Jason stares at the prison cell. He felt awfully weak and tired. He didn't know how long he had been here nor could he remember the last time he saw Scar. "That punk," he cursed under his breath using the Little energy he had left to clench his fist.He hadn't eaten for days and he was thirsty.All hope of living or escaping left him alone time again after his many failed attempts.Scar had left him here to die and he accepted his fate but he saw in his heart that if ever he did live he was going to kill that bastard.He lay on the ground staring at the darkness.He missed the warmth of the sun.He misses his home, his life as the young master of the jab.He wanted to go home to his mother.He told himself that he was not going to cry but at this moment he was broken to the core and he let the tears run down his face.He slowly closed his eyes awaiting his only date which was death.Not quite long he heard the clicking sound of the door and his eyes snapped wide open.He wondered w
Jason's body screamed for relief, his mouth parched and his muscles aching from the constant strain. The bottle of water seemed to taunt him, its clear contents gleaming invitingly in the dim light. His mind was a whirlwind of desperation and anger, the memory of Scar's smug face pushing him toward defiance.He stretched out his hand closer to the water. But he quickly withdrew his hand and shut his head. "I can't give up just like this." He muttered.But the need for survival was stronger. He needed strength to escape, to fight back. The rumbling of his stomach just seemed to make things even worse for him.He stares at the bottle this time with an intense gaze.He knew taking that water meant submitting to scars will.He was already imagining the kind of torment that awaited him if he did what his body was craving desperately.After a while, he concluded that it was best to live to fight another day.Slowly, painfully, he crawled towards the bottle.He barely had strength becaus
Jason's eyes lit up with hope at the thought of his grandparents coming."Hopefully he can try and convince them to take him back with them.""Don't start getting funny ideas because you are not going anywhere," Scar said firmly."I'll tell them about what you did to me.""Go ahead do I look like I care." scar said with a hint of worry in his words."I'll simply just explain that it's training and they will surely understand.""After all our elite soldiers go through such ever worse procedures and you want to rule them. What right do you have." Scar scoffed."Just because you are their grandson doesn't give you any fucking right because you don't know what kind of pain they had to undergo.""Now that you are going through training yourself I'd say you are starting to have an idea about it "Scar retorted."Their job is to follow orders why the fuck should I care about what happens to them or what they have gone through..." Jason's words were silent when he punched him hard in the face
Jason felt a pang of betrayal. His grandfather had orchestrated this hellish "training" and endorsed Scar's cruelty. Here he was thinking that his grandfather was going to save him from Scar.He chuckled bitterly.What a wishful thinking, he thought. Jason’s mind raced back to the actions that led him here, his reckless behavior that got his friend killed.He regrets but he is too stubborn to admit it."Grandfather," Jason said, his voice a whisper of pain and disbelief. "You... you told Scar to do this?"He was expecting another form of answer but his grandfather’s face hardened, all traces of concern vanishing. "Yes, Jason. I did. Your parents sent you away because they believed you were too weak, too irresponsible. You got your friend killed, and they feared you would bring more shame and danger to the family.""No, they did this to save my life. They told me it was just for the moment and when things calm down they would...""And you believe them?" His grandfather chuckled."
"Since you are my grandson I shouldn't expect anything less." His grandfather smiled.Jason stares at his grandfather in surprise."If you wish to kill me then go ahead I'm expecting it. Besides, I killed my father to take over his empire so it's about time you did the same."Jason was speechless but he kept silent.His eyes narrowed over his grandfather and he grunted when he saw his grandfather turning to leave."Goodbye, grandfather. " His grandfather gave a curt nod. "We shall see, Jason. We shall see. Male me proud because I have such high hopes for you."He turned and walked towards the cell door, his cane tapping rhythmically against the stone floor. "Scar will continue your training. Do not disappoint me."As the door closed behind him, Jason was left alone with his thoughts. The pain, the fear, the humiliation—they would not break him. He was angered with rage and he was going to make everyone pay. everyone who looked down on him.His parents, grandparents, scar, and final
Since Scar was already used to his harsh tone He didn't bother too much about it. "You are asking for a death wish but I don't have the time to keep playing with you," Scar said with his eyes fixed on his wrist. "Take him back to his room." Scar ordered. "That will be all for today." He said."Save your strength because you are going to need it for what we are going to do tomorrow." He said. Jason looks at Scar as if staring at him is going to give him the answer he was looking for. He wanted to know where they were going. He doesn't ask because he knows that scar is not going to give him an answer. His best guess was that it was not going to be pleasant because he was a victim of scars and multiple brutality. He just kept his gaze stern as scars men took him back inside the house away from the basement. The moment he stepped out of the basement he heaved a sigh of relief because he was about to breathe in fresh hair. His instinct told him that Scar was not going to be aroun
Lilly's expression softened slightly as she let out a small laugh. "Help me? What makes you think I need your help?""Even if I needed help what can you possibly give me? In this phase of your life, you are the one who needs help." She said."So in summary you're saying?""You can't help me, Jason." She replied."It's nice." He said with a smile."What is?" She frowned. "Hearing you say my name like that.""You are so stubborn and if it continues like this expect to be dead in a week," she said."Chill I just want to help." He chuckled raising his hands in defense."And I said I don't need it." She objected.Jason's smirk widened. "Everyone needs help sometimes, even tough girls like you. So, what is it?""But I get the feeling that you are not a tough girl. You are just acting to be tough." "Think whatever you like it's not my business." She stated firmly."There she goes acting all tough." He remarked.She curled her fist in a ball and punched his stomach."Ugh!" He groaned in
Lilly's body tensed at Jason's question, her back still facing him. For a moment, there was only silence, heavy and charged. She finally turned to face him, her expression guarded."Love? No. It's far more complicated than that," she said quietly. "Love doesn't bind me to him. Obligation does.""Fuck! I don't even know why I'm even having this conversation with you" she exhaled.The thought of Scar walking in on them as they were having this conversation was something that she didn't even want to imagine because it might even cost her life.Jason took a step closer, curiosity and a hint of concern in his eyes.He wanted to know why she was so loyal to him.He had an intention but couldn't beat if it was a good one or bad.He was planning on getting revenge on Scar and she might just be the key he needed."What kind of obligation?"She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as if weighed down by an invisible burden.Memories of that night came to her mind about how her parents dragge