Toxic Love ↭ Jason McCann

Chapter 31: Suffering

Chapter 31: Suffering

Carter’s P.O.V

*FIVE DAYS LATER*

I sat at a large wooden table with many other women. They weren’t smiling, and they weren’t very talkative either. Johnson had taken every single one of us. Most of us were forced into sex, and other things. But, I’ve only been here for five and a half days. The worst I’ve gotten was a few punches in the face, but nothing too serious. I was starting to lose hope. I’m pretty sure that Jason had forgotten about me. I’m scared that I’m going to lose my life. Johnson carries around a silver knife that could cut me into pieces, and he threatens me with it. Yesterday I refused to eat, and he had taken out the knife, and placed it against my throat. Most of the women here had scars all over their bodies, I’m pretty sure that Johnson had made those scars.

The women at the table sat there while using their spoons to haul food into their mouths. They ate like pigs, and it’s probably because Johnson only feeds us once a day. It feels like I am a prisoner, and I’m not even motivated to escape. I’m too weak to escape, and I’d fail anyways. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this, but I had to of done something wrong. Is this what god has planned out for me? Am I supposed to suffer the rest of my life here? Am I never going to see Jason again?

After we finished eating Johnson, and his gang came in the room. One man scurried toward the woman that sat there in her lingerie. He was practically eye-raping the poor woman. She looked no older than twenty five, and she was beautiful. I could tell that she was holding back her tears as the guy rubbed her thigh. “Why don’t you leave her alone?” I spoke out. His eyes flickered towards me, and a devilish smirk grew across his face. Oh shit.

He walked towards me, and his smirk grew wider. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as he pulled my up from my seat. A whimper escaped my lips, but I didn’t want to show him that I was scared. He pulled me away from the table, and he pulled me up the staircase. What is he going to do to me?

He pushed me into a random room. He gripped my hair tighter as he pulled me towards the bed. I started to punch his chest, and kick his legs. I let out screams, but he still didn’t let go. He slapped me as hard as he could, and I felt myself fall down onto the bed. He hovered over top of me, and his eyes connected with mine. He positioned his head in the crook of my neck, and he nipped at the bare skin. His tongue danced around on my neck, and it didn’t feel good at all.

A few tears fell down my face as he pulled down my pants. “I’m so sorry.” I cried. “Please don’t do this.” I begged, and he chuckled. He ignored me and pulled off my shirt. “Baby, I’m going to make you feel good.” He positioned himself in between my legs, and forced himself in. “I bet Jason has never made you feel like this before.” He growled, and he was right. Jason has never made me feel like this before because Jason would never make me feel so dirty, and disgusted.

Jason’s P.O.V

*Flashback*

I opened my eyes, and rubbed them a bit. My back was aching, and my head was hurting. I began to rub my neck because it was so sore. I stood up from the concrete, and gazed at my surroundings. I was completely confused. Where was Carter? I dug my hands into my pocket, and pulled out my phone. I went through my contacts, and hit Chaz’s number. The phone rang for a bit, and then I finally heard Chaz. “Hey man, are you in Hawaii yet?” He asked. “I-I don’t know man. I’m in so much pain, and I woke up behind a dumpster. Carter is nowhere to be seen, and the last thing I remember was telling Carter that I loved her while we were on the airplane.” I whispered hoarsely. My throat was dry, and I was actually scared. “Let me track your phone. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Chaz said before the line was disconnected.

*Flashback over*

It’s been five days since I woke up behind a dumpster, five days since I told Carter I loved her, five days since I came face to face with Johnson and five days since I lost my baby. The gang and I had tried everything. I was started to lose my patients, and I admit that I have been crying a lot. First Jenna, and now Carter. I know that I am a horrible human being, and that I don’t deserve anything good in my life. But, don’t you think I deserve just a little bit of happiness? I have lost everyone who is important to me, and I don’t even know if Carter’s alive or not.

I want Carter so badly. All I want to do is hold her tight, and never let her go. I haven’t really expressed my feelings to her, but now I wish that I did. I need her back, and I am determined to find her. If I can’t have Carter then I might as well be dead, right? What’s the point in living if everything has been taken away from you? I swear that I used to be good. I used to be a nice kid, and I was really smart. I was definitely the weird one, and I didn’t have much friends. I was still a nice person though, but I ended up losing everything important to me anyways. After that, I became scary, mean, horrible and murderous. The only thing I had left was Jenna, but now she is gone, and so is Carter.

“Jason!” Kelly screamed. I shot my head up, and looked at her. “What?” I asked with annoyance laced in between my words. “Chaz found Carter’s location!” She squealed. I blinked once. I blinked twice. Then a huge smile spread across my face. “Please tell me that you’re being serious.” I said, and she nodded. “Why would I lie about something so serious?” She asked, and I smiled. “Then let’s get our guns, and finally end things with Johnson.” I muttered while running my fingers through my brown locks.

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