"You think holding me hostage is a smart idea?" Casey managed to choke out despite the pain of having the man of Jason's strength stamp on her open wounded flesh with the heel of his shoe. The wound scorched and itched painfully when he grinded his heel in anger over her helpless shoulder.
"Shut up." He snarled out. Threateningly pointing the gun towards her.
"You wouldn't do it." She dared him with a cocky smirk, her face pale. "You need me alive to pull through with your plan."
"I can staple your mouth shut." He said pointedly.
"If they are here, they already reached your company too." That had been the plan from the starting. The victims likely willingly confessed. She chuckled, a satisfied smile bloomed on her face- enough to make her momentarily forget the ache in her shoulder.
