hold your breathe.

Savannah couldn't believe her luck. She had always been the sort of fan that dreamed of what it would be like to sleep with Jason but she knew that it would never happen. Until she went to the comic con a few hours away from her home that she had met Jason for the first time. He had smiled at her and called her beautiful during a meet and greet but she had thought that was the end of it. It had certainly been enough to excite her, to send her heart racing. What she hadn't been expecting was a few hours later when one of the security guards approached her. Jason wanted her to come back stage so they could meet and she had been more than ecstatic. She hadn't thought much about it, happily agreeing and following after the guard.

She met up with Jason and almost an hour later, she had found herself sitting at the restaurant in the hotel while eating appetizers and sharing drinks with Jason. A little while later, Savannah found herself heading up to Jason's hotel room with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. She was nervous but excited, she was about to sleep with Jason freakin' Momoa.

The next thing that Savannah knew, she found herself waking up. Her head was pounding and that was the first thing she noticed but that was expected, she had drank a fair bit to settle her nerves the night before. And she was naked which was enough to cause her to groan and reach down to pull the sheets over her body. Except her arm didn't quite move. Groaning, Savannah slowly opened her eyes against the light in the room. It seemed brighter than she remembered and the room looked different than she remembered.

"Ja-" she started to say his name, only to freeze when she noticed the handcuff around her wrist. Savannah let out a soft giggle, thinking that it was only a remnant of the night before. Savannah grumbled as she sat up a bit more, looking around. She didn't see Jason so she wasn't sure where he was.

Jason had had an early call that morning, another panel at the same Comic Con that he had met Savannah at. She hadn't been the first fan he had encountered and taken back to a hotel room, and he was sure she wouldn't be the last. He didn't know what it was about younger girls that were so infatuated with him, that made him want to hurt them. But after their nice date and the amazing sex they had in the hotel room last night, Jason had his body guards move the sleeping girl to his new hotel room, a few hours away in Santa Monica. He was scheduled to go there for a shoot after his last panel, and it just made it a lot more convenient if she was already there waiting on him.

After his panel, he left the venue and got in his vehicle, and was drove to his next destination, where he spent the next couple of hours doing the shoot for an upcoming movie. Once that was done, he could make his way back to his new hotel room, and have a bit more fun with Savannah. She had no idea what was going to come her way.

He took the elevator up to his room and opened the door, his jacket already off and draped over his arm, and a bottle of red wine in his hand. "There you are." He smiled, seeing her still cuffed securely the bed. Jason knew he had nothing to really worry about, the rest of the floor had been booked out so he would have his privacy, and if anyone did hear any screaming, they would just think he was getting lucky. He popped the cork off the wine bottle and poured two glasses, "Uncomfortable? You've been in that position for a while." He laughed.

Savannah moved to sit up straight, reaching over for the television remote. She didn't have anything else to do but watch tv because she didn't know where her phone was. Sighing, Savannah pulled the bed sheet close to her body and decided to rent a movie. She was sure that Jason wouldn't mind, after all he was rich. She was sure that he wouldn't miss the six dollars it cost him for her to rent the movie she eventually settled on.

Her attention was dragged to the hotel room door the moment that it started to open. Savannah sat up a bit straighter, a frown forming on her lips. She wasn't really sure why him appearing unnerved her but his comment about her being in the same position for awhile sent her heart racing. "Can you uncuff me? And where are my clothes? I really should probably get going..." she trailed off, shaking her head when Jason offered her the glass of wine that he had just poured.

"My friends that I'm here with are probably worried. I mean, they know where I am but still... I need to at least let them know I'm alive," Savannah said with a small laugh. She had no clue that this was a bad situation for her to be in, she just thought that Jason had made a mistake and that's what she kept telling herself because anything else would make her sick to the stomach.

Jason smiled, pulling the drapes over the windows to give them privacy. "Trust me, your friends have no clue where you are. You don't need to worry about them." He smiled, taking a sip from his own wine glass. He turned back to face her, the only light in the room now coming from the television she had been watching. The colors flickered across her face and Jason could only feel the excitement run up his spine. He walked over to her and sat down on the bed, "No, I won't uncuff you."

This was his favorite part, the moment fear set into the girl he had kidnapped when she realized she was in a bad predicament. He loved watching the looks on their faces as they racked their brain trying to figure out a away to get out of here. It was always the same song, some women would try screaming their heads off, others would try bribery and others would just cry and beg for mercy. He wondered which Savannah would be.

"I will tell you what I'm going to do, though." He smirked, pulling his pocket knife from his pants and waving it around in the air, hoping Savannah caught his drift. "I'm going to have a lot of fun."

Confusion flashed across Savannah's features when Jason refused to uncuff her. She straightened up, tightening her grip on the sheet that was wrapped around her body. An uncomfortable knot settled in the pit of her stomach as she tried to figure out what Jason was trying to get at. In the back of her mind, she knew what it was but she didn't want to admit it to herself. She didn't want to admit that Jason was effectively trying to keep her here against her will.

Whatever doubt that was left in her mind fell away when Jason produced a pocket knife from his pants. The colour drained from Savannah's features as she pushed her back flat against the headboard. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head. "J-Jason... listen. I don't.. I don't know what you want from me but this isn't okay. You need to let me go. Now. So that I can go back home. I have a job and I go to school. They'll figure out something is wrong and then they'll report me as missing and then they'll start looking for me. "

Savannah took a deep breathe, swallowing back the lump in her throat. "My friends know I was with you so you'll be the first person the police speak to but if you let me go now, we can just forget this even happened, okay?"

Jason shook his head and chuckled, "They can talk to me all they want, princess. They'll never find you. Just like they haven't found the ten girls before you."

An evil smirk spread across his face and he started to crawl up the bed, his body hovering over top of her. "Where should I cut first?" He smirked, letting the sharp edge of the blade kiss her sweet skin. He could feel how terribly frightened she was underneath of him, she was shaking like a leaf.

"Here." Jason smiled, letting the knife sink into her left shoulder blade. He pressed it in deep, and then pulled the blade down her arm, watching as the blood came up to the surface and poured down her arm like honey.

Savannah started to shake as Jason laughed, his words sending ice through her veins. She had no way of fighting him off and she had a feeling that Jason wasn't exactly lying to her. That every word he said was true and it just made her start crying, faced with the hopelessness of it all.

"Please. J-Jason, please," Savannah started to beg, having no real clue what the hell to even say to him as he held the knife up. Gritting her teeth at the stinging sensation, she let out a pained gasp as he sank the knife into her shoulder blade. She cried out, her eyes widening as her tears were given even more fuel. Looking up to Jason, she flinched as she desperately tried to pull away from the knife but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

"Please," she croaked, using her free hand to try and push at his chest. "Please. You're hurting me," she whimpered, knowing full well how stupidly oblivious she sounded. "Stop!"

Jason smirked, straddling her waist and twisting the knife in her flesh. The sensation of her trying her damnedest to push away from her, her weak hand pressing into his chest, was enough to make a shiver run down his spine. "C'mon, baby, fight me." He smirked, feeling his blood start to rush his dick, the whole situation turning him on. He loved it when he heard a girl begging and pleading for her life. He pulled the knife out and trailed the blade down her chest, causing small cuts to appear, thin lines of blood came rushing up to the surface. "Your voice sounds so cute when you cry." He smirked, leaning down and nipping her chin with his teeth, pressing his crotch into her as he brought his free hand up to cup her throat, squeezing down on it, hearing her gasp for air.

Each time that she twisted and turned, it sent a burning pain through her arm and that just made Savannah want to cry even harder. She didn't understand why this was happening, why Jason was doing this to her. She had loved their night together and it wasn't like she had been... bad, or so she thought. She couldn't figure out why he was doing this. Using her free hand, Savannah desperately shoved at Jason's chest, digging her nails into his skin in a weak attempt to get him off of her. Tears fell freely and Savannah let out a sharp cry when he finally pulled the knife free from her arm. Her chest was heaving with effort as she tried to push Jason away, her face crumbling when Jason rolled his hips against hers. Feeling him so turned on disgusted her, how was this turning him on? Savannah sobbed, trying to turn away from his affection, trying to pry his fingers from her throat. "Please. Please. Stop," she croaked out, clawing at his hand as she tried to move away from him. There was nowhere for her to go and it was useless but Savannah was at least trying to put up some sort of fight.

Jason smiled, "Keeping trying to fight, baby." He encouraged her, ripping the sheet she had been clinging to her body away from her. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, giving it a few thrusts as he looked over the blood trickling over her pale skin.

He moaned, feeling his cock throb, and grow harder the more she cried. He applied more pressure on her throat, liking the sound of her gasping for air as the color started to leave her face. When things got like this, it was harder and harder for Jason to control himself, sometimes he ended up killing girls on the first night because he couldn't help himself.

He guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing it up and down her lips. "You're wet." He smirked, feeling how dripping she was. "You're a nasty girl." He laughed, "You like this." He pushed inside of her.

Savannah choked on a sob as the sheet was ripped from her body. She knew what was about to happen and she hated that Jason was going to be able to do whatever he wanted to. She wanted to cover her body and hide but being cuffed in place made her effectively a sitting duck. His moans made her sick to her stomach, the thought of Jason getting off to this made her feel that much dirtier. She had enjoyed last night so much and now, here she was about to violated in a way that she had never asked for.

Shaking her head, almost frantic as she tried to pull herself away from Jason, Savannah whimpered as she looked up to him. "No. No, please. Don't do this. Not like this. Jason, please," she begged, using her injured arm to try and push him away. It was useless but still, she tried. She let out a groan as Jason pushed into her, clamping her eyes shut as she turned her head to the side. SHe didn't want to see him, see the pleasure on his face as he fucked her after mutilating her body.

"Please," Savannah croaked, trying to close her legs as she squirmed against him.

The more Savannah tried to fight him, the harder Jason's cock got. He pushed into her, moaning as he pulled back out, slowly, repeating his motions over and over. "Keep squirming, babe." He smirked, holding the knife to her throat as he slid his free hand into her hair, tangling his fingers in her golden locks. He pulled tight on her hair, hearing a gasp at the pain. He started to fuck her harder, deeper and faster, not caring one bit if he hurt her. In fact, he invited it.

He listened to her cry and beg him to stop, and the pleading only made him feel more and more turned on, more and more like he was going to explode inside of her. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep in your tight cunt." He smirked, looking down at her as she cried. He remembered last night how she had insisted on him wearing a condom, and he had, to seem gentlemanly. "Say you're mine." His grin only grew as he grabbed her by her jaw, forcing her mouth up to meet his as he kissed her deeply. "Say it, or I'll slice your throat right now." He glared down at her, watching her eyes peer into his.

Savannah felt each and every thrust that Jason made, whimpering each time that he did. She wanted nothing more than to die in the moment. She didn't want Jason anywhere near her and she couldn't for the life of her understand how she had ever idolized Jason in the way that she had. She tried to pull away from the knife at her throat but it was no use. "Jason," his name came out as a cry, his thrusts no longer pleasurable for her. Had he been rough the night before, Savannah would have been completely fine with it but this sort of rough was a whole other level that she wasn't other with. "Please!"

His words made her sick and she shook her head, trying to close her legs but it was of no use. Jason was too strong, too big for her to have any real affect. Her lips didn't move to meet Jason's eagerly like they had the night before, they remained parted with cries that wracked her entire body. Savannah shook her head at his demand, all but refusing to speak but his threat, it made her reconsider and she hated it. "I-I'm y-yours," she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as her hand fell away from Jason's chest. Savannah was exhausted and she was beginning to realize there was no point in fighting Jason because he was too strong, she was weak and she was injured.

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[im sorry I didn't see this! I'll reply when I get home]

The sound of her whimpers and baited breathing was enough to drive Jason to a climax. Hearing her admit that she belonged to him was what really sent him over the edge, even if he had to coerce it out of her. He pumped her full of his semen, only pulling away when he knew was completely empty. "Fuck." He groaned, pulling out of her and dragging the cold steel of his knife down her collar.

He got up off of her and stretched, stepping off of the bed and walking around the room to try and gain his bearings. He felt like he was on top of the world in that moment. "Fuck!" He smirked, repeating himself as he looked down at the pathetic mess of a girl that laid in the fetal position on the bed. "What, wasn't that good for you?" He laughed, scooping her up in his arms, cutting the ties from her wrists. He packed her into the bathroom and dropped her in the tub. "Clean yourself up." He smirked. "You're a fucking mess."

Not only was Savannah covered in his cum, mixed with blood and tears, but her makeup from the previous day was running all down her face. It was a look that could've had Jason rock hard again in a second, but he was completely out of breath.

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Savannah's shoulders sagged with relief when Jason finished. She was disgusted with what had just happened but at least he was finished torturing her. Or so she hoped. Whimpering as his knife pressed against her skin, she tried her hardest to get awa yfrom it. "Please. Please, no more," she croaked, curling in on herself. She pulled her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could feel his cum leaking out of her and it completely disgusted her. Made her feel like nothing more than a pathetic whore.

Whimpering as Jason picked her up, Savannah had to twist away from him so that he wasn't applying pressure to the wound on her shoulder. She winced as she was dropped into the tub, pressing herself against the cold wall. She shied away from him as much as she could, her entire body shaking as she sobbed. Savannah knew that she was starting to go into shock, that her body was trying to get her away from what was happening.

"P-Please... Jason. I n-need help," she whispered, motioning with her uninjured hand toward the wound on her shoulder. The bleeding had slowed considerably but it would reopen with any little movement she made. Savannah sobbed, pressing her face into her arm. "Why," she choked out the one word that had been running through her mind since Jason had stepped into the hotel room. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he doing this to begin with?

@ MShadz

Jason smirked, leaning down as he leaned over to turn on the hot water. He listened to the water hit the tub, slowly filling it up. "I'm all the help you need." He smiled, forcing her to relax back, leaning her down in the tub. "You just relax and feel the warm water over your wounds, okay?" He smirked.

He watched the water rise, beginning to cover her skin more and more. The blood trailing from her wounds ran into the clear water, turning orange before it dissipated. "Are you really asking me why?" He asked, rolling his eyes, "Why does anyone do anything bad?" He asked her, running his hand over her soft skin. "Just get over it, sweetie. This is happening, don't waste both of our time by asking stupid questions."