Should I Or Should I Not?

Chapter 38

Mark's P.OV.

Mark: what have you done with (Y/N) jason?!

Jason: come now, is that the way you talk to an old friend?

Mark: answer the fucking question

Jason: oh i'm going to take real good care of her jefferson. Hm... by the way, seems like you haven't learned a thing have you?

"Learned what?" Was what i was going to type but i suddenly felt a great impact on the back of my skull and hit my head on the car window before falling to the ground. I could faintly hear whispers behind me.

"...geez i told you not to be too hard on him what if he died?"

"...sorry just couldn't resist y'know"

I heard foosteps that got closer to my ear, and something hovering over me that blocked out the sunlight. I looked up and i saw a smirking Jason. "You really do keep falling for the good ol' 'come outside i'll hit you from behind (*cough* that's what she said( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))' trick over and over again, how fucking dumb can you get?"

I was going to say something but i felt the life in me dying slowly, taking away my energy to speak. I felt my eyelids get heavier and soon the world around me became dark. The last thing i heard was the annoying laughter of the two men i despised the most.

Your P.O.V

I woke up dizzy and slowly took a moment to look around. I couldn't see much. I just saw myself in a large room... maybe a garage sized one with just about 5 lamps hanging from the ceiling. How did i get here...? I tried moving but something was preventing me from doing so. My arms were tied behind the chair i was sitting on, and so was my body. Ductape was around my mouth as well preventing me from yelling or speaking. Brings back memories am i right? *rolls eyes*

I'm not dreaming right...? They got rid of every ounce of drug in Mark's body... his boss? But he's in jail.... right?...i gotta get out of here...

So many questions were running through my mind. Suddenly i heard the lound sound of a door and with all the energy i had left i lifted my head up. My eyes widened. Two men were carrying a body dragging him across the floor walking in my direction. Mark?? What happened to him?? I was trying to yell but my yells were turned in to muffled sounds by the ductape. I couldn't speak.

As the two men walked towards me, a third guy came into the room bringing a chair and rope. He placed them behind me and made Mark sit on it. I couldn't really see who any of them were because they were wearing caps that prevented any form of light to touch their face. I squirmed trying to get out and made pointless soft whines as i did. The next thing I knew, I got slapped across the face and shushed by a familiar voice. "Shut the fuck up you bitch." My eyes widened and I felt myself tearing up. No... why did it have to be him...?