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“It’s Jason,” I said, my voice trembling with terror.
Annie followed me inside, Irene close behind.
I gave them space. Richard and Bobby went back downstairs as Irene and Annie just stared at Jason, experiencing the lock pass on a completely different level.
“Do you understand why I didn’t want him to lock on me. This is my fault. I’m doing that to him.”
“Shhh,” Irene hugged me. “It was his choice. It’s not your fault, sweetheart.”
“Stop please.” He begged louder, it was so clear.
“What do we do?” Dom asked her.
“I don’t know.” She climbed on the bed next to him and held his hand.
“What are you feeling?”
“He’s afraid, terrified, and frustrated that he can’t do anything.” She looked at me. “What is he seeing.”
“What do you think he is seeing Annie? It's my life. My life as that monster.”
He growled which made Annie jump off the bed and then he turned on his stomach, crawling onto all fours.
Irene gasped.
“I swear I will find you and kill you slowly.” He sounded so sadistic.
Irene held me tight against her and then he cried out as thin red lines appeared on his back.
“What the fuck?” Dom asked as Annie stared at Jason in horror.
He grunted the second time, clutching the bed’s railings.
I couldn’t see his face as he was facing the wall, and more lines appeared on his back.
“What is this?”
I looked through squinted eyes at the picture before me.
The third grunt came which was a bit louder than the second and the red lines started to bleed.
“No!” I knew what stage he was. It was when she beat me to a pulp. It was twenty lashes with the cravats. The reason why my back looked like it was molded by a bear.
“How many lashes did she order, Morgan.”
“Lashes, she beat you,” Irene demanded.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Blood started to seep out of his back, and his cries were starting to drive me insane.
“Get me rugs and water now,” Dom ordered.
“Get her out of here,” Annie yelled, pushing me and Irene out of the room as she went to get supplies.
Irene took me into the opposite room and we sat on the edge of the bed.
I still hear his screams as she holds me tight in her embrace.
