Sins ♕ / Justin Bieber / Jason McCann / Shawn Mendes

[4] Torture

The car pulled at a house hidden by the suburbs of wherever we were. It was black and white and way bigger than my house. Jason unlocked the door with a remote and held my arm tightly. He pulled me out and locked the car before dragging me to the front door.

I grumbled annoyed as I was tired and he was being so harsh. He used the same black remote control to open the front door, which I noticed it was armoured. He pushed me inside making me fall by the entrance.

I checked around me and saw the kitchen to my left and the living room just after the entrance. I couldn't analyse things in detail since Jason was already kicking me to stand up. I heard some fighting sounds over the TV which was switched on. I stood and saw a skinny girl with straight fawn hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were the same colour as Jason's and she looked a couple of years younger than me.

-"She looks so pretty"- She said when she noticed my presence. I faintly smiled even though I was confused. I didn't look decent enough, I was covered in my own sweat my hair was wet and messy and I had no make-up on, letting aside my clothes were wrinkled and bad handled.

Jason held me by my hair and I grabbed the roots to prevent further pain. He made me stand as if I was a dog and dragged me towards a closed door by a corridor to the left of the living room. The door had a panel with numbers, as if it was an alarm. I couldn't see much but Jason pressed six numbers and the door emitted a positive sound as it opened.

He threw me inside and I fell down stairs to a cold and dark room. He closed the room behind him making sure it was locked. I could barely see anything due to the darkness until Jason switched on the lights.

My eyes widened in pure horror. There was a large table which followed the wall. On top of the table there were several knifes and sharp cutting objects like axes. The walls had guns hanging from them and there were torture machines at the back of the room, everything looked like taken out from a horror movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes mixed with The Cutting Room.

-"Welcome to you new house"- Jason mocked me as I flinched in fear. He was a producer masochist with kidnapping issues.

He held me up by my waist hand threw me over his shoulder. I started to scream and punch his back as well as kick his stomach. He was like iron, I could not hurt him at all.
He set me on a machine which held me still by my wrists and ankles. The machine was movible so he could place me in any position he wanted.

-"Let's have a pre-test"- He whispered by my ear as I forcefully fought against the machine with unsuccessful results.

He walked over the table and my breathing got heavier. I had no idea of what his intentions were but I didn't want to find out. He held a long knife up so I could see it and my eyes started to get watery. He laughed and rested the knife back on the desk. He scrolled through his items until he stopped at one which I couldn't see from my position. He grabbed it and walked back towards me.

I saw the dark thick whip with several leather straps at the end. I knew what he intended to do and I didn't want to 'pre-test' anything.
He looked at the whip and switched gazes to my body. I tried to move feeling uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and let the whip jerk forward before pulling back letting the straps collide with my jeans. I screamed in pain as I felt my thigh heating up. Even with the piece protecting my skin the pain was strong.

He repeated the same steps over and over on different parts of my body until he decided to stop. My face was drowning in tears and my body felt heavy.

He nodded satisfied as he walked back towards the table. I saw him writing something on a notebook. I started to breath as I had no idea what he wanted to test now.