Party 1
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New home 4
Your point of view
It's been more than 2 days that I'm here, Jason didn't talk to me since yesterday, I swear this guy is bipolar. He only come in the room to give me food and water and he sometimes glance at me. I need to find a way to get out of here but how, I'm locked in this fucking house with camera everywhere. I could see the door slightly opened, great Jason is here.
"Hi." He said handing me a plate of food.
"Euhm, how are you?" Really nigga, I'm fine, fucking fine, I don't know who you are, you just kidnapped me and you asked me this mother fucking question.
"Alright." He said looking down with hurt written all over his face. Oh oh oh don't give me that look.
"I bought you this dress, we are going out, so get ready we are leaving in one hour, oh and this is hair color, choose a color, alright?" I nodded, he stood up and left the room, I looked at the dress, sure he was an asshole but an asshole with good taste. What color am I going to choose, the truth is, I always wanted to change the color of my hair but my dad didn't have the same opinion smh. *outfit and hair in the pic*
*one hour later* (btw every time I write that I'm thinking about sponge bob, like with the voice and everything, ik u don't care but still)
I was ready, I just couldn't find make up, I mean, it will be weird that I would find make up in his house but maybe he's gay and he just kidnapped me, because he wanted to prove himself that he wasn't that gay. A knocked on the door interrupted my stupid thoughts.
"Woah you are beautiful." He said eyeing me up and down. He wasn't bad too, with his black outfit, that's stupid that he has to be a kidnapper.
"Yeah, thank you, do you know where I could find some make up?" I don't want to be presentable for him, I want to be presentable for me, I mean I can't go out with this face.
"You don't need make up, you are beautiful." He said taking my hand and leading me downstairs. He stopped in front of the door.
"Alright, do you need me to tell you the rules again?" He asked me.
"No." I said quickly and removing my hand from his.
"Good girl." He said taking my hand back. We were walking in his front yard, where I could see all his cars, how could he afford all of this cars, we stopped in front of a white ranger rover, he opened the door for me.
"Between baby, I love your hair." I nodded.
"Cmon, talk to me, don't be like this." He said still driving and going I don't know where.
"Don't be like what? How am I supposed to talk to you? You are my fucking kidnapper not my fucking friend." He stopped the car.
"What did I told you, don't you fucking dare talk to me like this! I know what happened in your life before I took you alright, I know how you were, you should thank me, now stop being so ungrateful!" He said and he started the car again.
"You don't know me." I mumble. The car ride was silent, I don't know where he is taking me but I could feel him glancing at me. It's been more than 30 minutes that he is driving and I just want to get out of the car.
"Okay we are here." Yay lucky me. There was a restaurant in front of me, a French restaurant, he took my hand, and we were leading near to the front door and guy with a suit opened the door.
"Hi, I made a reservation for Mr. Bieber." I frowned.
"Suivez moi." Follow me The guy in the suit said (idk how do we call them)
"It's a fake name babe, I can't let them know who I am." He said whispering to me. We sat in our table, nobody was around us, it was just Jason and I, great...
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