The Obsession

Silent Meeting

*Your POV*

Jason harhsly unlocked the chains from my ankles and wrists.

The coldness in his eyes was new to me.

I hated how miserable he looked.

All I want to do is apologize to him, but it's clear that it would take more than a simple apology to fix what I've done.

"W-where are we going?" I asked softly, completely afraid to speak to him.

"Just shut up and come with me." He answered rudely.

"You're lucky that I'm even letting you free. Don't say a word to me unless I tell you to do so, and that's a command."

I didn't bother testing him, because the grim expression on his face told me that if I uttered even one wrong word, I could get hurt.

Why did I ever take the happy Jason for granted?

His tight grip on my wrist relayed anger, and I'm sure I would expirience more of that as he took me to wherever we were going.

Jason didn't stop pulling me behind him until we got outside.

Why are we out here?

He eyed my outfit, which currently consisted of his old jeans, and my pajama top that he kidnapped me with.

More frustration filled his entire face, and he grabbed hold of my shirt.

In one rapid motion, he had ripped it, yanking it off.

I stared at him in horror.

But I was too afraid to move or speak, not wanting him to attack me.

Next, he held onto the pair of jeans that I wore and tore them.

So I stood there, in ragged clothing and basically half naked while Jason continued to stare me down.

He opened the black van in the driveway and threw a silver dress at me.

"Put that on. Now." He ordered, and climbed into the vehicle.

I didn't know what to do, so I slipped into the dress and pulled off the torn pair of pants.

As expected, this dress didn't cover any of my features anymore than the other red one had.

But, I don't have a choice as to whether I wanted to wear it or not, because Jason's temper is not one that I should mess with right now.

So I entered the van with Jason and saw that Mark was in the driver's seat.

He must've seen everything.

I don't blame him for not interfering.

Jason's anger was not something to screw around with.

Without a single exchange of words, Mark started the van's engine and drove off.

The entire ride was silent, nobody said anything.

A full hour later, the van pulled up at a fancy looking restaurant.

I glanced up at a huge sign on the building.

"La Luna" it read.

Jason immediately assumed a position behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Do exactly as I say." He hissed into my ear.

We proceeded towards the building.

Before we went inside through the entrace, Mark stopped us.