Guns & Roses

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Azalea's POV

Jason didn't do anything to me last night, he let me shower and go to sleep with him but I can't help but fear what he's planning. I was wide awake with a major hangover and laying in bed next to Jason, he had his arms around my waist snuggling his face in my side. Jason stirred a little before his eyes opened. “Good morning kitten, ready for your punishment?” He sang a little too happy that he was going to put me through torture.

I mumbled a whatever only loud enough for me to hear and watched as he slipped out of bed disappearing downstairs. I didn't bother following him, I only sat in the bed thinking about what he could do to me and I shuddered at every thought. I heard the front door open and close and some voices. Oh my gosh, what does he have planned? I thought as I nervously pulled my knees to my chest.

The sound of people coming up the stairs made my heart pound and I wanted to claw my ears off when I heard a high pitched voice say, “Oh Jasey you're so handsome.” Oh my gosh, is his plan to make me listen to that all day? Whatever that is, it isn't pleasant. I felt like a caged animal ready to attack whatever that was causing my ears pain. The door was swung open and my heart began to beat faster.

Jason walked in with a blonde bimbo following behind him. She wore too much make up and her clothes showed everything she had. Disgusting, where's her self respect? Jason carried a chair and a pair of handcuffs. What the fuck? Jason sat the chair in front of the bed and I tilted my head at him in curiosity. “Azalea, come here.” He ordered an evil smirk on his face. I hesitantly walked over to the chair.

Jason sat me down in the chair and handcuffed my hand to the chair. What the hell? “Welcome to hell Azalea.” Jason said winking at me before closing the door and leading the bimbo to the bed. Oh my gosh. What the fuck. He began to kiss her along her neck and she let out a squeal making me want to rip my own fucking ears off. He threw her on the bed and began to play with her chest. I'm going to fucking die.

My blood boiled and I felt rage fill me. I couldn't control what happened next. I used my free hand to take the bobbie pen in my hair and pick the lock to the handcuff that connected me to the chair. I freed my hand and smirked to myself. That motherfucker was about to take the whore's shirt off when I grabbed his gun he kept hidden from under the dresser. Dumb ass. The sound of a bullet being clicked into place caused the two to stop and the whore let out a high pitched scream considering I had the gun pointed at her.

I was too busy laughing at the screaming whore that I hadn't noticed Jason leave the bed. He grabbed me and knocked the gun out of my hands. Fuck Azalea. I groaned as Jason rushed me out of the room. “You've been a very bad girl Azalea and now your punishment is being increased.” Jason explained talking to me like I was a child and I wanted to do nothing but kill that bitch upstairs.

He lead me into a basement that had shackles on the wall and he forced me against the wall when I struggled against him. He shackled me to the wall and groaned, he left me down here to die. A few minutes passed before the sound of a head board hitting the wall filled my ears and I heard, “Oh Jasey you're the best.” The need to rip off my ears increased and I wanted to bang my head against the wall. The sound of two apes making love finally ended after an hour and I was officially scarred for life.

The sound of the front door opening and closing was music to my ears. The basement door opened and Jason came walking in wearing nothing but jogging pants. Ew. “Enjoy the music kitten?” He asked batting his eyelashes at me with innocent eyes. I looked the other way, I couldn't look him in the eyes. “Look at me when I'm talking to you kitten.” He ordered.

I raised my head slightly just enough to barely look at him and shook my head disapprovingly. “I'm glad you and your whore had fun.” I snapped glaring at him. He smirked at me and went to kiss me on the neck but I moved my head. “Don't fucking touch me.” I snapped.

He let out a sigh before taking out a key and undoing the shackles. “You had to have your punishment.” He said looking at me with sorrow eyes. I shrugged and rolled my eyes. Whatever.

“I need to shoot something.” I muttered before running upstairs, reluctantly going into the bedroom. The sheets were a mess and I think I saw her thong in the corner of the room. Gross. I walked over to the closet taking out a pair of jogging pants and a red long sleeve shirt. I rushed out of the room not wanting to be in the atmosphere of sex and rushed into the bathroom. I slipped into the shower and scrubbing my skin until it was red. I felt dirty after just hearing that.

I turned off the water and put on the clothes before an idea struck in my head.