Obsessed > Jason McCann

Chapter 14.

-Lexi-

I slowly opened my eyes. I was tired. My body ached. I just wished I was back home, with Jason. I felt safe whenever I was with him.

In that moment, I didn't feel safe at all. I felt completely vulnerable. No one was here to help me.

My body was shaking and I was sweating hot. I felt sick and scared.

I didn't know who them people were, but I did know that they were dangerous. Not the type of guys that anybody should mess with. Then again, I thought the same about Jason.

The lights turned on and I cast my eyes around the room. I was lying on a bed, with my arms and legs tied to the posts at the ends.

The door swung open and I felt like crying once I saw who was there.

It was the man that pulled me out of Jason's arms.

Fear, anger, sadness, all the emotions I didn't want to feel, spread across my face. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I fought to not let them fall.

He walked towards the bed and a grin spread across his face, which made my body tense up.

I closed my eyes and prayed he would go away.

Suddenly I felt a cold hand wrap around my ankle. I wanted so bad to look but I didn't let myself. I kept my eyes closed. I felt his breath trace my body as he climbed up my body until I could feel his hot breath on my face.

I still kept my eyes shut.

"How long have you and Jasey been together then, darling" he said. I clenched my teeth at the nickname he had given Jason.

I tried so hard to keep my eyes and mouth shut. However, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I opened a my eyes. "Get off of me!" I screamed, wanting him off of me.

He traced his hand down my leg and stopped at my trouser line. As soon as he did so, I realised why I was tied to a bed.

"N-no" I whimpered.

I regret it afterwards because it seemed to make him want it more. His grin grew wider. I clenched my fists, barely able to move them because of how tight they were tied.

He began lifting my top up. He carried on lifting it and then placed it over my eyes, as he couldn't take it over my head. My upper half of my body was now exposed because for some reason my bra was already gone.

I felt him grab my body. I squirmed and wriggled, trying everything I could to get out of his grasp. I felt the ropes cut into my skin as I moved.

He began lowering my trousers, which made me scream. "Please, don't do this" I cried.

Tears fell from my eyes, soaking my cheeks as they travelled down.

I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. Once my trousers we off, he began lowering my underwear until my body was fully exposed.

If there was any moment I wanted Jason more than ever, it was then. Hell, I'd rather be with anyone than be in that situation. I would have rather been dead.

I heard him unbuckling his belt.
I tightened my eyes as tight as I could as tears fell down my already wet cheeks.

A few minutes later I heard a kind of slapping sound. I instantly knew exactly what he was doing and the thought made me want to vomit.

I thought the day Jason kidnapped me was the worst day of my life. Boy was I wrong.

That, was the worst day of my life.

I wanted nothing more than to just be held in Jason's arms. For him to tell me that this was all just a dream. That everything would be okay. However, I knew that wouldn't happen. Because it was real, it was happening.

I felt him lower himself down onto me. I cried and pleaded for him to stop. I knew it would make me look weak, but I didn't care. I would have done anything to get this man to stop.

I felt something hard hit my leg and knowing what it was, made me throw up.

The fluid flowed out of my mouth and all over my chest.

His face switched from an evil grin, to an evil frown. Then, he raised his hand and slapped me across the face. The sharp pain rushed across my cheek as I howled in pain.

Anyone would have thought that would have made him stop... but it didn't.

He rubbed his tip against my stomach and began lowering it down my body, moving his hand up and down it as he went.

He stoped for a moment and then the most evil grin I had ever seen on anybody came onto his face.

I looked up at him, fear clearly plastered all over my face.

I screamed. As loud as I possibly could. In hope that somebody, anyone would hear me.

I don't care who it would have been, I just wanted to get out of this. The loud rings ran through my head. Giving me a horrible headache. But, that was the least of my worries right now. A headache was nothing in what was happening to me right now.

His face turned angry. "Shut up, bitch" he spat. Saliva sprayed from his mouth all over me.

I felt so disgusting.