The Obsession

Cold Shoulder

*Your POV*

Searing pain pulsed through me while I lay on the floor.

I coughed up a sticky liquid from my mouth.

Blood.

Jason was no longer in the room.

Everything seemed distant and far away...

The room started spinning, and I blacked out.
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The next time I woke up was on a floor.

Not Jason's bedroom carpet, but a cold marble tiled floor.

My eyelids sagged open.

I glanced at my wrists, and saw that they were chained to the floor.

So were my legs.

Fortunately, the room was bright, but only because of a single window on the wall farthest from me.

There were no lights.

Meaning as soon as the sun went down, I'd be sitting in the dark.

Why had I complained before?

The way Jason had previously treated me was nothing compared to this.

Having no way else to express my emotions, I screamed.

And I kept on screaming.

My screams eventually turned into loud, broken, sobs.

"Is this what you wanted?" A voice asked.

Jason.

He was standing in the doorway of the room, which wasn't open before.

His usual smirk was gone, now replaced with a dark scowl.

He paced over to me and lifted my chin.

"Well, is it?" He asked.

"N-no..." I muttered.

"Get used to this Y/N, because it's where you'll spend your time from now on." He explained.

"Take a good look around. But not too good, you don't want to get bored of your surroundings yet."

I panicked.

"How long are you planning to keep me here?" I questioned.

"A while." He replied.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"But don't worry," He whispered.

He walked back over to the door, and stepped outside the room, about to close it.

"Just remember that I love you."

*Jason's POV*

Imprisoning Y/N in the basement was the least cruel thing to do to her.

There were so many things that I could've done to hurt her...but I stopped myself from doing them.

I didn't want to kill her.

I simply wanted to punish her for what she almost did.

All I'd ever asked from Y/N was her unconditional love.

But I guess that was too much for her to give.

I retrieved a pack of cigarettes from my room and a pack of beer from the fridge.

If I drank and smoked, could all of this go away?

I wish Mark was here, but he was out on a solo mission.

Now was the time that I needed him the most.

In complete anger, I hurled a bottle of beer across the room.

It broke on the hard wood floor.

Heavy smoke curled into the air as I began puffing a cigarette.

I'm still traumatized from waking up to a knife that was less than a centimeter close to my chest.

It's not the worst thing I've ever expirienced, but the person who did it made me more afraid than the crime itself.

After letting Y/N so close to me, I couldn't help but feel utterly betrayed by what she could've done.

I badly wanted to give her another chance, but my broken heart persuaded me not to.

Every second I tried to get my mind away from her, my heart fractured even more.

I shouldn't have let her influence me so much.

I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Why does she affect me so much?

My depressed mind began to wander.

Did she lie about loving me?

What if it was just some silly and stupid act...?

My mind wouldn't rest until it had answers.

I ran back downstairs to the basement and grabbed Y/N.

"Do you...do you really love me?" I inquired, tears brimming my eyes.

I've never felt more broken and destroyed than now.

"I..." She murmured.

"I do."

Exhilaration powered through me, and I pressed my lips onto hers.

That's the last kiss I will ever willfully give her.

"I hate you for this." I half laughed and cried.

"I hate you so much."

My open palm smacked her across the face.

It felt good to do that...and awful at the very same time.

What is wrong with me?

Y/N looked stunned.

She stared at me with a shocked expression one her face, holding the cheek that I had slapped.

"You're never leaving here again...you know that, right?" I said to her.

There was no more love in this situation.

I gripped her wrists and pulled her forward.

"Y/N you're mine now, I control you and everything that you do. You no longer have freedom here. Whenever I tell you to do something, you do it." I told her.

"And I don't care about how much you love me, or how much I care for you. I'm putting those feelings aside. Because I truly own you now. This isn't just an obsession anymore, it's torture."

I let her go and went to the door of the basement again.

Maybe my heart was becoming cold again after Y/N broke it.

I don't know what's happening to me.

But what I do know is, the old Jason is back.

That's the end of Part 20 :)
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