26. Lexi
CHAPTER 26
Lexi
Wednesday evening
I know what I have to do to get myself out of this. I have never been good at faking anything, so I know this is going to be difficult. However, this isn’t a movie where the girl gets rescued by some hero. There’s no way Shay or Cam will be able to just find me the way they do in the romance novels. I’m going to need to rescue myself. I just hope Jason doesn’t catch on.
He typically only thinks of himself, so maybe he will only believe what I tell him, because it’s exactly what he’s wanting anyway.
Laying on the bed, I can’t seem to get comfortable, seeing as I can’t move since he never released the damn bindings. Hopefully when he comes back with something to eat and drink, he will release me. But knowing that asshole, he will try to hand feed me just to keep me tied down.
Running through everything in my head and coming to terms with what I will need to do to get myself free, I close my eyes trying to settle my nerves. The sound of footsteps approaching catches my attention and my eyes fly open and my head shoots up off the pillow looking to the heavy door. I hear the slide latch that is locking the door scrape against its surface.
Jason walks in with a couple of bags hanging from his arm and held in his hand. He turns to lock the door again. He looks at me as he walks across the empty space, smiling at me like I’m not tied down to this small bed. Sitting the bags next to the chair, he moves to pull the wooden table closer to the bed. It’s scraping noise grates my nerves and has my head pounding again.
I lay my head back, squeezing my eyes closed, groaning at the pounding in my head. When the noise stops right next to me, I slowly open my eyes, but my brow is still furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, actually looking a little concerned. Is he fucking kidding me right now? I am literally tied down to a bed in an empty warehouse room being held hostage after being drugged by more than likely chloroform, and he wants to ask me that? Before I can actually say that, I school my features and reply coolly.
“My head hurts,” is all I say, turning my head slightly trying to relay submission to him. As much as I would like to lash out, I know that way won’t end well for me.
“You’re just hungry,” he says as he begins to unpack everything from the bags. He sits a couple of cold bottles of water on the table first. Next are two styrofoam containers that have my stomach growling loudly by the smell alone.
My head lifts once again to look over at him. The chair is still against the wall next to the bed, but he sits down on the edge of the bed. The bed is so small, his hip and upper thigh are touching mine. After pulling out the utensils from the plastic bag, he opens the styrofoam container showing the white rice covered with beans and sauce with sirloin tip pieces of steak sauteed with onions.
After placing the plastic fork in the containers, he turns to look at me. His brow furrows as those green eyes bounce between mine and my restrained hands. Finally looking back in my eyes, he gets a stern look on his face. “If I release you, you better stay calm and don’t try anything. Do you understand me?”
I just nod my head slowly. I don’t say anything, because I know he doesn’t want to hear me speak.
Looking in my eyes, taking in my demeanor, he pulls out his pocket knife and I stiffen, my eyes widening. The small intake of breath catches his attention and he looks at me. A sinister smile crosses his lips, as he turns more toward me on the bed. I already know he enjoys hurting me, I’m just really hoping this isn’t one of those times.
His other hand moves over me to lean on the bed, so he's crossed over my torso. Slowly, he opens the pocket knife with just his thumb. It’s more of a tactical knife, with how big the actual blade is. He brings the knife over my center area. Using the handle of it, he begins moving my camisole up my body, making me break out into goose bumps everywhere. He brings the handle all the way up to between my breasts, showing him the expanse of my stomach and part of my under boob.
“You always loved the way I touched you. Look at you panting for it now,” he whispers as he leans down and licks a trail from my navel up to where the knife handle is holding my shirt up.
Yes, I am panting, but not for the reason he is thinking. I am terrified of what I know he is capable of doing to me. He lifts my shirt up fully over my breasts to rest just under my neck and arms, showing him the piercings that he loves so much. He licks and sucks along my ribs, under my breasts, moving up to suck and bite down on my nipples, making me hiss.
Flattening out his tongue he licks over my nipple, and I can feel his eyes on me, but I have my head turned as far as it can go to the side. He bites hard making sure to capture my piercing between his teeth making me yell out. He only laughs as I try to pull away but can’t go far. Moving up further, he leans in to kiss me, but my stomach takes that moment just then to growl, and loudly.
He chuckles darkly without humor and moves back a bit. Standing from the bed he leans over me placing his face right in front of mine. He stands there waiting for me to look at him. When I finally do, he is glaring at me. Like it’s my fault I’m hungry.
“I’m going to untie you. But if you try anything… and I mean anything… trust me when I say, you will learn the real definition of pain. Got me?” he grits out.
I nod quickly, not trusting my voice to answer. He stares in my eyes a little longer and finally relents. He closes the knife, shoving it in his front pocket. Untying my hands first. As he moves to the foot of the bed to untie my ankles I sit up. Pulling my arms close to my chest, I rub my wrists and then outer shoulders. My whole body is stiff as I sit there.
Once I am completely untied, Jason roughly grabs my ankles pulling them to drop off the side of the bed. He plops down on the bed to sit next to me. Shifting the table a bit, to center in front of both of us, he pulls the styrofoam right in front of me.
“Eat,” he commands and opens one of the bottles of water to drink down. He guzzles it, watching me from the side of his periphery.
I scoot a little more to the edge and gingerly lift the fork from the container. I bring a bit of the rice and beans to my lips and take the bite. Once he sees that I’m going to eat he begins to eat as well. We sit in silence while we both do. As we continue, it reminds me how different I am around him, and how much I changed when we were together. I’m not me anymore… I am who he made me. Someone who I no longer want to be.
Placing the fork in the empty container, I close it up. I take the half empty water bottle, bringing it to my lips I take a few sips. Jason stands up abruptly and begins tossing all the garbage in the empty bags. He ties the bags up, moves the table back against the wall and sits the bags on it.
Nervously, I begin to fiddle with the hem of my shirt, as I look to the ground. I see Jason’s feet move to stand in front of me. I keep tugging on my clothes hoping he doesn’t want what I think he does. Slowly, I shift my gaze up to meet his eyes as he stands over me. I stare up at him and the longer I look, it seems the madder he gets.
“Seriously?” he asks as his hands clench into fists and I try to sink back in myself. I don’t know what he wants, so I do the only thing I think he needs.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a quiet voice.
“For?” he asks me.
Shifting my eyes back and forth, trying to figure out what to say. When I come up with no answer, I raise one shoulder in a shrug. That was the wrong reply. Lifting his arm quickly and with no hesitation, he slaps me hard. My hand immediately goes to cover the cheek he just slapped and tears come to my eyes. I keep my eyes downcast and try it again.
“I’m sorry, Jason,” I whimper.
He slaps me again, over my hand this time, causing that also to hurt, throwing me to the bed. He reaches down, striking like a cobra and takes a handful of my hair jerking me back up. The pull on my strands makes me scream. He leans down directly in front of me. I can feel his hot breath fan over my face.
“What. Are. You. Sorry. For?” he asks, emphasizing every single word.
The tears are flowing and I can feel my eye begin to swell. The heat from the stinging in my face throbbing. I sniffle trying to get a hold of my composure.
“I don’t know, Jason. I’m sorry… for whatever it is you think I’ve done,” I try to say to calm him down. He laughs darkly in my face.
“No. You’re not sorry,” he says, giving my head a sharp pull. “But you fucking will be.”
Still holding tightly to my hair, begins to unbuckle his belt. I begin to shake uncontrollably. My hands immediately go to his that are still holding tight to the hair at the crown of my head. “Please, Jas. Don’t do this,” I beg, as the tears begin to fall. He grabs the end of his belt and pulls it from his pants with one hard tug.
Slamming me face down to the bed, he holds me down by my hair. I try kicking my feet out so I can turn over. That’s when the first lash hits the back of my bare thighs. This is why I got so used to wearing sweatpants. Because I knew, if he ever wanted to do something like this, at least my legs were somewhat protected. But wearing these little sleep shorts and camisole, too much skin is showing.
“Stay still and take your fucking punishment, Lexi. You know you fucking deserve it… now fucking take it,” he growls out, as he hits me again, this time on my ass.
I’m screaming and crying so hard I can’t even move. He releases my hair, but then I feel another lash on my back this time. I try to roll over to try and get away, but he places his hand on my back holding me down, and he’s way stronger than I am. I have no strength. More lashes rain down on my back, my ass, and the back of my legs. When it finally stops, I’m so tired from crying, I don’t even hear the belt hit the floor.
I feel him harshly grab my arm and tie it to the rod iron headboard once again, then the other. This time he doesn’t restrain my legs. My skin is on fire to the point when he roughly pulls my sleep shorts and underwear off, he makes me take a quick inhale of breath. Heavy sobs still rack my body from the belting I just took. Sharply moving my leg to the side , Jason kneels between my legs, still fully dressed. I try to lift my head.
“Pl-please Jason… d-don’t do this,” I try to beg through heaving sobs. I hear his zipper in the quietness between sobs. The bed jolts when he leans over me. One hand on the side of my head the other grips my hair pulling my head to the side, arching my neck as far as it can go. It feels like it’s going to snap.
“Don’t do what? Take what is already mine. You are mine, Lexi. Mine to do with as I please. And no one, not even you, can tell me otherwise,” he grits out. Just as he finishes his sentence, he licks up the side of my face making me wince a bit. Without any warning or preamble, he thrusts inside of me. I’m not even prepared or wet at all. I scream at the intrusion, and he’s fully seated inside me with one push.
I can feel him throbbing deep inside me. Jason isn’t small by any means of the word. I try to close my legs but he’s not having any of it. He sits up releasing my hair. He grabs my hips with bruising force and lifts them off the bed, so I am on my knees as my chest is still laying on the bed.
“No… please, Jason. Don’t,” I continue to beg.
“Shut the fuck up,” he says as he starts his brutal thrusts inside me. I can’t move with the way he has me positioned and restrained with the ropes. All I can do now is lay here and take it. Praying that it ends soon.
A quick sharp slap to the ass makes me yelp through the cries. “That’s it. Right there,” he snarls. Another slap and I can feel his movements become erratic. A few more thrusts and I feel him still, releasing deep inside me. My eyes are squeezed shut hating the feeling of him seeping out. My tears are now free flowing, but the begging and yelling is done.
He pulls out of me, moving off of the bed from between my thighs. I drop my hips to the bed and try to curl into myself as much as I can. I feel so dirty and disgusting. And knowing him, he wants to make me sleep with his seed dripping out of me. It’s always been his way of claiming me.
I hear him zip up his jeans but I don’t move from my position. The bed dips next to me but he doesn’t touch me, but I can feel his eyes on me. Pushing the hair from my face, he tucks it behind one of my ears. The gentleness in his touch right now is so contradictory to what he just did.
“Lexi,” he says my name softly, but I keep my eyes squeezed shut. This is how it always has been. Beating me, raping me, degrading me… then he’s sweet but still blaming me. “Look at me, baby.”
I know if I disobey, it could get much worse. Tears are spilling from my eyes nonstop now. However, I slowly open my eyes and look up at him as well as I can from being restrained on my stomach.
“Now, you know I hate having to punish you, baby. But you know you deserved it. You should have never run away from me,” he says, stopping and looking at me. “You know that, right?” He strokes my cheek softly and all I want to do is pull away from him. But I know how bad things can get and I don’t want to push him.
I can only nod. I’m heaving so hard I can barely take in a breath. “Good. Now, you will never run from me again, will you?” he asks, with his brows lifted and a small confident smile on his lips.
I shake my head this time. My words can’t come out, from how hard I was crying.
“If you do, Lexi,” his words drop off as he shakes his head taking in a deep breath. My heart nearly stops at his insinuation. Finally, his eyes meet mine again, and he gives me a little smile. “But I won’t have to worry about that anymore, will I?” he asks.
“No, Jason,” I stammer out.
Leaning down, he kisses my shoulder. “Good. Now get some rest. When you wake up I will take you to get a shower and everything. We leave in two days,” he says standing up heading back to the door.
Two Days? Leave for where? Is he taking me back to Florida?
“Wh-where are w-we going?” I try to ask, sounding unaffected by his words.
When he gets to the door, he turns to look at me over his shoulder, giving me a smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I have us completely covered.”
I am worried though. Depending on how he plans to transport me, I may or may not be able to find a way out of this.