Jason hung in the body harness, his arms pressed tight behind his back. Occasionally a grunt would be heard as he shifted position to stop his limbs from falling asleep. Softly he sighed and muttered to himself. "One of these days I'm going to learn to make something up instead of speaking my true thoughts."
The lights slowly came on as Kisha walked inside. She stood there quietly. She still couldn't believe he had said he loved her. It was messing with her mind and her mood. She wasn't sure if she wanted to give pain or be loved. She walked up to him and ran a nail across his back.
Jason had his eyes closed with his head down in the shadow his body cast. When felt the nail run across his back, his eyes flicked open, however he decided to fiegn sleep, just to see what would happen.
She noticed the change in his breathing. She looked and saw his eyes closed. So he wanted to play did he? Very well. She used the nails on her hand to rake a trail of welts down his back all the way to his ass before she paused.
He visibly tensed as her nails ripped into the flesh on his back. Jason gritted his teeth and his eyes flew open at the sudden harsh pain. Small spots of blood formed on some of the deeper welts and his fists clenched as he tried to block out the pain.
"Never fake stuff with me, Jason. It displeases me," Kisha said. She walked around to look him in the face. "Did you mean it?" she asked suddenly.
Jason raised an eyebrow at this question, he'd said a lot of serious things so he could only ask, "That I should learn to keep my mouth shut? After what you just did I'll be damned if I ever think anything again."
Kisha frowned. "Did you mean what you said at the park after we made it to the parking lot to go home?"
He couldn't help his defiant nature at this time and with a barely audible chuckle. "I meant both things I said there. But I see now that it's a one sided feeling, not that I blame you though. After all, who could love an animal with a violence fetish?"
Kisha gasped and then her expression changed to one of anger. "HOW DARE YOU PRESUME TO KNOW MY EMOTIONS!" she roared and then slapped him hard.
Jason had no choice but to take the full force of the slap, pain searing through his cheek and lip. He took a few moments to re-gather his thoughts before spitting out a mouthful of blood. As the thick dark blood hit the floor, it splattered outward, tagging Kisha's boots.
"I never said I did, it was a general statement."
"You never asked either," she snapped.
He looked down at the floor so his Mistress would unable to see his eyes betray his feelings. "I was taught never to question my Mistress, and so unless told to do so, I never do."
Kisha let out a frustrated growl and walked away from him. She started lowering him to the floor. "Your punishment is over."
Jason stood where he was as his Mistress undid the Body Harness around him and sighed a mere fraction, knowing what he had to do to mend the wound he had caused.
He prepared himself for the onslaught she would bring to him in her red hot blazing fury. "You're getting weak, I barely even felt that slap, plus your too slow, I had a full second to brace myself."
Kisha just looked at him. "Get out. Pack your things and get out of my house. You're money will be on the table. Daniel will be out front with a car. This arrangement is over," she said coldly before spinning on her heel and leaving the room.
Jason raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly, his voice full of venom. "So that's it? you're just giving up?"
Jason snorted and rolled his eyes, spitting out another mouthful of blood. "You really are getting out of sync with being a mistress. I remember the days when you used to have fire, spirit."
Jason shrugged to himself and stretched his arms, yawning. "But I guess I'm too much man for you to handle. I guess what I said when we first met has come true. You've finally submitted to me, a real man. A wild man whom you gave up on just because he said I love you."
Jason looked at the ceiling a moment, feigning thought. "It's quite pathetic really, having such a poor weakness. At least I tried to resist it and keep myself in check, you on the other hand. Seem to have folded very easily."
Kisha had gone out to the hallway and stopped in her tracks when she heard his words. She was too furious to really be giving up. She loved him too but she wasn't about to tell him that. No, she had another idea. She kept walking until she reached her room and then placed a call to Mario. If Jason truly loved her well he would get his chance to prove it.
Jason sighed minor and shook his head to himself, a faint smirk crossing his face as violent thoughts entered his mind. Softly he whispered. "Well, since she doesn't want me anymore...there won't be any consequences to me, having a little 'fun' with Mario and his gang of kidnappers."
Fifteen minutes after leaving Jason, Kisha stepped aside the house and got into a black van. She touched Mario's shoulder. "Don't injure him too badly. This is the final test. If he passes it, things will change."
Mario gritted his teeth. "Kisha, are you sure? I mean he's just a stupid brawler from overseas. He's been with you for like what? A year and he's confessing to loving you. I think it's all a sham. Let us persuade him to leave. Life was better when he wasn't around."
"If it's a sham, we will find out. Now won't we?" Kisha said coldly as she closed the door.
Jason slipped his bag over his shoulder and deposited his money into his wallet before walking out of the house. As he walked along the street he flicked open his cell phone and dialled up the operator. "Yeah, could you give me the address of Mcdean's Gunsmiths?"
Jason was grinning to himself as he memorised the address and hailed down a cab. He climbed in and gave the cabbie the address, sitting back Jason grinned once more and enjoyed the ride.
Daniel pulled his car behind the cab and followed it to its destination. He relayed to Mario where they went and promised to spring the trap.
He followed Jason inside and walked boldly up to him. "Mario took Kisha."
Jason paused as he looked over the guns and turned slowly, his eyes dark, a fire in them like a phoenix. Jason's arm shot out and gripped Daniel tightly by the throat, making sure to squeeze just enough so he could cough out an answer. "You've got three seconds to tell me where and why or I'll snap your neck like a chickens."
"He never liked you! And Kisha turned down his offer of marriage today when he asked. I guess he was pissed!" Daniel croaked out.
Jason narrowed his eyes at Daniel and leaned close, his voice dripping with malice of things to come if Daniel didn't co-operate. "You still ain't told me where, boy."
Jason tightened his grip fractionally and grabbed Daniel's balls with the other hand squeezing them hard also.
Daniel's eyes bulged and then he gasped out, "The warehouse, the one out by the docks that Kisha uses to throw parties sometimes."
Jason's grin widened to one of pre wickedness. "Thank you Daniel, and just in case your in on this and try to take me out before I can have my fun with Marco..."
Jason squeezed hard on Daniel's balls, watching his reaction as he almost crushed them in his vice like grip.
"Please, I told you what you wanted!" Daniel squeaked, very close to fainting.
"I know you did Daniel and I'm pleased with that. Hence why I'm merely making you pass out rather than blowing your fucking back stabbing nuts off right here!" Jason snarled and squeezed harder, watching as Daniel slipped into unconciousness.
Jason dropped Daniel's unconscious form and turned back to the desk clerk who, like all gun shop clerks, ignored the proceedings till his client was done. Jason threw a wad of bills onto the counter top and nodded to a pump action shotgun and hunting knife. "I'll take both."
Once the transaction was completed Jason turned to leave, however he paused by Daniels side. Smirking to himself again, he growled and snapped a hard kick into Daniel's gut.
Daniel only moaned but did not waken.
The cabbie had stayed put and waited until Jason got in the cab. "Where would you like to go now?"
Jason looked at the cabbie with determination in his eyes. "Warehouse 56 on bluelake industrial estate, and make it fast." Jason tossed the cabbie twice the fare for incentive.
Without another word the cabbie sped off and within fifteen minutes they were there. "Here you go sir. Do I need to wait?"
Jason shook his head and patted the cabbie's shoulder. "Naw man, you take the rest of the day off, I doubt you'll wanna be here when I'm done."
Jason slid out of the cab and held the shotgun in his left hand as he loaded it with shredder cartridges designed to cause maximum damage.
The cab blinked when he saw the weapon and decided he was going to take his clients advice. He drove off in a hurry and hoped that the young man was stopped before doing something foolish.
Jason's eyes narrowed as he neared the door and readied his gun. Jason kicked at the hard metal door base with his boot and placed the muzzle against the sliding plate, waiting for it to open.
No one answered but suddenly a scream ripped through the air and it sounded female.
Jason's eyes widened a moment before he took a step back, aimed at the lock and fired. Jason grunted as he kicked the door in and advanced along the corridor. "Kisha?"
