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Temptation

Justin's Pov:

Ok so it's been a week since Jason has brought me upstairs.. i think. I don't really know how long its been since i cant really keep track of time here. I asked him for the time a few days ago, and the only response i got was a blow to my face. So, i learned my lesson and refuse to ask him any questions from this point forward.

So i cleaned up his "killing room" a few days back and let me just tell you.. Im pretty much scarred for the rest of my life. The walls and floor was covered in puddles of blood and the tools he left scattered on the floor that he used to kill them with. Bloody screwdrivers, axes and more that i won't go into detail about. I don't know what he did to the bodies and i don't want to find out either.

I slammed my eyes shut at the sound of Jason's pondering foot steps as he slammed open the door to my room. Oh yeah, i forgot to mention that he gave me a room to stay in. Nothing amazing. It's super small, has a worn out matress on the floor and a small window that's been covered by pieces of nailed on wood. So i had no chance of escaping this place.. not ever.

I shot up from my bed and stood up tall. He has ordered me to do this every time he comes into my room and told me that if i didnt, then i'd get a beating. I stood still, with my hands hanging low since i was still handcuffed, and i stared straight away, not daring to look him in the eye. From the corner of my eye i could tell the way he was pacing back and fourth, trying to scare me. But to be honest, he didnt have to try since i was already scared shitless of him.

"Hungry?" he questioned in that cold tone of his. Immeadetly, i nodded. I felt as he neared me, his face close up in contact with myn, staring right into my eyes. "I said, are you hungry?" he said again, more sternly. "y-yes, J-jason." i managed to softly say. I was starving. He hasn't fed me for days or let me take a shower. I smell and feel gross and i cant sleep since my stomach growls like a fucking hyenia.

He grabbed me by my wrist and led me into the kitchen where ee sat me down on the kitchen chair. He then kneeled down to cuff my anckle to the bottom of the table, incase i tried escaping but i wouldnt anyway since im weak and tired as fuck so i really dont know why or how he think's id escape. As he was kneeling down, i shook away my thoughts and looked down at Jason. I knew i shouldnt have, but i watched as he struggled to get the cuff around the table and the way the muscles on his neck moved. The way his shoulders tightened and the tattoo behind his ear that read "patience." My eyes trailed down to his back where his clear back muckles were exposed through his white tshirt. God damn. As i licked my lips, my eyes continued to roam his body until they found his ass. Even from the angle that i saw it at, i couldnt help but stare. He's got the most round and plump ass ive ever seen. Without even realizing how badly i got lost in my own thoughts, Jason was now standing above me with an evilish smirk on his face. "Like what you see Bieber?"

I instantly looked away and gulped, not knowing what to say and he just chuckled and put down the bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of me. Before i could even lift my hand up to grab the spoon- i felt my jeans tighten. Shit. I hadn't even realize i had gotten a hard on and Jason was standing right infront of me, feeling like he was staring straight through my fucking soul. His loud, cold voice interuppted my thoughts once again "WELL!? are you gonna eat or not!?" I jumped in my seat and nodded quickly, getting the spoon and beginning to eat the soup, savoring it. I hoped that he simply wouldn't notice the obvious bulge in my jeans and to hide it, i tried to scoot a bit closer to the table but it was no use since my anckle was cuffed. Right as i finished the soup, i looked up to see Jason's eyes fixed on my crotch and a smirk on his face. Fuck.

Jason's Pov-

As i let that fucker eat, i noticed a huge bulge sticking out from his pants. Did he have a fucking weapon or some shit? Nah couldn't be since i searched all his pockets when i first brought him in so i know for a fact he's clean. So if it isnt a weapon then what... fuck. He's got a fucking boner. He's sitting at my kitchen table eating chicken noodle soup while his face is red as a tomatoe with a fucking hard on. I smirked at the sight, knowing he was emberassed.