Bared

Jason crumples to the floor as blood gushes from his face. I need to help him. No, I need to get away. Fear releases its clutch on me and I scramble on the bed toward the door. I'm close when a powerful arm hooks around my middle and yanks me back.
His hand slaps over my mouth and my naked body heaves in his clutches. I attempt to wriggle from his unyielding grasp but he's too strong.
"Did you come?" he hisses against my head and frees my mouth.
The room blurs with my tears and I freeze. I know this voice.
"Garard?"
"It was a yes or no answer, little girl. You have three seconds to answer the fucking question before I slit that pussy's throat."
His threat nauseates me and a sob catches in my throat. Where's Dad?!
"Three."
My voice. Why won't it work? Please, God. Help me!
"Two."
No! No! No!
"One. Times up." He reaches behind him and then brings around a huge knife out in front of me. A knife like that would kill Jason.
"N-N-No!"
A throaty grunt vibrates through my back. If I had to guess, I'd say[...]"