Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 25 - Traitor

| Savanna |

Pain. That was all I could think about. The pain that stung through me, all leading up to the wound that stayed on my thigh. I woke up with foggy eyesight and a pounding headache but nothing distracted me from the obvious pain of my wound.

Jason. I longed for him. I didn't ever expect to be in this situation with him, I always thought if I was going to be hurt or even taken, Jason was going to be the one looking for me. But he was with me, experiencing pain and feeling powerless whilst people were laughing at us and enjoying the control.

The five minute control they had, they were making the most of it.

I don't know how long I had been like this. A stab wound , open and bleeding out would only last 30 minutes whilst my body went in to Hypovolemic Shock. My wound was in my thigh and clearly had not cut through an artery otherwise, I would not have lasted this long so my only guess was that the knife did not go deep enough for major blood loss at a rapid level. However, my body was losing blood and working hard to keep my organs alive and well. But it was only so long before they started to fail on me and the inevitable would occur.  I searched around for anything I could apply pressure to my wound with, the only thing I had at hand was my t shirt that I could not take off as I would be left in just my undergarments. I also was in too much pain to be moving out of my position.

I breathed heavily but calmly as possible, trying to make sure I did not overwork my body. I felt colder than usual, and my limbs felt numb, I knew exactly what was happening but I was trying to avoid thinking too much about it.

I didn't want to die like this.

Seconds later, the door scraped open and a figure of a male walked in. He approached me before the light shined on his face, it was Rob. He came and stood above me before crouching down, he took a look at my blood soaked shirt before looking at me.

"Sorry bout that... I did enjoy your screams though" He said casually shrugging.

"Wh-where is Jason?" I whispered, my throat was dry and I could feel pain just by opening my mouth and speaking. He chuckled, "He's fine... doin better than you I can assure you of that" He chuckled, again.

"You know, when I heard Aldo Montano had a daughter, I took it upon myself to figure out who it was. You were pretty protected at all times but you were also a little rebel, so id watch you go to your teenage parties, in your sexy dresses..." he trailed off as he licked his lips, "And I thought... I want her" He placed his hand on my thigh, slowly stroking it up and down as he looked down at my body, I didn't understand how he was being sexual when I was literally bleeding out in front of him.

"Pl-please leave me alone... I-I'm begging you" I cried, I couldn't fight and I felt useless, so begging was my only option.

"Shh, let's not waste that energy of yours... not like this" he said, hushing me by pressing his finger against my lips. "This will hurt a lot less than that stab wound" He muttered, almost to himself as he yanked body down to lie on the ground. I cried in pain as he roughly tugged at my shirt, he pulled hard enough for it to tear before ripping it off my body leaving me in just my undergarments. I cried, begging for him to stop as he held on to my arms, gripping my wrists together.

"Stay still bitch!" He yelled before he pressed his hand against my thigh, against the cut making me scream in pain.

"Don't fuckin move, I ain't here to fuckin play." He sternly said, pulling his hand away from my wound and wiping the blood on his clothes. He pulled my arms apart before laying them at my sides, pinning them down as he began kissing my stomach, sucking and trying to pleasure me, or himself, in a sick and twisted way.