Revenge at the Point of the Knife

New Home Part Two

So this chapter has some blood and somewhat torture. But nothing crazy so just a heads up.

"Welcome home, Ash." J said smirking.
Ash glared at the woman with hate. She had taken him away from his home, and he was upset.
"What do you want with me?" Ash asked sternly, like how a mother would talk to their child if they did something wrong.
J walked around her desk and stopped in front of Ash.
Then in a heart beat J had put her hand behind Ash's head and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling it so he was forced to look up. Ash let out a low groan at the pain.
"You are in no position to talk to me like that Ash. Do you know what I could do to you? I could have you killed in the snap of my fingers." J said roughly, giving a low growl.
J let go of Ash's hair and the boys head fell forward. As she walked back to the other side of her desk where he chair was to sit, Ash slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"I believe I have already told you the reason I have taken you, but just in case I will tell you again. I am tired of you stopping all of my trades and plans. It's as simple as that." She said leaning back against her chair with her arms crossed.
Ash just stared at the woman with determined eyed, "I am positive my friends will find me. And you will end up in prison."
J held her gaze with the boy for a moment before signaling a guard to come in with a knife, a very sharp one at that.
Jay grabbed the knife carefully and stood up and went back over to Ash.
She dragged the sharp side of the blade lightly against Ash's cheek down to the chin, causing no pain. But when she got to the chin she pressed down lightly and pulled the blade quickly, causing a small scratch to appear on his chin and start to bleed.
Ash bit his tongue in pain and hissed. Determined to not give into the pain.
J set her hand on Ash's cheek holding it like a mother would, "I would be careful about what you say because one day my finger might just slip, and you may have a few scars."
As J spoke she fake dropped the knife which ripped Ash's shirt and cut his chest lightly.
J leaned into his ear and whispered, "You're on my turf."
She stood straight and motioned again, but this time Ash saw no man, he tried to look around for someone but he felt a pain in his head before everything went black.