Mark pov:

I honestly don't know how long i've been gone, now. I guess it doesn't even matter at this point. Roger must have given up, and so, I have as well. Jason comes into my room from time to time, kissing me, touching me, though I still fight back. Even if there's no chance of Roger coming to get me now, I still won't give the fucker the satisfaction. The only person allowed to touch me was Roger, and dammit, I would stand by that until the day I died, which would be soon if I kept frustrating Jason this way.

Maybe if I could find something sharp in the house, I could end it. That was unlikely, as I was now tied up 24/7. Maybe I could aggravate him to the point he would just get sick of it, and kill me. Anything sounded better than spending the rest of my life with this psychopath.

"DARCY! HELP ME!" Jason screamed from upstairs. I rolled my eyes a little. All Jason seemed to do since I almost escaped was scream at his companion. Darcy seemed to be getting sick of it as well, usually ignoring Jason until he tired himself out. I hoped Darcy would leave soon.

Jason was planning our "wedding". It was to take place in a few days. I'm assuming it had been almost a month after he attacked me, for I was almost fully healed, and not as deathly pale as I used to be. I hated myself for that. This was one time I would have been happy to die on the basement floor.

"He doesn't wanna marry you, asshole! you think you're gonna get his ass into a dress!?" Darcy snarled back. A dress? great. As if this situation couldn't get more humiliating. I could see it now. Jason would parade me around the house, telling me I was his over and over again before shoving me into his room, and having his way with me like the sick fuck he was. Maybe I could convince him to let me take the lead, and bite his dick off before he killed me. I smirked a little, eyes filling with tears. That sounded like something Roger would suggest.

I was gonna miss him. That stubborn, hot headed, short tempered asshole. My asshole. I would give anything to be able to hold him one last time. To tell him I loved him. To make him promise that even with me gone, he would take care of himself. My heart sank as I imagined Roger forgetting about me completely. Hell, maybe even meeting someone new. After April, there was Mimi, after Mimi, there was me. After me, there was….

I lowered my head.

The basement door swung open.

"Oooohhh Marky~?" Jason asked, walked down with a grumpy looking Darcy at his side. I didn't respond. I didn't dignify anything he said these days with a response. He untied my ropes, and I still sat in place.

"Though I appreciate your obedience, how about you get up, hm?" he purred. "It's time to try on your dress."

"Take that dress and shove it up your ass." I said simply. Jason glared.

"I don't like my husband getting sassy with me."

"Guess I'm not your fucking husband, and I won't ever be." I said. There was a fire burning inside of me. I was pissed. Darcy smirked a little. This was amusing him.

"You… enough! I can kill you anytime I please!" Jason snarled. I gave a bitter laugh.

"Oh no!" I cried. "Please, don't hurt me! oh Jason, nooo!" I sat back, crossing my arms. "Honestly? anything is being better than getting stuck with you for the rest of my life, even death."

"Where's this guy been?" asked Darcy, smiling. Jason whipped around, glaring at him.

"You, knock it off! don't encourage him! We need to break him of this habit! I had him trained! quiet!"

"You can kiss that shit goodbye." I snapped. "Rog thinks I'm dead. I'm never gonna see him again. Jason, you were right." I shrugged. "What have I got to lose? you wanna marry me? go ahead. Rest assured, I'll make your life a living hell. Maybe when we adopt our first child, I'll teach them how to put rat poison in your tea."

Darcy laughed loudly. I smirked at him. If only Roger could see me now. I was met with a stinging slap to the face.

"You're breaking my heart, Jason! that one really hurt!" I said with a fake pout. He was about to strike me again, but he suddenly whirled around angrily, spitting at Darcy to watch me before I heard the upstairs door slam. I turned my gaze to the tall man in front of me.

"Relax, I don't have the energy to beat you." he tied me back up, and sat down across from me, sighing. He smiled a little. "You should be an actor. I've never seen Jason so pissed off before."

I yawned a little.

"Meh. I'm a filmmaker, actually. I'd show you my camera, but I dropped it when the asshole took me."

Darcy nodded. "I had no idea he was into kidnapping."

I quirked a brow. "Wait, you didn't know I was here before you came? I thought he called you to have more people to torture me..." He looked at me, shaking his head.

"Nah. I just needed a place to stay. He still is my friend after all." I nodded a little. I watched as he pulled something familiar from his pocket. My wallet!

"There's no money in there…" I said with a laugh. "I'm fucking poor as shit." Darcy smirked.

"I hear that..." he looked inside at all the pictures of Roger. "This your man?"

I nodded, a fond look in my eyes. "Mhmmm…" Darcy gazed at them for a few minutes.

"Jesus, he's tall."

I laughed. "Yeah… he's like a giant grizzly bear. Eats all the food in the fucking house." I shifted a little. For some reason I felt calm, almost happy around Darcy. It then occurred to me that he had never touched me, or hurt me while he was here, save for the occasional drunken punch or two.

"Jason used to be like that… when we lived together after you left." he murmured. I saw something flash through his eyes. Sadness? regret?

I watched him look at the pictures before slipping them back into the wallet, and putting it in his pocket.

"What's he gonna do with me?" I asked, tiredly.

"I dunno, honestly." Darcy said. "He doesn't tell me much. You think he would, but he doesn't." he paused. "I'm thinking of leaving, though. Before shit gets real. I don't need murder on my hands."

I rolled my eyes. "You're already an accessory to kidnapping."

"Not if he doesn't get caught. Your friends think you're dead, remember?" he still sighed. "Jason's been off his meds for awhile…"

"No shit…" I muttered. "He's never been this bad before…"

"I think he really needs help.." Darcy murmured. I watched his gaze. He cared about Jason, it was obvious.

"So turn him in." I suggested. Maybe I could get leverage here.

"I can't. You and I both know he would be arrested before anything else. He refuses to take his medication. He needs help, not a prison…"

"He should have considered that before he kidnapped me!" I snapped. "I wanna go home!"

Darcy got to his feet, shaking his head.

"I could care less what happens to you… I'm trying to help my best friend… and that's it."

With that, he was gone, and I sank back into my chair with a pained sigh.