The Obsession

Seperated

*Jason's POV*

My eyes opened slowly, they were heavy and hard to lift.

I must've been knocked out at the warehouse.

Glancing around with only a slight sense of alertness, I scanned the area.

Wherever I was, it was dark and not very big.

When I tried to stretch out, my feet grazed something solid.

I reached over to it, but couldn't because my arms were tied up.

That's when I realized.

Y/N was nowhere in sight.

Alarm started to sink in when the seriousness of the situation heightened.

"Mark?" I tried to call out, but was prevented from the action by a cloth gag.

No answer.

I was finally getting a taste of my own medicine.

I guess this was payback for me kidnapping Y/N.

But that wasn't important.

I had to get out of here.

Struggling intensely against the ropes, I managed to loosen and remove them.

I spat the gag from my mouth and felt my way around the mysterious space.

After a good fifteen minutes of searching for a light switch or door or anything, the realization that I was getting nowhere struck.

Grunting in frustration, I rummaged through the pockets of my hoodie for anything useful.

All I had on me was a paperclip, twenty bucks, stray lint, and a keychain flashlight.

As a notorious criminal, I am less prepared for this situation than I should be.

But at least the flashlight would come in handy since I was in a dark place.

I switched it on and saw that I was in some sort of metal paneled box.

The panels were thin and bent slightly under my wait, so all I had to do was find a loose one to escape. 

Luckily there was a loose panel on the right side of the box, and after giving it a small push, it slid out of the way.

Even with no tools on me, I could still escape a puny box.

The box happened to be in a even darker and musty room. I think it was a basement.

There were two othere boxes next to mine, and the one closest my box was shaking.

I climbed fully from my box and went closer to it.

Without hesitation, I kicked a panel in, and inside the box was Mark.

He was wide awake, and his ropes had been taken off.

"Thanks man." Mark thanked me.

"It was getting cramped in there."

"No problem..." I replied a bit dismissively as I headed over to the final box.

I was more than happy to release Y/N from the enclosed metal prison.

I peeled a panel from the box, and shined my flashlight inside.

Rage filled me when I realized that Y/N wasn't there.

There were only bags of powdered drugs in the container.

"Who did this guy say he was when we scheduled an exchange with him?" I asked Mark.

"He told me his name was William. But for some reason he really wanted me to call him Mr.Fayne."

"Well I hope Mr.Fayne knows what's coming for him. Because this definitely won't end well." I growled.
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We completed a thorough search of the room before confirming that there were no other boxes.

Meaning Y/N wasn't there either.

"Alright Mark, here's the plan. We'll  split up. You go right, I go left. If you find her, text me." I clarified.

"And what if I don't find her?" He inquired.

I chuckled in a low tone.

"Don't even bother coming back to me if you can't locate her." I whispered, my face even darker than my voice.

Mark looked frightened, then nodded.

We walked in our separate directions, and I thought about what I just said to him.

I had never used that tone of voice when talking to Mark before.

My obsession with Y/N was changing me, and not entirely for the better.

*Your POV*

"If you really think that keeping me here will work, you're mistaken." I said to the man pacing in front of me.

He was smoking a joint, and smirked at my words.

"Listen to me little girl, your little friend can't do anything for you. He's just as trapped as you are." He laughed, kneeling in front of me.

"You really don't know him, do you?" I asked, becoming more prideful.

"You don't know how persistent he is when facing a challenge, or how much he hates when people oppose him. You especially don't know how much he cares about me."

The man cackled, continuing to smoke.

"And what might his name be? You haven't said it yet." He spoke.

Jason's words went through my mind again.

"...in this industry, names are dangerous."

This man must think I don't know that.

So I decided to play along.

"His name? It's Paul." I lied.

The man looked at me and let out an ear piercing laugh.

"You don't know how stupid and foolish you are for telling me that." He snickered.

No, you don't know how stupid and foolish you are, because you fell right for my trick.

That's the end of Part 16 :)
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