The Obsession

Deep Emotions

*Your POV*

I could imagine my kidnapper being unpleasantly surprised when he found out that I was no longer on the wall.

I was right.

"How did you get down from there?" He asked.

"I have my methods." I answered.

"You're pretty bold, aren't you?" He smirked, backing me against the wall.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"It's Jason babe." He replied.

"Well Jason, I advise you get off me right now, or you won't like the consequences." I warned him.

"Is that a threat?" He asked.

"No," I muttered.

I grabbed onto his shirt and turned him around, slamming his back into the wall.

"It's a promise. I'm not to be f*cked with, Jason."

*Jason's POV*

I stared at Y/N in awe.

She had totally owned me by pinning me to the wall like that.

She's definitely a strong person.

I liked that.

"I actually came in here for a reason." I stated.

"And what reason would that be?" She inquired, not letting me go.

"I'm taking you to an important exchange."

"What sort of exchange?" She continued to quiz me.

"An illegal one." I answered honestly.

"What?" She asked.

"No, I'm not taking part in any illegal activity. Especially with you."

"You have to." I said.

"It's not a request, it's an order."

"And what exactly can you do if I don't listen?" She laughed.

"You don't even want to know." I murmured with a smirk.

She backed off of me.

"Alright, but first can you tell me something?"

"That depends on what you want to know." I explained.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"Anyway...when we get to the exchange, you can't call me Jason." I dismissed her question.

"You didn't answer m-" Y/N protested.

"As I was saying, don't call me Jason. Pretend you don't know me at all." I interjected again.

"Whatever." Y/N rolled her eyes.
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"Yeah, I'm not wearing that for two very good reasons." Y/N announced.

"Reason one being that it doesn't cover anything and reason two being all the negative attention I will attract."

"Just trust me and put on the dress." I said for the thousandth time.

"Trust you?" She yelled.

"You kidnapped me! There's not much trust in that sort of action!"

I grabbed her wrists and spun her to face me.

"Listen to me Y/N," I muttered, starting to lose my patience.

"You will wear that dress, because if you don't, you won't like what's going to happen."

"What could you possibly do that's worse than what you've already done?" She tested me.

"Oh, it's not what I'll do. It's what they will do." I explained.

"'They'?" She questioned, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes." I confirmed.

"So I suggest you do what I say."

"I'll do it." She agreed.

"But I won't like it."

After Y/N had gone to change, I went to fix my appearance.

Y/N had so much attitude...it was cute, but annoying too.

I wonder if she would ever love me, or if we could ever be in a relationship together.

Mark burst into my room.

"Change of plans Jason." He said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The gang we're exchanging with." He uttered, hardly daring to breathe.

"They're coming here."

*Your POV*

"I hate him so much!" I yelled, staring at the dress.

The silky red cloth could hardly be called a piece of clothing, let alone a dress.

It covered nothing.

"Where did he even get this from?" I mumbled in disgust.

I slipped on the dress and looked myself over in the mirror.

It didn't look half bad on me.

The only problem was that I didn't want Jason to see me wearing this, because it is way too revealing.

But of course, my choice in whether I wanted to wear this or not was eliminated because of Jason.

He's so demanding, it annoys the hell out of me.

I left the bathroom, and waited in the living room.

Jason was already there, sprawled on his couch.

There was an immediate spark behind in his eyes when he saw me, and a mischievous grin formed on his face.

"You look stunning." He smirked.

"Stop looking at me like that." I hissed.

"Why? You look sexy." He laughed, eyeing me once more.

I didn't want to admit it, but Jason looked really nice too.

He wore a semi formal white tuxedo, and and classy black shoes.

His hair was perfectly styled in a brunette quiff, and he smelled like pinecones.

Which was pretty pleasant.

"Stop looking at me like that." Jason spoke seriously, mimicking my tone of voice, then laughing when I snapped out of my trance.

"Now we're even." He said, and a pounding sound was heard at the front door.

"They're here." He whispered.

"Okay, be on your absolute best behavior, and remember: Do not call me Jason."

"Be on your best behavior?" I asked.

"How old do you think I am?"

I didn't receive an answer, because Jason was already letting our guests in.

After greeting them, Jason returned to me.

"Do not call me Jason." He whispered.

Yeah, I get it.

That's the end of Part 7 :)
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