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Savannah looked up when Jason headed into the bathroom, shrinking away from him on instinct. She didn't know what exactly was going on but it seemed like they were in a rush. She started packing faster, just managing to zip the bag shut when Jason reappeared. She gave him an uneasy smile, nodding when he asked if she was ready. She had also tossed on a hoodie, figuring that she needed to be comfortable and that it was best if she wore it because it would help cover the bruises on her neck.

Following after Jason, Savannah was quiet as they stepped into the elevator. Admittedly, Savannah was a bit nervous because she didn't know what to expect. The night before, Ben had seemed like he was a good friend. Was there a possibility of running into him on their way home? The thought was enough to make her even more nervous the longer that she dwelled on it.

Savannah looked up to Jason, chewing on her lip. She wanted to ask but she knew that she didn't want to risk him thinking there was an ulterior motive. Instead, Savannah chose to be quiet. He seemed like he was already in a fowl mood and she knew that she didn't want to somehow make it any worse.

Once they were settled in the car, Savannah glanced toward him with a raised eyebrow. "Are we stopping anywhere to eat before we head to the airport or..?" She made sure to keep her voice lowered,n ot wanting to be too loud and risk upsetting Jason. She was only trying to figure out what the typical plan was for a day like this.

Jason was quick to throw his bag over his shoulder, not wanting to miss their first flight. It wouldn't be the end of the world, because he could always catch another one, but that meant it would take longer for them to return home and ..., well, Jason was ready to just be home. He had a large estate with an even larger backyard, secluded in the mountains. He ushered Savannah out of the room, happy to see she had been smart enough to wear something that would cover most of her skin, hiding the many bruises that kissed all over her skin.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, looking over at her when she mentioned stopping for food. "We're not stopping anywhere, but there are plenty of places throughout the airport, and we should have time to get you something before getting on the plane."

Jason wasn't in the mood for much conversation, resting his head against the seat, he closed his eyes. He would try to grab at a few more moments of sleep on the way to the airport, but with the car constantly coming to a halt every few seconds, he found it nearly impossible. Good ol' big city traffic for you.

Once they were at the airport, the cab driver pulled them up to the entrance, the man getting out and hurrying to the trunk to help gather their things. Jason let himself out, before rounding the car and opening Savannah's door. There was no real reason for him to be acting like such a gentleman, but he still felt the need to show some sort of courtesy. Taking his bags from the driver, he tipped the man with some cash out of his wallet and wrapped his arm around Savannah's waist, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of a side pocket of his bag. A small part of him was worried that they would run into Ben in the airport. He had heard him mention something about leaving the next morning, just the same as them, the night before at dinner.

"So, food then?" Jason grumbled, his arm tightening around her waist as he led her into the busy airport. People were all packed inside, slowly going through the TSA checkpoints, and once they were through themselves, he knew there would be a slew of different options Savannah could choose from before they would head to their terminal.

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Savannah was quick to shrug her shoulders when Jason asked if she was hungry. To be fair, she was but she was still afraid to even really have an opinion or need that she wanted to indulge a little bit. Chewing on the inside of her lip, Savannah glanced toward Jason out of the corner of her eye. "If we have time for it but if not, I can just grab something on the plane. That's fine, too," Savannah mentioned gently, wanting to make it as clear as she possibly could that it didn't matter. Well, it did but Savannah wouldn't push Jason if he decided she could wait until the plane.

Recognizing that Jason wasn't too keen on a conversation, Savannah was quiet as she settled her hands in her lap. She stared out of the cab's window as they raced down the road toward the airport. She felt like she was in some sort of twisted fantasy world where she was getting to be with a man she'd fantasized about but it was the exact opposite of what she had hoped for.

She took Jason's hand without hesitation this time around, forcing a smile to her face. Savannah was sure there would be people that recognized Jason right away, even if they didn't approach and ask for anything. Leaning into Jason's side, Savannah was surprised by just how relaxed she felt. Jason wouldn't hurt her here, she was safe. If she continued to do a good job, then maybe he wouldn't hurt her so bad when they got home.

"How much time do we have until we have to catch the plane? Do we have enough time to eat?" Savannah asked softly, looking up to him even as he offered to get food. She was more concerned with what Jason would have preferred than anything else.

Jason noticed how Savannah relaxed into his side, her fingers intertwining with his. It seemed she was finally beginning to understand how things were, how they would be and she was coming to terms with it. The quicker she learned how to please him and just live with it, the happier she would be and the easier things would become.

"We have time," Jason answered as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. He looked back up as he slid it back into his back pocket, looking around at all the food places they were passing. "I'm sure there's almost anything you could be wanting," he mumbled as they passed a small cafe on their left and then a Panda Express.

Jason was doing his best to keep his head down, pulling his hood up over his head and hoping the sunglasses did enough to shield his face. He didn't want to be stopped by a fan, for the sheer reason of how annoying it could be. That, and he didn't want to overwhelm Savannah more than she already seemed to be. He could tell she was walking over eggshells, the way she had asked multiple times if it was okay for her to get something to eat. He was surprised her multiple questioning had already been enough to piss him off. "What sounds good to you?" He asked, letting his arm slip down from her shoulders, instead holding her around the waist.

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Savannah's shoulders relaxed when Jason told her they had time for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last ten or so minutes. She was still nervous to even look to one side or the other, long enough to view her options because of the little voice in the back of her thoughts. If Jason decided he was angry with her because of something she did, she would spend the next however long-suffering in silence. She knew better than to beg him to stop or to apologize in moments like that.

Chewing on her bottom lip as she started to look from side to side, nodding toward the Panera Bread that was off toward the side "They have a really good chicken mac and cheese," she said, realizing even as they turned toward the restaurant that she'd pointed out that it was still breakfast time.

"Can I have the cinnamon bagel with cream cheese aaand.. a hot chocolate with the chocolate chip marshmallows, please?" Savannah thanked the woman who took her order, falling quiet when she realized that she didn't have any form of payment. She didn't even have her phone - she relied on Jason for everything. She could do nothing for herself and it made her feel completely useless. Exhaling forcefully, Savannah had to force herself to smile despite herself as they stepped over to the side to wait for her order.

"Did you.. want to go get yourself something to eat? I'll just sit right over there," Savannah mentioned, nodding toward a gathering of empty tables. Panic flashed across her features for a moment before her smile returned. "J-Just.. so you don't have to wait too long," she explained softly, hoping that Jason wouldn't read into her suggestion too much.

{I often fantasize about panera bread. i imagine it's not nearly as good as it looks but there's so many things there i want to try fuckin' canada }

Jason eyed the small woman as she ordered, watching as she instinctively fumbled to her pockets, her hands patting them over as if looking for her own way to pay. He couldn't help how he chuckled under his breath, his fingers roaming up her back before twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he moved to stand next to her. Sliding his card out of his pocket, he handed it to the lady, who seemed to be staring intensively at him, a blush on her face as she thanked him. He only nodded, mumbling something as he stepped back after they paid.

Looking around the airport, his eyes scanned over his other options, before noting the Dunkin' Donuts that was still in view of where they stood. He could head over there to get his coffee and still be able to watch Savannah, to make sure she didn't try running away from him. Could he trust her not to attempt it, though? His hand fell from her hair, landing on her shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze, "go sit and don't move." They were pretty easy instructions, but it wouldn't surprise him if she somehow managed to fuck it up.

He didn't like leaving her there alone, but this was a test of good faith. He wouldn't be able to watch her every minute of every day for the rest of their time together, and he was sure he had scared her enough with his threat of harming her family. Glancing over his shoulder as he made his way across to the coffee shop, he watched Savannah move to sit at the tables before heading up to the counter and ordering an iced coffee and an egg sandwich.

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"Well, what a coincidence!" Ben had moving through the airport, surveying the many different options for breakfast just as they had been doing when his eyes fell on Savannah sitting alone near Panera Bread. Without even asking, figuring it was more than okay, he pulled out one of the chairs next to her and took a seat. "Where's Jason?" He asked, leaning on the table, shifting before sitting his bag down by his feet. He hadn't stopped to give Savannah a good look yet, instead, looking around for her date.

When he couldn't find him, Ben turned his attention back to Savannah, a big smile appearing on his face as he greeted her. "So did you enjoy yourself-" He froze, his words instantly dropping when his eyes fell on the girl, pinpointing in immediately on the purplish bruise that decorated her jawline, close to her ear. The bruises were small, but the perfect shape for someones fingers and it was obvious to Ben what had happened. He leaned in a bit closer, his face falling as he tried to find the words. "Are you okay?" He whispered, his eyes moving up to meet hers. "Is something wrong?" It was honestly a shock to him to even think Jason could be the cause of the bruise, but what other reasoning would there be? Not wanting to believe his friend could be capable of something so heinous, he straightened his posture, beginning to look around the airport again for his peer.

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Savannah didn't need to be told twice to sit and not to move from the table, afraid of what could have happened if she even hinted at leaving. She curled in on herself, staring at the bagel that she had ordered as she felt another wave of uncertainty settle in her veins. Peeling off a tiny bit of the bagel, Savannah was just about to take the bite when Ben called from a few feets away from her. The colour drained from her face and she couldn't have forced a smile to her face if she had wanted to, her gaze flitting around the bar until she looked to Jason at Dunkin Donuts. He was going to be so angry, he was going to hurt her, would she ever leave his estate?

"I, uh-" Savannah stumbled over her words, her stomach twisting as she dropped the bagel piece back down onto the wrapper. She started to look up to Ben, only to freeze when she noticed the way that Ben was looking at her. Her eyes widened just slightly, her lips parting as she struggled desperately to come up with something that she could even say to him. She started breathing a bit deeper, a thin layer of sweat breaking out across her skin despite the smile that she managed to force onto her features. Savannah cleared her throat, shaking her head hurriedly.

"No, of course not," she said, lifting her drink up and taking a long sip of it. "Just haven't had any coffee yet and I think I need it is all," she explained, hoping that Ben would just fall for the lie that she had given because otherwise, she had no clue how she was going to get out of this. Savannah could practically hear Jason screaming at her, telling her how much of a slut she was for even sharing a table with Ben. But if she didn't somehow convince Ben that everything was okay... if Ben started asking questions.. ohgod. "We didn't get to bed until a bit.." she trailed off, blushing slightly. "Late. I'm not really used to operating on such little sleep," she added with a slight shrug, trying her damnedest to act as if nothing was wrong.

It was terrifying to Ben how Savannah had reacted. He had noticed the way her pupils dilated in fear, how her entire demeanor had changed. It was easy to see how stiff she became, moving slowly as if thinking meticulously about each movement before she made it. Even the smile that appeared on her face, even if it was still beautiful, seemed so forced. It was obvious that she knew exactly what he had been asking about, even if her answer tried leading him down a completely different track.

Leaning slightly more forward, Ben's expression hardened, though his eyes still pleaded with her to tell him the truth. "Where did that came from, Savannah?" He kept his voice low, barely above a whisper in case he didn't notice Jason returning. No other part of his body moved, he didn't raise a hand to point at the bruise, nor did he let his eyes move from her gaze. She knew what he was asking about. "Are you sure everything's fine?"

His stomach flipped, knowing the truth, knowing that she was about to lie to him again. Her hands were trembling, he could tell by the way her coffee sloshed around inside the transparent plastic cup. It was even evident in her voice, the way she tripped over such simple sentences. He could see right through her. Jason was hurting her. He didn't want to believe it, he wanted to believe he knew Jason for the man he presented himself as. A kind, lovable goofball, not a monster that would lay even a finger on a woman, but the evidence was right in front of his face. Ben wanted to reach out, to grab her hands and demand she tell him the truth, but he knew that would only make things worse, much, much worse. "You can tell me," he whispered, but when he heard heavy footsteps, he softened his expression, quick to laugh and pretend like they had been talking about something else.

"That sounds about right, for Jason to keep you up all night and then sleep in through his alarm," Ben raised back, straightening up in his seat as he rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Jason move by him with his breakfast in his hands, before pulling out the seat next to Savannah.

"Hey, Ben." Jason's voice was low, despite the grin he tried to force on his face. He hadn't seen much before walking back towards the table, but he had seen how close Ben had leaned in towards Savannah and that was enough to cause the large man to grit his teeth. He tossed his breakfast sandwich on to the table out of frustration, before pulling out a chair and taking a seat. He glanced towards Savannah, his gaze warning her that she better have kept her mouth shut. "Heading home, too?" He asked, turning his attention back to his friend as he took a sip of his coffee. It was hard to ignore the way his skin was crawling, but he tried to chalk it up to paranoia. Savannah knew better than to try and tell anyone anything, or at least he hoped so.

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Savannah was starting to panic and she was sure that Ben would be able to figure that out. He was a professional actor, she was just trying not to end up pissing Jason off. He already seemed like he wasn’t in a good mood because of having such little sleep. She didn’t want to make it worse. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ben,” Savannah forced out the words, swallowing thickly. She prayed Ben would leave it there because she noticed Jason turn toward them and begin approaching. She didn’t think Jason would do anything in public because she also hadn’t thought he would nearly choke her to death the night before. Now, she knew anything was possible.

At the sound of the laugh that Ben let out, Savannah forced herself to laugh. She didn’t want Jason reacting poorly but she knew even with the look that he gave her, that she was going to tell him what had just happened. Once they were away from Ben, so he wouldn’t prod any deeper than he already had.

Savannah tensed as Jason sat, afraid he would pick up on what happened without even being told. “We can watch your bag if you want to grab a bite to eat,” Savannah offered, nodding toward Ben’s bag. She knew he would be reluctant to leave but she was so beyond relieved when he stood. Ben would be far enough away and then she could just tell Jason now. Then he wouldn’t feel like she had tried to hide anything from him. She hadn’t even considered that Jason might lash out at Ben. Maybe not now but in the future.

Once Ben was far enough away, Savannah’s shoulders sagged. She turned inward toward Jason, not lifting her gaze to look at him. She was afraid of what she would see if she did. “He... started asking... I-I.. I don’t know how he knows. I didn’t tell him anything though. I swear, Jason. I would never,” her voice was lowered so no one else would hear but her attention was focused solely on the abandoned bagel in front of her. She felt too nervous to eat now.

Jason could feel his blood beginning to boil, his hands trembling as Ben stood from his seat, mentioning that he'd be right back. Jason already knew what Savannah was about to tell him, long before she turned to him and began stuttering out some pathetic explanation. His eyes scanned over her, lingering on the bruise that decorated her jawline. He wanted to hit her again, for being such an idiot. Why hadn't she covered that up with something, makeup, a bandaid, anything? Anything other than waltzing through this airport, showing it off like some trophy she wore.

It was obvious Ben knew, the way he lingered at the table, reluctant to leave Savannah. The way his eyes were glued to her, it was written all over his face that he was suspicious now. "You really fucked up this time, Savannah." Jason whispered, forcing himself to relax back in his seat, sipping at his coffee.

He had to force himself to stay calm, pretend like nothing was wrong, because if he came off tense or high-strung, that would only serve to solidify Ben's assumptions. "Did you not see that bruise this morning? Why didn't you try to hide it?" Jason kept his voice low, spinning the conversation like it was all her fault. As if he hadn't been the one to give it to her. For a moment, there was a small voice in the back of his head telling him he had to get rid of Savannah. That this was the last straw, he couldn't allow her to jeopardize his way of life. Thoughts started running through his head, what would he do if this leaked to the presses? If Ben brought his concerns up to someone else and next thing he knew, he was being labeled as an abusive piece of shit? All of his credibility, everything he worked so hard for, gone.

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Savannah felt like she was going to be sick as tears welled in her eyes. The image of the bagel grew blurry and all she could do was stare at it, trying to remain as calm as she could as Jason spoke. She knew that the minute they were alone, Jason would punish her. Fear crept into her veins, making her wonder if she would even make it through the night. If Ben has assumptions, this could go so terribly wrong, all too quickly.

Guilt for the pain she might cause her family solidified the knot in the pit of her stomach as her lips parted, her mind desperately trying to come up with a satisfactory answer to give Jason. “I-I... I don’t have makeup with me,” she attempted, her voice just as quiet as it had been moments ago. She curled her shoulders in on herself, wishing that she could simply disappear. “And I thought they were light... I didn’t think anyone would notice. Or care.”

Savannah took a deep breathe, looking up to Jason. It was evident just how afraid of the rage Jason displayed, she was. But she was grasping at any opportunity to survive today. “But. But if it ever gets brought up... I can say that I enjoy that during... a-and that i asked you to try it. We don’t have to tell...” she trailed off, not wanting to say the truth because she felt like the implications of it would only serve to further upset Jason.

Jason turned himself towards her, the scraping of the chair against the floor enough to make her flinch. It wasn't what she said that pissed him off, but rather how she was acting. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes and if so much as one fell, he was sure he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"You better dry those tears up, fast." His hands were trembling, and he knew how he was threatening her couldn't be helping the situation, but what else was he supposed to do? "We don't have to tell?" He repeated her words, looking at her like she was dumb, "You're right, we don't have to tell anyone because you're making it so fucking obvious, it's written all over your face." He glanced over the airport, looking for Ben.

"Go to the fucking bathroom and pull yourself together." He pointed towards the restroom, "I will come and get you. Don't you even think about trying to run for it, or so help me God, I will make your life a living hell." He couldn't risk Ben returning and seeing Savannah in shambles, with tears burning her eyes and shaking the way she was.

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Savannah's breath caught in the back of her throat when Jason spoke again, demanding her to calm herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath before she reopened them. She couldn't bring herself to say anything else to Jason because she knew that if she spoke, she would end up completely breaking down. Standing when Jason told her to, Savannah stared at her drink and forgotten bagel. She shoved the bagel into her pocket, knowing that she would have to eat eventually as she turned to rush toward the bathroom. She'd left her drink behind, not trusting herself to even carry it at this point.

As she approached the bathroom, for the briefest of moments Savannah let herself consider running away. It would have been so easy to look for Ben or a security guard and run to them for help but Jason's threat hung heavy on her shoulders as she stepped into the bathroom. She stepped into a stall and it was only then that she let out a strangled sob, clamping a hand down on her mouth as she tried to be as quiet as possible. SHe didn't need anyone hearing or asking questions.

It was nearly ten minutes before Savannah managed to gather herself. She still felt like crying but she didn't want to keep Jason waiting. She stepped out of the stall and headed over to the sinks where she washed her face with cool water. Wrapping her arms around herself, Savannah stepped toward the entrance. She lowered her head, staring at the ground as she waited for Jason to call her. She was inside the bathroom, enough that passerbys wouldn't see her while she waited for Jason to call out to her. She wouldn't leave the spot until she heard him.

Jason watched as Savannah left, moving through the airport crowd. He didn't relax back into his seat until he had seen her disappear into the restroom. He stretched his legs out, his eyes falling to Ben's bag on the floor. Where the fuck is he? It was minutes later that Ben showed back up, sitting back down with his food.

"Hey man, I gotta go." Jason sat up straight, stretching his arms out, yawning. "We're gonna miss our flight, I gotta find Savannah..." He could see the way Ben was looking at him, narrowing his eyes as he sipped his drink.

"Is everything okay?" Ben ignored Jason's attempt to leave, leaning over to grab his bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "She seemed a little shaken up over something."

Jason thought about what Savannah had said, lying about the bruises by blaming it on rough sex. Jason rubbed his hands over his face, sighing, before laughing. "She's really embarrassed by it, but... last night we gotta a little too rough, I think she's still, yanno, over it." Jason's face heated up, embarrassed himself for using such a freaky lie. Well, it wasn't really a lie, once he thought about it. "Don't bring it up to her, okay? She's embarrassed by it, but really, I gotta go."

Standing up, he grabbed his bag and pulled it over his shoulders. Ben was looking up at him with wide eyes, stammering a goodbye, but being unable to hold back a chuckle. "Alright then, bye." Ben laughed, watching as Jason walked away, but wasn't so sure he could truly believe him.

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Savannah nearly leapt out of her skin when she heard Jason call her name. Her head snapped upward and she spun toward the exit of the bathroom, her hands shoved into her pockets as she left the bathroom behind. When she spotted Jason, Savannah rushed to his side as her stomach did a little flip flop. She was utterly afraid to be by Jason's side again but he had made it so clear that there was nowhere else for her to go. She didn't know what Jason had told Ben but he'd managed to get rid of the other actor somehow.

"Hi," Savannah mumbled. She forced a smile to her lip, trying to show Jason that she was as he had wanted from her. She hesitated for a moment before she stepped over to him, sliding her arm around his arm, trying to appear as the happy girlfriend that she was supposed to be. She had wanted to ask about maybe calling her mom and letting her know that she'd flown to Jason's home safely but with the way today was turning out, Savannah knew that wasn't going to be a reality. It simply wasn't going to be something that happened.

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Savannah was exhausted by the time that they reached the last airport. She hadn't really caught much sleep while they flew and it showed in the way she moved, sluggish as she walked beside Jason. Reaching up to rub the fatigue from her eyes, Savannah was quiet as they headed out to the vehicle that would be taking them to Jason's home.

Finally able to relax once they were situated in the backseat of the car that would take them to his home, Jason rubbed his hands over his face and sighed loudly. His hands fell away from his face and down on top of his lap and he turned his head to stare out of the window. It had been hours since their meeting with Ben and Jason had had some time to cool off. It also helped that Savannah had kept pretty quiet for the majority of the day, tiptoeing around him and being careful not to step on any of his nerves. The ride was silent until the car pulled up to his driveway, his home a large estate hidden in the hills of Los Angeles.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Jason went around the back and opened the trunk, beginning to pile his bags onto his shoulders, barely looking up when he heard Savannah's door. The driver had gotten out to open her door for her, helping her out of the large SUV. Slamming the trunk closed, Jason moved around to meet the driver, handing him some cash he had kept in his pocket.

He walked up behind Savannah and grabbed her hand with a hard grip, guiding her inside of his home. The inside was dark and quiet, and Jason continued to lead Savannah up a grand staircase towards his bedroom. He could tell how nervous Savannah was, stiff as she followed behind him. This was different now. She was no longer just some girl he decided to pick up for a few nights, now she was something else. Not many girls, definitely none of his victims, had ever stepped foot in his home before. Before now, that seemed to dangerous. Jason could tell Savannah would be with him for quite some time.

Flicking the light on in his bedroom, Jason dropped his bags to his feet, turning around as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Never, never make that mistake again." His voice was hushed as he finally spoke to her, but still a deep growl seemed to come deep in the back of his throat.

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Savannah had only asked the flight attendant on each leg of their journey for a glass of water, it wasn't until their second plane that she found the desire to finish off her bagel. She kept her head lowered, staring at her lap for a majority of the time. She was uneasy with nothing to distract her from what she was sure was going to happen when they got home. The thought was enough to jar her - home. Jason's house would be her new home, whether she ever called somewhere else home, she wouldn't know.

"Thank you," Savannah's voice was quiet, tentative as the driver of the vehicle helped her out. She managed to keep herself from smiling, not wanting to appear too flirty. She didn't want to give Jason another reason to be angry with her. Tensing when she felt Jason's hand in hers, Savannah was quick to turn and follow him into the home. She rushed after him, not even lifting her head long enough to look around the place she would now call home.

Standing in the bedroom, Savannah visibly flinched when Jason turned toward her. She was silent, waiting with baited breathe as she waited to see what would happen. When Jason spoke, Savannah curled in on herself and tried to make herself as small as she could have. She was quick to nod her head before Jason had even finished speaking. Reaching up, Savannah was quick to swipe away a tear that threatened to fall.

"B-Before.. we go out.. or.. we have people over," Savannah paused, clearly complimenting what she was about to say. Weighing the risk of saying it or just forgetting it. "Can I stop somewhere.. for some makeup? O-Or.. order some. It'll help," she supplied, praying like hell that Jason would see the pros of letting her get something that would help her cover the marks. Otherwise she had no idea what she was going to do.

Jason found himself beginning to tremble, his hands, though tightly balled into fists began to shake from anger. Could she not speak one sentence without stammering? Couldn't she not just look at him once without tears burning her eyes? He knew why the tears threatened to fall and her voice caught in the back of her throat. He knew the torment and anguish he was putting her through, but still, he expected her to be stronger.

His hands shot to his head as he shouted at her, "Go on, cry some more, Savannah!" Stepping in front of her, his feet stomping on the ground. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her, before tightening his grip on her.

It was insane to expect someone who terrified of being beaten at any moment to not show fear. Still, the way she tried to shrink herself, moving away from him, the stuttering, the crying, all of it just served to piss him off more. And yet, he enjoyed it too. He liked scaring girls, loved it when they were helpless in his grasp. For that reason, he couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. "Cry, Savannah, cry," he mocked her, shouting only centimeters away from her face.

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Savannah stumbled backward when Jason stormed toward her, realizing that somehow she had managed to upset him further than she already had. Her eyes were wide as she looked up to him, trying to figure out how she could get out of this. His screaming was perhaps the worst part because she saw his anger, there was no denying it. There was no escaping just how large Jason was compared to her, what he could do to her if he was angry enough.

She looked up to him, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. It seemed like her stuttering, her being upset had somehow upset Jason and that was the last thing that she wanted. If she cried, like he was telling her to do, wouldn't he end up even angrier than he already was? Swallowing thickly, Savannah opened and closed her mouth several times over as she tried to find the courage to speak. Or what she was even supposed to say in the first place.

"I'm sorry, I.. I'm just not used to... being away from home. I'm tired, and I'm nervous. That's all, Jason," Savannah tried, wincing at the grip he had on her. While she was petrified of him, Savannah knew there was no escaping his wrath and she would have to take whatever Jason wanted to give her.

Jason's grip on her shoulders only tightened, snarling as he shoved her towards the bed. "This is your home now," he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at her. "But don't worry, you're going to give your mom a call in the morning. Let her know you're safe, but you won't be coming home for a bit longer." The idea of forcing her to talk to her family like there was nothing wrong, like she was happy, it delighted him or some reason. He knew how badly it would hurt her. "You're going to tell her all about how you met a guy and you're just not ready to leave him yet," he smirked, beginning to close the distance between the two of them.

Forcing Savannah into his arms, he pulled her onto the bed and then into his lap. Jason started running his fingers through her hair, watching as the tears pooled in her eyes, how her whole body trembled. "Awe, are we gonna cry?" Jason teased her, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. He pressed her to his chest, running his hand down her face, admiring how the color had run from her face. Savannah would be lucky if she ever saw her mother again, let alone speak to her again after their phone call tomorrow. Jason was at the point where he couldn't imagine ever letting her go, unless it was in a casket.

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