What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Seventy Five || Dripping Blood and Revenge

James's POV

Never in my life have I been so absolutely disordered.

I stare at Jason as he cleans the dry blood off the knife. He's careful with the blade, avoiding putting his finger prints on the metal. I try to concentrate on what is going on around me, but that red band on Jason's jacket beats down on my eyes. If he's a part of these idiots.... I don't... I don't know what I'll do because I'll probably be dead. Both people who were supposed to save me are in this room and they are doing no saving.

Have I been betrayed?

God, what the fuck is going on here?

The moment that Jason finishes, he steps away from the table. He's about to leave the room in a hurry, but Dominic grabs ahold of his shoulders. "Oh, come on, you. Say hello to your friends, I'm sure that they grateful to see you."

My eyes are finally met with Jason's, but I don't see an inch of guilt. I see such satisfaction.

"James," he nods, a smirk appearing.

Well, fucking great I've been betrayed by this fucker. I was so easily trusting in that guy and he turned, he fucking turned on me, on us.

I don't say anything to him in reply.

"Oh come on, this is the man that brought you to us!"

"And I should be grateful for that?" I question him.

Dominic snorts, "Right, right, I am the one who is grateful. Thank you for clearing that up, James," he smirks at me.

I remember to no take his politeness to heart because it's false, it's so fucking fake. He's a terrorizing man who beat my mother and probably me here shortly.

"Well, enough then, time to get to it. I will be coming to get you when it's time to call Autumn. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic that we've got these two."

Jason leaves the room without adding another word.

I watch as Dominic picks up a knife.

When Kamer wakes up, he's going to be royally pissed when he hears about what happened. I can't believe this, I truly cannot. Jason acted so real, so sincere. How could I have been so wrong and trusting? I should've taken in consideration of where I am and what kind of situation this is. People lie and in places like this one, it's what they thrive off. It's how they get ahead.

Dominic looks lovingly down at the knife as he walks towards me. I don't even want to think about where he plans on putting that thing.

Silently, he grazes the knife over my neck. The chillness of the metal sends chills down my back and arms. He slides it up over my jawline, and my heartbeat is loud in my ears and I'm praying that he can't hear it.

He pulls the knife away, "Well, look at that," he gazes down at the blade.

It's little, but there's the tiniest amount of blood on it. What the— Did that come from me?
He reaches forward and wipes my jaw with his index finger. He pulls it back and examines the blood on it.

He cut me... He fucking CUT ME. Really?!

I sigh.

He goes to return his knife to my skin, but I jolt backwards, "Wait."

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Now, why would I do that James? You scared or something?"

I shake my head. "Just tell me the truth about Jason before you continue."

"And why would I do you favor?"

I look at him and shake my head in slight defeat. "What do you have to lose?"