Annabell sighed in her sleep, rolling over to face him. Jason faltered, mesmerized by her peacefully sleeping face. The hand that held the machete began to shake, part of him adamant about following his mother's orders, the other desperate to keep this beautiful girl for himself.
Annabell began to stir.
"...Mmm...Angel...is that you...?" she reached out a hand. Something inside Jason snapped, his dropped the blade, reaching out to touch her. Annabell smiled when she felt him stroke her face. She placed her hand over his sighing in contentment.
"...You're shakin'...is something wrong?" she asked, beginning to sit up. Annabell reached up to touch his face, but Jason jerked his head away.
"...I'm sorry..." she began. "You've been takin' care of me for so long...I just wanted to know what you looked like..."
Annabell then smiled, "Today was my birthday, y'know...Or...I guess it's yesterday now..."
Jason looked up at her, she pulled him down to sit beside her on the bed.
"I turned sixteen, some birthday, huh?"
Jason touched her face again, she kissed his palm.
"Thanks again for savin' me...I know I don't have to say it anymore but..." Annabell leaned into his chest.
Jason stiffened, the strange feeling came back, he felt an unfamiliar swelling in his pants.
"All men are stupid and cruel with only one thing on their minds!" she huffed. "But you're different..."
If only she knew how wrong she was.
He wanted her.
He wanted her like her father had wanted her.
He wanted her like those perverts had wanted her even if he wasn't aware of it, and the press of her body leaning against him wasn't helping any.
Jason didn't know why but this strange feeling disgusted him, which then made him angry. He needed to get away from her, perhaps take his frustrations out on a few misguided campers. Jason lifted her up, laying her back down on the bed. His hand lingered a little too long on her calf. Annabell blushed, biting her lip.
This made Jason curious. He moved his hand higher, up the back of her thigh. Annabell gasped shutting her eyes and arching her back, it embarrassed her that such little contact could turn her on, but she didn't want him to stop. It felt different then when the others tried to touch her, this felt more...right.
"...More..." she moaned softly.
