And I'd be guilty. Especially since it would be my fault.

How did I get myself caught so easily?

"Fine, I'll do it."

I screamed for help.

He didn't seem satisfied.

"Do it again." He ordered.

Tch if I had a knife I'd slit your throat with it.

I screamed again and again to the point that my throat hurt.

"There, see? Was that so bad?" He taunted. I didn't respond, my voice became raspy and dry.

"What's the matter? Can't talk anymore?" He lifted my chin and made me face him.

I spat on his face.

Once again the goons had their bats aimed to my head. He put a hand out to stop them as he wiped his face.

I looked up not at all backing down from my action.

"A feisty one as always. Try to control yourself and stop turning me on. Don't make me finish what we started days ago." Sick bastard.