Mark pov:

Dark. Everything is dark, and cold, and I swear i'm dead until I feel the blindfold being ripped off my face, and i'm met with the sight of a blurry, dim room.

"Aww, honey, you can't see!" Jason's voice cuts in, and I wince as the rectangular frames are thrust onto my face rather unceremoniously. Things began to come into focus. My head was spinning.

"It's about time you came to…" he said with a chuckle, and I looked around. I was in some sort of… basement? the air was musty, damp, and barely any light crept through the boarded windows. A staircase led up in the corner, and I turned my attention to myself, making gripping motions with my hands, and my eyes going wide as I realized I was fighting against restraints. I was sitting up, tied down to a hard, wooden chair. Rope kept my wrists down, and my ankles, and some even bound my chest.

"Where am I?" I asked, craning my neck to try and get a better look man in question walked over, smirking at me.

"Your new home, for the next seven years…" I choked on air, and he waited for me to speak.

"What?" I asked, disbelief dripping from my tone. He nodded, walking around me slowly.

"That's the plan, Marky... I keep you here long enough for the cops, and your boyfriend, to give up, and I finally get you all to myself..."

I choked on air. Jason watched me with that crooked grin until I was finally able to speak again.

"Jason… what… how… why!?" I watched him, expecting an explanation now.

He hopped up on a metal table in the center of the room, and smirked. He cleared his throat, and began.

"Oh, Mark… you have no idea how long i've been waiting…." He began playing with his hands. "Ever since you dumped me, and left brown… i've been watching… ever since you picked up… that nobody… i've been watching…. I've been such a patient guy! but it's okay…. I finally have you… you actually think us running into each other was a coincidence?"

My eyes were watering. This couldn't be happening. This could Not be real. Ive been taken away from my friends, my home, everything I love, and I was gonna be here for… seven years? a lot can happen in that time. People forget you when you're gone that long. Roger… what if Roger wasn't around in seven years? what if I never get to see him again?

I struggled for words. "R-oger isn't a nobody! and… and you can't just kidnap me like this! Roger, my friends.. they'll come looking for me! they'll bust me out of here, and you'll never get away with this!"

Jason began to laugh. A laugh so loud, I winced, and closed my eyes until it finally came to a stop.

"Oh, Mark…" he mused, crossing his arms. "That's the fun part… I already have… answer me this… do your friends know who I am? does Roger have any idea where you are?"

I looked down, trying to think up a clever response, but I was instead met with Jason's speech once more.

"No, they don't." Jason finished for me. He crouched in front of me, tracing my jawline. "They don't care, Mark… they won't ever care as much as I do…. when you left brown, I thought id lost you forever…." I whined as he ran his fingers through my hair. He smiled. "But I didn't lose you… I kept searching, and searching, and watching, because I love you… I love you way more than that… that ex junkie asshole ever will…"

I glared at his defiantly, and snapped.

"Shut your mouth! I left you because you were a selfish, obsessive prick! all you ever cared about was using me for sex, or someone to listen to your problems! anytime I needed you, you were nowhere to be found!" I watched the hurt flash through his eyes, and I continued. "Roger loves me Jason… not the fake love you're trying to talk about… he treats me like i'm the only guy in the fucking world, and that's something you're never going to convince me otherwise…"

He bristled with anger, and in a flash, he sent a stinging smack to my cheek. I yelped, bowing my head.

"I dont like when you yell at me, Marky…." he clenched his fists. "I try and be nice… I give you your glasses… I let you talk.. and that's how you show gratitude, huh? we're gonna have to start laying down some ground rules…"

I swallowed nervously. "Gr-ground… rules?"

He smiled, nodding. "Yeah… you need to learn from your mistakes…"

I snorted. "What are you gonna do? ground me?"

"Exactly! I made you your very own room…"

I raised an eyebrow. This guy was fucking insane.

"If there's one thing I remember about you well… it's how much you hate the dark…" my heart dropped. He wouldn't…

"You… you're kidding, right?" he shook his head, grabbing the back of the chair, and dragging me along.

"You're gonna spend a while in here.. until you realize what you did…" I began to shake as he set the chair down in the center of the room that had no windows, or lights.

"Jason, NO!" I screamed as the door finally slammed shut. I trembled as everything was pitch black. I began fighting against my restraints, and before I knew it, sobs were being torn from my throat. I felt blind. I wanted to claw at my eyes. Panic was rising in me, and I began hyperventilating. Nothing got to me more than darkness.

I don't know how long I was in there, or how many times I forgot how to breathe, but I do remember screaming. I screamed at Jason. I screamed for Roger. I screamed for anything, or anyone to save me from this nightmare. As my lungs refused to let me scream anymore, I began to lose hope. How Would I get out of this?