Second Chances

I woke up with my wrists bound together behind my back and sitting in a wooden chair. I looked around, not knowing where I was. The last thing I remembered was meeting Jashire then…that fucking bastard. I struggled to free my hands from the ropes, and only succeeded in making bruises form. I looked around for something to use to cut myself free, but found nothing.

“Looks like you’re finally awake.” I looked up at Jashire and glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“That can be arranged.” My glare intensified when he spoke. I knew that he would essentially be able to do whatever he wanted to me, but I’d fight against him the best I could. “Now, depending on how you answer I might let you leave sooner than I originally planned.” He paused for a moment and pulled a knife from his belt. “Why did you bring Clair into the band as my replacement?”

“We needed a guitarist after you left. She can play better than you can, and Kaim suggested that we introduce her as our new guitarist since she was already part of the band.” Apparently he didn’t like the answer I gave. He brought the blade of the knife against my arm, pressed down and quickly slid it across my skin.I refused to give him the satisfaction in hearing me cry out, but I wasn’t able to keep the soft, almost inaudible whimper that escaped me.

“Why are you getting upset over a small cut like this? You should be used to this kind of pain since that’s all you ever did.” I glared up at him; he always assumed that any kind of cut was the same thing as one that was self-inflicted. It wasn’t, self-inflicted wounds didn’t hurt quite as much.

“You’re pathetic Jashire. You really think by kidnapping me, and torturing me like this that you’re ever going to get back into the band?”

“Stupid girl, this isn’t about getting back into the stupid band. It’s about me finally getting what I’ve wanted since I met you.”

“I don’t know what your obsession with me is. But I don’t fucking like you like that Jashire.”

“Oh I know. That’s why if you value your pathetic life you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

“Why me Jashire, what did I ever do that made you this obsessed with me?” I figured that if I tried talking to him, he’d stop whatever it was that he was planning.

“It’s nothing that you did, purposely anyway.” He slid the blade across my arm again, just above the first cut. “But since I can’t have you, I have to make sure that no one else can either.” Only then did it dawn on me that Jashire might actually end up killing me if he kept this up. I wonder how the band will cope with the loss of their lead singer. I can only hope that if I make it out of this that they don’t replace me, it’s not like I left willingly.

“Stop thinking about the stupid band, bitch.” As he spoke, Jashire backhanded me, causing my head to snap to the side. I looked up at him, and spit blood into his face. I was going to stay defiant for as long as I possibly could, no matter what happened.

Notes

Sorry it took so long to update and sorry it's so short. I'm not very good with 'torture' scenes. My friend is better at them than I am, but alas she's not writing this with me. Fair warning for the next chapter, it's probably going to be just as short.

Random fact:
The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb. (I actually learned this from watching The Boondock Saints. One of the best movies EVER!!!!)

I just wanted to thank everyone for your support. I'm constantly forgetting that there are people who actually care. So, thanks so much guys!

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Don't hurt me...I had to make Jazz the bad guy I'm so sorry! *Hides behind Jashire*