Kidnapped by Jason McCann

Who is it? me Jason McCann
What do you want???............. I want you!

The story is made by Officialjustinbieberimagines
Love her.


6. Kidnapped by Jason McCann - 6


“What’s her name?” The nurse asked him. “Uhm..” He mumbled looking around nervously. “(Y/N) McCann.” He said and winked down at me. I giggled and leaned my head on his chest.


"I need her health card." The nurse said looking into the computer screen. Jason sighed and looked up disappointed. "Shit." He mumbled and shook his head lightly. "How could I forget?" He said to himself and looked back at nurse. "What about without it?" He asked hoping she would let us. "Oh I don’t know." She said shaking her head as no. "Let’s just go." I whispered up to him and he tooka deep breath.

"Ok bye." He said and turned around. "Wait, you can pay for it." The nurse yelled. Jason kept walking. "I don’t have money for your shit." He said and we went to the car. He opened the doors with one hand and pushed me in. "Auch." I mumbled when I hit something hard with my arm. "Shut up." He said and harshly closed the doors. He sat in the car and rubbed his forehead.

I froze for a moment, looking forward. I remembered my plan and smiled proudly. “Hey Jason. Are you ok?” I said and lightly shook his arm. He rolled his eyes and pushed my hand away. “Don’t touch me.” He spat and started the car. “Sorry.” I said widing my eyes and moved away from him. “Our relationship is very… You know… Not good at all.” I said and licked my lips. His eyes were half opened and I bet he wasn’t paying any attention to me. He looked very tired because of me. But I can’t help it. I was born this way.

"What relationship? I’m your kidnapper. I’m actually too kind with you." He said boredly looking at road. I put my hands between my legs to warm them up a little. "We could start over. I mean, you seems so nice and-" I stopped when he looked at me with lifted eyebrow. "You keep saying you hate me and now suddenly, I seems nice to you?" He asked smirking. "Well kinda." I lied. He chuckled and looked back at the road. "Honey, opened this." He said and pointed on a ‘shelf’ in front of me.

I obeyed and he pointed on his cigarettes. “You’re smoking?” I asked with disgust. I gave them to him and he sighed again. He carefully pulled one out and put it in his mouth. “Fire.” He said and gave me lighter. “You want me to-?” I asked feeling uncomfortable. “What does it look like?” He mumbled with cigarette in his mouth. I shrugged my shoulder and lit it. “Why do you smoke?” I asked and crossed my arms. I was looking at him blowing the smoke which was disturbing me a lot.

"Why don’t you smoke?" He asked and blew smoke right into me. I wiggled my hands around to get rid of it. He chuckled and opened the window. "Well because it’s disgusting and you stink after smoking and it’s such a waiste of money and-" "Yeah, yeah, I get it." He stopped me when I was already counting reasons with my fingers. "It helps me when I’m stressed out. Try it, you’re gonna love it." He said offering me his cigarette. "No!" I said and turned my face back.

"Nevermind." He mumbled and stopped the car. "How’s your arm?" He asked me before stepping out of the car. "Actually better." I said patting it a little. "Good." He said and opened the doors. I went out too and walked to the main doors looking at my arm. "What are we gonna do?" I asked looking at him like a little girl. "It’s 11 pm. You’re going to sleep." He said opening the doors. I rolled my eyes and walked in.

"Maybe you think I’m nice to you, but believe me, I’m still a person you’re gonna hate for the rest of your life." He said sitting on the couch. I crossed my arms and stepped closer to him. "Maybe you think I hate you, but believe me, I’m not what you think I am." I said trying to mock him. He looked at me seriously. "Go up. You need punishment." He said tiredly. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Keep rolling those eyes. Maybe you’ll find brain in there." He said and I turned around.

"I though you’ve changed." I said sadly and held my arm. "Baby, trust me, I haven’t." He said and pointed his index finger up, saying me to go up. I growled and walked upstairs. I opened the doors and closed them angrily. My plan is not working. I’m trying to be fearless and loving to him, but he won’t yield his anger. I sat on the bed and put down my bra who was making me such a pain on my shoulders. I threw it on my pillow and lay back. I took a deep breath looking at ceiling.

Suddenly, I heard doors opened. I quickly sat up and saw Jason came in with something in his hand. My eyes opened a bit when he smirked at me. “Jason…” I whined looking at him coming closer to me. “Turn around.” He ordered smiling evil. “What are you going to do?” I whispered looking up at him. “Fucking turn around, bitch.” He yelled now. he scared me and I quickly turned around. I wa laying on my stomach and had no idea what he was up to.

He put my shirt up and my pants down a little. I looked back to see what he was doing, but he pushed my head back. “Don’t look.” He said and rubbed my skin just an inch above my ass. “Jason.” I mumbled. “Shh.” He spat and continue studing my skin. “Perfect.” He whispered and took something. He inserted some kind of a needle in my skin and pulled it out. I gasped in pain and looked back. “What are you doing?” I whined and my cheeks were already wet from my tears.

He continue inderting needle in my skin and it hurt like hell. After 15 minutes he stopped and I looked back. “What-?” I asked and saw tattoo ‘bitch’. I was speechless and he laughed like crazy. “You’re perfect now.” He giggled and rubbed it a little. I dug my face into the pillow and screamed. “Stop!” He yelled and I looked up at him. He smiled evil and I growled again. “You’re a son of a bitch and you should know it.” He said and laughed again.

"You’re sick." I whispered. "Aye, do you want another tattoo?" He spat pointing his index finger at me. I shook my head and turned around. I covered myself with covers. "Are you gonna sleep here?" I asked wiping the tears off my face. He sat on the bed and caressed my cheek. "You want me to?" He asked nicely. "No." I said and pushed his hand away from me. "Everything you do you’re gonna regret. Remember this." He said through his teeth and slapped my cheek. I turned my body around and sniffled. "I won’t." I whispered. "Yeah? Just don’t call for help when I’m gonna undress you." He said and walked out.



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