3 3.Real.

"What's your name?" Jason asked her.

"Can you please untie me?" Jessie asked, gesturing to her hands.

"Tell me your name" Jason ordered and she shook her head gesturing to her hands. Jason walked over to her and grabbed her face tilting it up to face him.

"Look I have no intentions on being rough with you, all I ask is that you reciprocate the respect I show you if-"

"Respect? You literally just purchased me like some product, putting a price tag on a human being, isn't very respectful mister." Jessie interrupted him glaring at him with such hate.

Jason clenched his teeth, this was a bad idea. He didn't realise that they sold of girls like this? But what did he expect she was tied, unconscious and hooded. Ofcourse she was there by force. But he would not let 20 million dollars go just like that.

"Fine, I'll untie you" he said and he leaned in closer and stretched to reach her hands tied behind her back. Jessie tilted her head away from him, he was too close, his chest was practically touching hers and she hated how that made her feel hot. But the thought was fleeting because the moment her hands were free she sprung up and jumped on him.

Jason caught by surprise fell back and landed on the floor with Jessie on him, before he could react she punched him. As he was responding to the sudden attack she was already out the door and making a beeline for the front door.

Jason was so surprised he was amused, he sat up and started laughing when he heard Jessie cursing down stairs. But he didn't remain sitting for long when she started banging on the door and yelling help.

"It's no use, stop already." Jason grinned as he descended the stairs, who knew such a slender body carried such strength. Although it wasn't far fetched he just assumed that the trained body came from being in a gym not a dojo.

Jessie turned to face him, her green eyes glowing with hate and face red with fury.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "Let me go, right now!!"

"What the hell is so amusing?" she asked him when he laughed.

"The fact that you think you have any power here, you're even ordering me around" Jason scoffed. "This is you last warning, calm down, tell me your name or I'm putting that collar on you." He raised his brows in question, waiting for what she would do.

"Fuck you" she gave him the middle finger, and like lightning he was in front of her clamping a collar around her neck. As she grabbed the leather strip around her neck as it began to tighten, until she was on the ground gasping and struggling for air. She tried to claw at him but she didn't have any oxygen to put energy into the attack. He bent down to look at her writhing form, "stop struggling or it won't get better" he warned.

Jessie as usual determined not to give him and satisfaction, refused to adhere. Not long after her gaze started to blur and a darkness she had surprisingly become familiar with welcomed her.

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"Are you up?" he asked her as she sat up, rubbing her temples. Jessie looked around the room, struggling to take in her surroundings, from what she could see they were multiple blubs fixed into the ceiling yet the room lacked sufficient lighting. They couches, walls carpets and ceiling were all white. His bar sitting at the corner of the room was the only thing different in colour as it stood out because of the wood paneling. Jessie had sure experienced luxury in her life and she had a knack for sourcing out originality and flawlessly arranged designs. It was no doubt his interior decorator was top notch and despite the lack of character and colour, the room still breathed elegance.

She leaned back into the couch and sighed as she scowled at her kidnapper, maybe wrong term but she was still here against her will.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she sassed at him.

"Well I think you're not hungry, since you have the energy to keep talking to me like that." He said with a wicked grin, getting up and heading to out of the room. Jessie was on her feet, following behind him. She felt sticky, weak and dirty. If her agent saw her like this, he would have a heart attack. Her platinum blonde hair was frizzy and messy on top her head, her skin had been deprived of the daily religion of care products that cost more than most people's cars. She felt relieved but also awkward walking without the extra inches but at least she was barefoot. She swore to her fans once that she'd rather be barefoot that wear flats. The dress she was currently wearing short and light, would be considered indecent but she had worn way worse for photoshoots and red carpets so she didn't pay much heed. Even though a bath was long over due, all she wanted now was food. Still keeping in mind that she couldn't over indulge, she already missed her workout today, ugh how kidnapping messes one's schedule.

She was already a prisoner, she didn't need to be fat as well.

Jason picked up a pan and broke an egg into it, laying out the bread, he put in some mayo and when the egg was ready put it into the bread. Jessie watched with rapt attention, that is until he bit out of it.

"What about me?" She pouted.

"What about you?" he asked between mouth fulls.

"So you bought me to starve me to death?" She asked, folding her arms, an action that did not go unnoticed because it drew attention to her bust.

Jessie's brows furrowed when she noticed Jason line of sight. "Hey! My eyes are up here!" she snapped her fingers at him.

He cleared his throat and looked at her. "Are those real?" he asked pointing to her bust.

Her jaw dropped and for the first time since she met him words failed her.

"So?" he asked again when she just stared at him with shock.

"H-how can you ask a question like that?" she gasped.

"So fake? Don't worry I'm not surprised no way those are real" he grinned at her and worked away, sandwich in hand.

Jessie stood in the middle of the kitchen, totally flabbergasted and extremely hungry.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?