Mark pov:

I hissed in pain as I was forced into a dress. A fucking dress. Jason watched me as he dressed me, a sick smile on his face.

"Oh, you look beautiful…" he leaned in, tugging me into a kiss. I bit his lip so hard, he started to bleed. He yelped, jumping back.

Darcy sat in the corner with his arms crossed.

"He's feisty today, hm?"

Jason turned around to glare at him.

"Shut the fuck up! I didn't ask you! get upstairs and watch out the window! I ordered some food." Darcy rolled his eyes, and walked upstairs. He then turned to me with a smirk.

"Now… where were we?" he went to reach for me, but I smacked his hand away. He growled. "You better knock it off!"

"Make me, you sick fuck!" I snarled, and as he went to grab me, I gave him a swift kick in the chest. He huffed, stumbling. I smirked.

"That's it… I am gonna-" he was cut off as Darcy's voice called down the stairs.

"Jason? You uh… might wanna see this…"

He gave me one last glare before whipping around, and walking up the stairs. I heard him curse.

"What are they doing here!?"

Darcy sighed. "I dunno… someone must have tipped them off…"

Jason sounded worried. "What if… what if they come to the door? look, they're going to all the others!"

Darcy paused. "They're not allowed inside without a search warrant, and that in itself will take a week to get. That'll give you enough time to take him, and relocate. Just play it cool, and you'll be fine…"

I smiled. That could only mean one thing. Roger hadn't given up on me. He was still searching. He had somehow made it here, talked to someone who had seen me when Jason stupidly took me through the town after getting my ribs fixed when Darcy had reminded him that broken ribs need attention. Of course he had kept me quiet around the doctor, but I had a feeling that mistake was gonna catch up to him.

I nearly started to cry. Roger must have been searching nonstop. I underestimated him. He was the most dedicated, loyal man I was ever lucky enough to have, and if this kept up, id be seeing him again very soon.

Jason walked around upstairs, and slammed a door. I figured he wasn't coming back down. Darcy's footsteps echoed as he walked down, staring at me.

"Jason wanted me to tell you the wedding is being postponed to a later date…." he almost seemed happy as he said it. I smirked.

"Yeah, because I'll be back in Roger's arms at a later date." he rolled his eyes, sighing, and moving to help me out of the dress, and into my old clothes.

He snorted bitterly at the dress, and threw it aside as I pulled my old clothes on. He soon tied me back up.

"You…. you're jealous!" I said, eyes wide. He blushed furiously, glaring.

"Fuck you! I'm not anything like you, queer." he spat. I watched him closely.

"You hate the fact that he has to kidnap someone… you hate the fact that he has to force someone to love him, meanwhile there's a person right beside him whose more than willing to do so…" he stormed towards the stairs.

"You don't know a damn thing about me… keep your nose out of my business, you stupid little fuck… I hope he gets sick of you, and throws you off a bridge!" The basement door slammed. I leaned back a little, staring at the ground.

Roggy, please hurry...