Kidnapped

Chapter 17

Sherry noticed Jason being in sort of a nervous state. He still sat near her, but now and then looked back at the road that leads out of the camp. It seemed like he was waiting for something.

"Are you alright?" she asked him.

Jason nodded and pointed to the road.

"What is it? Are you waiting for something? Someone must come here?"

He nodded again.

"But who? I'm not expecting my parents or brother today, so they won't come. Who else do you await, if only not some visitors again who want to take a risk?"

This time the large man not just nodded, but patted her on the shoulder lightly. He liked that she understood him well, so he didn't have to think hard on how to explain things to her. But it didn't mean that it would always be that easy.

"Oh, so that's it, another group of visitors? But how can you know that they come exactly today? Are you able to feel it somehow, or?"

Another nod from Jason. Sherry asked no more questions, but deep inside she was curious if Jason really possessed some supernatural abilities, like telepathy or something of that kind. He was indeed a very interesting and unusual being, and the more she stayed with him, the more she wanted to study him. And what's most important – with each day, Sherry was becoming sure that she was growing attached to Jason, and not just the feel of respect and friendship guided her. There was something more than that.

Suddenly Jason got up and pulled Sherry with him, but this time he remembered to do it carefully. Sherry once had yelled at him for being rude and hurting her, so he tried to do his best not put any more bruises on her skin. Then he pointed to the towel on the ground, making Sherry understand that she had to take it with her, and then led her to the cabin.

"I guess you want me to stay inside while you go hunting, right?"

A nod.

"Are you going to lock me up again?" Sherry asked, steeping inside the cabin. This time Jason shook his head, but first pointed at her and then put his index finger to the mask where his mouth should be. This was more than clear to her – he wanted her to stay quiet.

"No problem, Jason, I won't make a sound, don't worry," Sherry smiled. "They will never know about my presence."

Jason nodded and closed the door without locking it, and then left. Sherry then took off her wet swimming suit and changed into more comfortable clothes, first the underwear and then shorts and a top on straps. Taking one of her books from the desk, she sat on her bed and began reading, but it was difficult to concentrate the thoughts on the text. She couldn't stop thinking about how Jason could know that someone was going to arrive to the camp. All she could do was to admire this monster of a man. And she would do as he asked now – just to be quiet while he had his fun. She would not let him down.

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"Hey, Chris, there it is! The road sign to Camp Crystal Lake!"

"Oh yeah, right, but it's so barely visible in the distance. You notice it practically in the last moment."

Chris turned right at the small wooden sign with a name "Camp Crystal Lake." After a few meters they passed a large sign that welcomed everyone to the camp. In a few meters more the cabins finally appeared and the access to the lake was clearly visible. And when Chris turned the car engine off, Chelsea stepped outside and looked around, breathing in the warm summer air.

"I must say, this place looks lovely," she said. "Everything seems so peaceful, so serene. I would have never imagined that something grisly could have ever happened here."