JASON'S POV
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I don't know how one person can be so careless, it's like she holds the entire world in her palms and there's nothing I can do, there's no way to escape her hold, and some part of me doesn't want to. She forced me to lay down for an hour, and being immobilised while knowing there's nothing wrong with you makes it worse. It makes me panic more, and when she returns with a evil grin on her beautiful face, all I can do is follow her with my eyes as she inches closer. "Looky look at the good boy who stayed put," she beams, talking to me like I'm a dog. "I'm not your pet," I grit out as she leans over me, her hands resting beside my head on the pillow, she hums, tilting her head, "You're not? Because I think you are," she smiles, wiggling her shoulders. I roll my eyes and avert
