The gravity of the situation sunk in when Jase aggressively shoved Madison back into the bedroom. She clambered onto the bed, tucking her aching knees up to her chest in a feeble attempt to protect herself.
“You are so fucking lucky that I’m the one that caught you and not anyone else,” he said. She didn’t look at him. “You do realise they’d kill you, Madison.”
“I’d rather be dead than here,” she replied quietly. Jase scoffed,
“I’d be careful what you wish for if I were you.” He turned his back to her, running both his hands through his hair, trying to control his anger.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” she asked, breaking the silence in the room. Her voice was soft, and he heard the broken little girl inside her losing hope. As expected, it had only taken a matter of time. He made eye contact with her in the mirror, shaking his head and taking his cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one. He blew the smoke out and poked his tongue in the side of his cheek.
“Trust me, if I could, I would. Lord knows you’ve caused me enough trouble already but someone paid a lot of money for you to be here.” Madison’s face paled even more. “You being here was out of my hands. If I knew it was you that night in the alley, I wouldn’t have let you go.” Before she could ask questions, a Nokia ringtone pierced the atmosphere and Jase didn’t care to hear her response, answering the call. “Yeah... I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said, hanging up and looking back to Madison. She stared up at him, the youth showing in her pleading expression. “You better hope none of the others find out about this.”
Madison didn’t bother trying to make a break for it again once he’d left. Instead, she curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. It had all gone so wrong so quickly. She felt crippled in pain and all she could do was cry in silence.