6 6.Show time.

Patricia rose as she heard the knock on her doors, she had been expecting the police. Took them long enough, she thought.

Thanks to Jessie Marin's disappearance she had days off while the writers and directors had to figure out what to do about the series. At least she had time to think.

"Miss Particia Lee?" the cop asked by the door.

"Yes, that's me."

"You need to come with us ma'am" He said.

"I understand" she nodded. "May I grab my bag?"

"Certainly."

She walked back inside and grabbed her purse and sunglasses. Making sure to put on a fur coat and some stilettos, if then plan was going to play out as she wanted then there will be paparazzi. She followed the officers into their cop car, sending a quick text to her manager. They drove off.

She walked in quietly as they led her in, making sure to keep her head down. Innocent or guilty it was never good to have fans see and idol in the police station. She sat in an interrogation room for a while before the the detective came in.

"Miss Lee" he greeted "I'm Detective Anderson."

"Nice to meet you detective" she smiled.

"Well let's get to it" he said sitting down. "Based on your willingness to come for questioning, I assume you know why you're here?"

"Hmmm... I'm not so sure" she shrugged. "But I should cooperate with authority right?" She grinned at him.

"Okay then, you're co-star Jessie Marin is missing and based on recent information, it appears that you were the last to see her." Patricia shrugged again, "Can you tell us what happened?"

"Well I already told the cops that came to my house yesterday what happened. After we left the interview she got into her bus and left." She said.

"Ofcourse miss, but you see we have gotten new evidence that shows us you also got into that bus, but the funny thing is that we can't tell if you were in there before or after Miss Marin. So why did you lie?" He asked her.

"Okay, fine I lied to protect Jessie." Patricia huffed, taking off her sunglasses and placing it on the table between them.

"Pardon? Protect her in what sense?" He asked.

"Jessie was not the angel everyone thought she was, look I didn't know that it was her bus when I got into it. I was exhausted so I fell asleep immediately after I sat down. When I woke up I heard noises outside, Jessie was not in the car and neither was the driver. When I got out she was gone and the driver was dead." She said.

"And why are you just saying this?" He asked.

"Because I don't what you guys to think I did it."

"So you're telling me, you came out saw a dead body and didn't call the cops?"

"I was scared, look I understand how this looks but the only thing I could think off was getting out of there so I didn't end up like the driver!" she groaned. "Look I'm sorry but my family and I haven't had the best experiences with cops, so don't blame me for not trusting you."

"So why are you telling me this now, why didn't you tell the detectives that came over to your apartment yesterday?"

"I was scared! And now I-I I'm scared for Jessie."

"Miss Lee forgive me but I find all this too overwhelming, you have to admit it is difficult to believe." The detective stared matter of factly.

"Look, I'm sorry I lied but please believe me, I'm telling the truth okay. I'm a very famous person and I certainly have enemies. You have no idea the problems I deal with from anti-fans and haters, how many death threats I've had to face in my life time. So I get the right to be scared." Her voice broke.

The detective stared at her and shook his head. "I'm sorry but I don't believe you."

Wiping nonexistent tears she sniffled and said

"Well, detective I've told you all I know. Now if there is nothing I'll be going. I assume you no longer have the right to keep me here." She finished. Standing up, she grabbed her purse and glasses and left the room.

She picked up her phone and read the text sent back from her manager. The paparazzi had arrived and they were for her at the entrance.

She punched some numbers on her phone and called. "Step two, dump the fake."

Standing at the entrance, she put on a feigned hurt and walked out. It was show time.

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"So what are you going to do? Yes I escaped or rather tried too, what are you going to do?" Jessie sassed at him.

Jason grinned "you're not in the least scared of me are you?" he asked.

"Should I be?" Jessie laughed.

"You definitely should" He said flipping over and trapping her beneath his own body. "You forget" he continued "You are a captive in this house, not a guest, not a visitor. And you won't take a step out unless I say so. So I advice you to rather stop defying me and behave."

"Or what? You'll hit me?" she scoffed.

"Oh honey there are worse punishments than physical abuse." Jason said.

Jessie wanted to believe he was bluffing but they was a danger, a deep rage that she saw in his eyes that terrified her. Did she want to find out what was worse than a beating? She bit her lips and tried to push him off her, but he grabbed her arms and held them above her head. Pinning them above her head with on hand and gripped her neck with his other hand.

"Don't push me Jessie, I'm trying, really trying to be good. Be careful with that pretty mouth of yours." Jason warned.

"You're trying? I haven't had a proper meal in the last three days, I have no clothes and I'm sorry but I'm I supposed to look at the ceiling all day? There is literally nothing to do in this house." she snarled. "You say there are worse things that physical abuse what else could you possibly take from me?"

Jason smiled and tilted his head as she uttered her last words. Dipping his head he sniffed her hair. Coming down lower and biting her ear lobe. He loved the way she shivered at the contact.

"Oh dear Jess, there a lot of things I can take from you" He whispered in her ear. Dragging his nose the expanse of the smooth clear skin of her long neck. When he placed a feather light kiss on her collar bone she struggled beneath him. But she was not strong enough to break out of his grip. As she realized this she whimpered. Jason froze at the sound and didn't go further. He stared into her beautiful green eyes and released his grip on her.

She scrambled to her feet and moved away from him immediately he let her.

"Why are you wearing my hoodie?" He asked her, noticing the big sweater that fell down to her mid thighs. Granted he was a little annoyed but the thought of her in his hoodie made him quite pleased. Plus it showed of those legs that enticed into spending 20 million dollars.

"I told you I have no clothes."

He smiled at her flustered self. Her cheeks were tinted with pink and she avoided eye contact. He had to admit, it deeply pleased him how she shivered and struggled beneath him. He liked the feeling and wanted more of it. Jessie on the other hand was terrified, in all honesty she knew that she was in danger, that this situation was clearly no joke. But what scared her more than the fact that Jason did indeed feel attracted to her in a way she wasn't ready for, was the fact that as he touched her she might have almost wanted it too. She shook her head, no way, no way. He was a sick bastard that purchased her like some doll in a store, everything he did was repulsive. She struggled to convince herself that it was not her fault she was trapped, she should have struggled harder.

"Alright then, let's do this. If you behave till tomorrow night, I'll buy you clothes." He said.

"Wait, so what am I to wear till then?" she asked.

"What you're wearing is fine."

"But I don't have any underwear" she blurted out. Immediately regretting reminding him of that very important information as his eyes darkened and he looked at her hungriliy.

"As I said, behave and I'll buy them for you" he said.

Jessie fisted her palms in anger, but bit her lips to restrain herself. Yelling at him would not do her any good. She sighed taking her fingers through her hair.

"Fine I'll behave."