Don't

Fear

Justin's Pov:

Waking up in the cold, dark basement I frantically sat up trying to remember how i got down here. The last thing I remember was eating mac and cheese in Jason's kitchen and then we.. damn. Fuck we basically dry humped eachother on his couch. This is the second time we've done something like that and I have no idea why.. He's kidnapped me, threatened to kill me yet he pleasures me. I'm scared as fuck of what else he'll do to me since pleasure isn't the only feeling he gives me. He hits me. Beats me actually. And keeps my locked up in his basement - apart from that night when I slept with him in his bed. But after that night he told me that would never happen again since he claims I'm a "fag" and deserve to sleep in the basement. Does he not know how badly that word affects someone? Oh wait, no he doesn't and he doesn't care because he's Jason McCann and he cares about no one but himself.

Being reassembled from my thoughts- there he was. Jason made his way down the stairs with a bowl in his hand while walking over to me. The only light that shone was the light from upstairs since he left the door open. "Eat," he commanded in that cold, raspy voice of his as he placed the bowl down in front of me. I looked down and and saw chicken noodle soup. Without hesitation, I grabbed the spoon and ate it all- forgetting he was still standing there.
When I finished I looked up and saw that evil grin on his face. "T-thank you," I managed to mumble softly. He chuckled and leaned down to grab the bowl and softly said "remember when I said you'd be sorry?" I nodded, remembering he said exactly that once I had moaned when I wasn't 'allowed' to. He gripped the bottom of my shirt, "lift up your arms." He demanded. As I did, he took off my shirt exposing my bare chest making me shiver almost immeadelty since it was beyond freezing down here.

I slowly looked down when I felt his warm hand on my chest, which he then used one of his fingers to outline the tattoo of the cross on my chest. "Got a lot of tattoos huh?" He said in a low tone. I nodded, "y-yes" I spoke softly. I looked up at his face and he paid no attention to me, I just saw his eyes scatter down my arms and then my abs where I noticed he licked his lips. I quickly looked back down, wanting to put my shirt back on since I was freezing. I didn't even realize how badly I was shaking until I felt his hand being placed on my arm. "You're cold," he muttered. No shit, Sherlock. I nodded and continued shivering and heard him sigh.

He was rubbing his arm and then his face and I heard him mumble "fuck," quiet enough so I probably couldn't hear- but I did. He got up and grabbed me by my arm yanking me up and took the cuffs off my ankles.

He led me upstairs and into his bedroom where he rummaged through his dresser and threw a long sleeved shirt at me "here," he spat. "Put it on before I change my mind." And with that, I put it over my head and slipped it on.

"Since I've brought you upstairs, you're gonna be doing some work for me now. And if you fuck it up just once then you're going right back down into the basement." He neared closer to me, his face inches away from myn. "Got it?" His deep, harsh voice sounding throughout the small room. "Y-yes. I g-got it." He stepped back and smirked, "good."

Jason's Pov:

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into one of my killing rooms. He gasped right when we entered and I could care less. I haven't been in here since my last kill.. About a month ago. There was still some dried up blood on the floor and some on the wall- clearly visible. My stack of guns in one corner and my knives in another. He whimpered and I looked back at him, seeing him inch away from me, signaling as that he wanted to get out.

I let out a soft snicker and pulled him back inside, closer to me so now my chest was up close in contact with his shoulder. "Now you listen to me carefully Bieber. You clean up the floors and the walls. Scrub them hard and good, and I'll be back in 2 hours to see if you've accomplished that." He shook in fear and I kept my eyes locked on him as he lifted up his head to look at me. "And what I-if I d-don't?" He softly spoke, his eyes showing nothing but fear along with his voice. I smirked and looked right into his eyes. "Then your blood will be on these walls."

And that's all it took for him to scurry over to the wall and took the sponge from the bucket I had previously placed and watched as he began scrubbing away. This is gonna be pretty easy I thought to myself as I felt a smirk form on my lips. And without another word I left the room, slamming the door shut knowing I made that fucker jump in fear. Fear. This fucker feared me. And that's exactly what I want.