Elizabeth's eyebrows began to furrow in response to her throbbing head which was volatile enough to wake her up from her apparent deep sleep. Her heavy lids flickering open almost invoking a hissing sound from her lips as the bright light of the day assaulted her hazel eyes, prodding her to wince in reaction.
She was nuzzled under a large thick white blanket whose material was so soft and welcoming, it practically encouraged the victims within its folds to give up on life and exist only within its touch. The bed was even more comfortable, it seemed to be made for her, molding to her form and giving her proper support in all the right places. The pillows beneath her head absorbing her in a warm caressive embrace. Never had she ever been so uncomfortably comfortable, the pounding of her head ruining the moment, and the IV in her arm irritating the inside of her elbow with the sticky tape... Wait, what the fuck? Why is there an IV in her arm!?
Her eyes flew open as she ripped the heavy blanket off her in order to inspect the tubing attached to her arm, her eyes following it all the way up to a near empty bag of saline. What happened last night? She was fine, and then apparently she wasn't all within a flash. The last thing she remembers was being in Jason's car, his voice becoming distorted, and then trying to tell him to turn around.
Oh. My. God. He date raped her. This was exactly what Uncle Dominick had tried to tell her about men and why she shouldn't trust them. They were only interested in one thing when it came to women, and apparently would go to any lengths to get it. This guys method was drugging her.
Panic began to set in as she sat up quickly, a sharp pain erupting at both temples, forcing her to raise her hand to her forehead and massage at it quickly. She needed to get the hell out of here, wherever here was.
She could practically feel her high boned cheeks burning a fervent red from the extreme emotions that were brewing within her, everything from pure anger to helpless desperation, no negative mood going untouched. Placing her bare feet on the floor she took note that she was not even in her own clothes, she was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a large white t-shirt, which smelled divine. Almost as if mint and eucalyptus met and had a baby, creating a soothing fresh scent. It was distracting, but not enough of a distraction for her to begin to rip away the tape surrounding the IV, wincing as it ripped her arm hair along with it. Eventually getting to the needle and removing it, quickly covering the open wound with her bare hand, clearly not giving a shit about the risk of infection at the moment.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. God dammit Elizabeth. What the hell did you get yourself into?" she whispered to herself as she looked around the large bedroom which was very elegantly styled, with accent chairs of navy blue and gold and neatly polished dark wood furnishings distributed throughout. It was meticulously clean and everything seemed to have its own place, and she was now bleeding on the wood flooring of the immaculate bedroom.
She quickly shuffled over to the first door she saw and opened it, coming face to face with a large walk in closet, impeccably organized and showing the good taste in the owner's style. The next door she rushed to, lead her into a large bathroom with a stand alone shower, and a jetted garden bath, his and her sinks and the obvious toilet which even seemed impressive. Running to the next door, left her exasperated as she saw another closet, barren of clothing and looking out of place in comparison to the rest of the room. What the fuck?! How was she going to get out of here?!
There was only one door left to try and she lunged towards it as she was being overrun with fear, jiggling the handle and producing no result in gaining entry to the other side. Shit. Suddenly she turned around and saw the large sliding glass door that permitted entrance to the balcony. She ran over and slammed it open, stepping out onto the large balcony and running over to the railing, looking for an escape route down.
It was extremely high up and she was terrified of heights, but her eyes darted around for anything she could grip to help her scale down the building. The sound of a lock turning and the door opening, made her eyes go wide in terror as she needed to come up with a plan immediately.
Jason walked into the bedroom, his foot guiding the door shut behind him, and turning back around momentarily so that he could relock the door. A tray held against his chiseled abs with one hand, containing an assortment of breakfast foods and two cups of coffee, as well as a shot glass with two ibuprofen tablets. His eyes falling immediately upon the empty bed, and then directly over to the open door of balcony where she stood very clearly stricken with fear.
"Elizabeth..." he said slowly and as gently as possible as he took careful steps in her direction, placing the tray on top of the dresser as he passed it so his hands could be freed. "Calm down, you're okay." his hands slowly going up in the air in front of his chest in a non aggressive manner.
"Stay away from me you psycho!" She shouted, no longer caring to cover the bleeding hole in her arm as both hands went onto the railing, contemplating whether or not she should just try to risk the jump and knowing ultimately it would not end well for her.
His eyes hardened at the word psycho as well as due to her threatening pose as if she was going to jump. "Get away from the railing." his voice deep and commanding, immediately making her shrink into a crouch, however not releasing her grip on the metal bar.
"Leave me alone!" her body beginning to tremble as her fight or flight instinct was starting to kick in. "I'll jump! I swear to Go-" her body once again started to rise, but she was immediately cut off with how rapidly he descended upon her and ripped her up from her partial crouching position.
He threw her like a ragdoll into the bedroom, where she skidded across the wooden floor, which was well polished as well, this apparent from how far she actually slid. Jason stormed in behind her slamming the sliding glass door back in a closed position and locking it with a key. Turning around, his face displaying the purest form of anger, his eyes pitch black.
"Don't you fucking ever threaten me." his deep voice dripping in his anger, reaching her from behind clenched teeth with a pulsating jaw. "Am I clear?" He was trying to control his breathing, his tight bulging chest, rising and falling in slow measured breaths.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, hands splayed out on the floor in front of herself, shock set in at how easily he threw her as if she was a piece of trash blowing in the wind. Not being able to utter a word, and wondering how a day like yesterday could be followed by one like today. He was not the same person he presented himself as, he was undoubtedly a monster. A sick twisted man, most likely bored from being so rich and having to find his pleasures in bizarre terrifying ways.
"I said, am I clear?!" he bellowed at her, quick steps approaching her so that he was now looking down at her with a hard stare, intimidation being a clear tactic he was utilizing right now.
"Y-yes.." she said, as tears began to well up in her eyes, staring up at the tall man who was so wracked with muscle that a real fear of imminent harm began to overwhelm her. "W-why are y-you doing this?" the tears now streaming down her face as the tip of her nose grew rosey from the distress this entire situation was putting her through.
He stared down at her still, internally he felt his heart pang at the sight of her tears, but his whole aura was still giving off an overwhelming turbulent presence. He'd rather her be scared and crying, than have her threatening to do something that would without a doubt hurt her. After a couple of blinks and a moments silence, his eyes began to fade back to green and he looked away, no longer able to continue watching her cry.
"I made you breakfast." his voice lowering, in a quieter tone than its normal depth. Choosing to completely ignore her question. He stepped away from her and back to the tray he placed on the dresser. He was going to have her sit out on the balcony and eat under the warmth of the sun at the cute little table he had out there, but she went and fucked up that idea. Now, she would be eating in the bedroom, and would have to utilize the little coffee table that was neatly tucked in between the decorative plush chairs off to the side of the room.
"L-look, you can l-let me go. I w-won't tell anyone, and I'll just leave you know...I'll go to the next state, or I'll go back home. Just p-please let me go." she moved herself onto her knees and looked up to him pleadingly, begging for mercy from this clearly unstable man.
"This is your home now, and you won't be leaving. And you most assuredly will not be going back to where you came from." he said firmly, placing the tray down and snapping his fingers followed by a point directing for her to sit in the chair and begin eating. While he did like the vision of her on her knees, he did not appreciate the context.
"Please, I have a family..My dog... I-I h-have a b-boyfriend. I have to g-go-" she began begging, slowly moving forward on her knees, too afraid to stand.
His eyes snapped over to her, and he began to clench his jaw again. Her heart rate was already running a mile a minute, but increased just a hair at the mention of having a boyfriend indicating she was stretching the truth, this only further validated by their conversation yesterday which was in direct contradiction.
"Lies are unbecoming. They also come with consequences.I will ignore it this one time, but do not do it again." Another snap of his fingers with the same measured point directing her to sit once again. "Eat."
"You have to let me go!" she said finally reaching him and weakly grabbing at his wrist, attempting to garner some type of sympathy from him through gentle touch, the sheer power of the electricity between the two of them even more amplified at their strained emotions.
Her touch resulting in him clenching his fingers into a fist with a marked annoyance, as she couldn't even listen to the most basic of commands, ignoring the warmth shooting up his arm as this was not the sensation he wanted to feel in light of the current situation.
"I will not say it again. Eat."
Her hands dropped to her sides lamely as she began to stare off into the distance in defeat. Slowly lifting herself to her feet and going through the motions, no thoughts running through her head and becoming numb from the very depth of her core. She placidly sat down in front of the tray and grabbed the cup of coffee, and let the mug rest idly between her hands.
Jason grabbed the other cup and sat across from her, his eyes watching her intently as he took a slow sip from the beverage.
Ahhh, peace and quiet. How nice.
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