Jason

The Death Stare

Meghan

"Let me take that off so we can talk, it's been so long," he creeps up from behind me and gently removes the gag from my mouth. "Help!" I shriek as loud as I can, hoping that someone might hear me. His gloved hand slams against my lips, "Shut up! No one can you hear you anyway, these walls are solid. If you scream one more time, I'm going to have to give you some more of this," he says as he waves a dark bottle in my face. It must be chloroform or some type of sedative, I need to just hear him out and stay calm. God knows what he is capable of. He could easily kill me if he wanted to. He's already stalked me for months, faked his death, tampered with my medication and framed my fiancé. If I wasn't tied up like this, I would batter him to death with my fists, I hate this man more than I've ever hated anyone. I try to steady my breathing so I don't look scared in front of him, I don't want him to see any sort of weakness in me. "So, you're alive then?" I manage to say, even though my throat feels like I've swallowed razor blades. "Yeah, I'm sorry I had to lie to you like that. I just needed you to see how much you'd miss me. I never wanted to leave you but I think it's done you some good," he replies genuinely. Clearly delusional, I have no idea how I'm going to react to this, instead I decide to sit still and stay quiet for now. "I've missed you so much," he mumbles, sounding like he is about to cry. He crouches down beside me and places one hand on my knee. The feel of his touch makes me squirm, he makes my skin crawl and I wish I could just punch him in the face. "You don't even know me, I don't know you. We had sex once, once!" My fake calm voice is slipping. "It was the best sex of my life and I know it was for you too. You never gave me a chance, why? Was I not good enough for you, not rich enough?" He asks with tears in his eyes. Good God, if I could take back that stupid night, I would in a heartbeat. "You were fine, it was me. I just wasn't in the right headspace to start something new, there's nothing wrong with you. You're great, I bet there're loads of women who would love for you to give them attention," I say with a beaming smile. "I don't want anyone else. Why do you think I went to all this trouble?!" He exclaims whilst giving me the most horrifying stare, which I can only describe as the death stare. His dark brown eyes have just gotten even darker and terrifying. I don't know whether he's going to hit me or break down into tears. "You know I'm engaged," I say looking down, petrified at how he is going to respond. "To that wet weekend? Meg, you can do so much better than him," he replies softly, which I was not expecting at all. "He got accused of raping you didn't he?" He continues and my anger boils like water over a hot stove. My blood is fizzing through my body going straight to my head, "You have no idea! Do not mention what happened to me, you haven't got a fucking clue! Jason never did anything to me and he would never hurt me, not in a million years. You're just jealous because he is better than you," I spit at him venomously. "You think you've found some better opposite guy than me, but guess what? In a few years you will rebel against him when you realise he is not what you truly want!" He yells getting closer to my face, that I have to shift in my seat to get away from him. I can feel his breath against my cheek, did I really have sexual intercourse with this scumbag? "Rebel? I'm not a teenager, who the fuck do you think you are kidnapping me like this?" He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and leans up against the wall of the basement. "It's not kidnap, I'm trying to show you how well we fit," he says as he rubs his temple. "We fit well together, in a basement?" I say sarcastically and bewildered. "No, no. Look, we are going to get out of here soon and I'm going to take you some place real nice. I just needed to bring you here first," he says smiling nervously. "What about Joanne?" I ask hoping she is somewhere in this house to help me. "Don't worry about her, we never had sex or anything. It was just an easy way to get information about you and your IT boy," he says like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Joanne's boyfriend? That's where the God damn Ouija board came from?!" I stare up into his eyes wishing I had some telekinesis Carrie ability to obliterate him. He covers his mouth and tries to suppress his laughter, I could fucking throttle him. The emotional torment I have been subjected to these past couple of months has been excruciating. The times I have dragged myself out of bed, barely eaten for days and the guilt that has embedded itself into my soul from the turmoil of the baby I aborted, his baby. "I love it when you get mad Meg, it's so sexy. Once you realise that we are meant to be Roberts and his creepy sister will be ancient history," he smiles down at me, sending shivers through my spine. I never realised it at the time but he is a lot younger than me, I'd say early twenties. Jason and I are both twenty-seven. I bet he is one of those types of guys who has parental issues. He was probably in and out of juvenile hall all through his teenage years, I thought I was scared of him when he was stalking me but I'm petrified now. "How am I going to realise it, what are you going to do?" I reply looking up at him seductively, if I'm going to get out of here I need to play him at his own game. He kneels down in front of me and places both hands on my legs, his right hand dips into the inside of my thigh and he slowly works his way up to my crotch area, I'm trying my best not to flinch and not to break eye contact. He stops just before he reaches the end of my thigh, thank fuck I decided to wear a jumpsuit today. Leaning up towards me so we are face to face he lifts my chin up so we are level with each other and covers my mouth with his own. I want to bite him so hard that he bleeds out but my mind is telling me that I need a way out and by playing along I will find my way. I kiss him harder and slide my tongue around his, making him groan and he tugs aggressively at my hair with his freehand. I'm trying to picture Jason in my head, just imagine it's him I'm saying to myself. I wish more than anything that he was Jason, my gorgeous sweet man. I've never loved him as much as I do now, he is all I've ever hoped for and as soon as I'm out of here I'll be spending the rest of my life showing him how much he means to me. "I love you," I groan forgetting where I am for a moment. He stops kissing me and buries his head in my shoulder, "You don't know how long I have waited to hear you say that. I love you too, Meghan," he whispers in my ear. Big mistake saying that to him, but it's gotten the reaction I was hoping for. "Let's get you untied now and we can go. It's going to be a long journey so just be prepared," he says as he kisses me tenderly on the head. All I can think is where the fuck is he taking me?