ch:42 In Charge

I kinda based this chapter on sections of a few movies i watched. but it's supposed to explain why she reacts the way she does AFTER this incident.

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I am entirely groggy. My eyes feel like they were glued shut. I can feel heat near my ears and thighs the most. My ears, because my hands are over my head, bound to a headboard. I don't understand why my thighs. Then I feel a wetness. My eyes shoot open and there's a head between my thighs. "What the fuck! Get off of me!" I plant my feet on his shoulders and push him away. I finally see his face. Jason. Motherfucking. Carver. He is fully clothed, which I think is unfair considering he completely undressed me. He crawls on top of me and slaps the fuck out of me. I scream. He grabs the base of my chin."Don't worry, no one can hear you." All my hope for survival flew out the window. I try to squirm from his grip but he only latched tighter. "You listen here, little fucker," Jason slaps me again, "I'm in charge!" I cower. I realize, the only way to slip out of a situation is to let them think they have dominance. However, this may take longer than a few minutes. He slinks back between my thighs and I groan. Not in pleasure. In torture. I grip the rails behind me harder, slowly pulling my body away from him. It is too much, and he won't stop no matter what I say. I want to fight back, but I have no advantage. Jason grabs my hips hard with his long ass nails digging into my skin. I wince. "Shit, that'll leave a bruise." I think. I am panting hard by now, and I have to find my release. Jason suddenly gets up and leans over me. He won't even let me fucking finish? What a dick! He leans in to kiss me and I resist. He doesn't even care at this point. His hands aren't all over me though. They are unlocking my hands. "Don't try any bullshit," Jason whispers, although I don't know why. I pull my hands down and gently push him off of me. He slaps me again. "What am I?" I shout as I sit up, attempting to cover myself with the sheets, "your sex doll?" "No," he snickers, "more like a slave." I audibly gasp.

Jason stands up and directly in front of me, "stand up. Here's how things are gonna work around here." I stand rather slowly, ashamed and embarrassed. "Get on your knees." I almost refuse, but see the gun latched to his side. "Spread your legs wider, and your hands behind your head." "What kind of role-play shit is this man into?" I think to myself. "If I say ready, do this. Here are the rules…1. I will always have a weapon on me." He takes out his gun, "2. you will always call me daddy." I wince. Gross. "3. you will always do what I say. And if you don't, there will be consequences. Understood?" "Yes," I gulp, "yes..daddy." He switches on the tv and goes to the news channel. He throws me a shirt, I'm assuming it's his. "Sit." He pats on the couch. "Let's see who cares about you." He lays back. I curl up into a ball. "Survive," I tell myself. "Not the lead story I see," there is a little banner at the bottom that reads 'local girl missing from gas station'. "At the bottom," I mention. "Aw, that doesn't count." Jason pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "Here," he hands it to me. "Sorry, I can't." I try to push it away. Jason looks confused, "don't you and your druggie boyfriend smoke pot all the time?" "Actually, we are clean," I admit. Jason pushes it towards me again, "too bad you're under my rules." "Follow the rules," I tell myself, "survive." I inhale quickly, a lame excuse of a drag. Jason doesn't care. I look around while I have the chance. Door. Has a lock. Windows. Maybe. That's it. This looks like a cabin in the middle of the woods. Maybe because it is. "Did you ever have sex with Eddie?" I don't answer. Jason grabs my wrist hard. "Ellie." "Yes." I answer. "What a shame," he lets go, "leave it to the loser who can't even graduate." "As if you will," I roll my eyes. I forgot I was in a hostage situation. Jason starts hitting me repeatedly. He isn't even doing it because he's angry, he's doing it because he loves the reaction. The weakness. "I'm sorry," I shout, "I didn't mean it!" "I can fucking kill you, Ellie. I will. You better watch your salty mouth." Jason threatens me. Does he really have the balls to kill me? I lie crumpled up in a ball in the corner.

A few hours later, Jason has me tied up on the bed as he gets ready to sleep. I lie over the covers, my hands tightened above my head and my feet secured to a rope at the bottom. I turn over slightly. All my feeling are released as I sob as quietly as I can. "Shut the fuck up!" he groans. He then turns over and pulls me tight to him and pulls up the only thing I am wearing, his oversized shirt. He cups both his hands around my boobs. What a pervert! I have no choice but to let him. His waist is rubbing against mine and I have never wanted a restraining order more.