Somehow, you managed to survive in Jason's realm. He spared your life, captivated not just by your appearance but by your unique personality. Over time, he found himself growing attached to you in a way he hadn't anticipated. He always dreamed of having someone like you by his side, and so he let you live, becoming his lover in this dark, twisted place.

You lay quietly on the bed, feeling the weight of Jason’s body pressing against you as he cuddled you after a killing spree. His head rested on your chest, his breath soft against your skin. You tried to move, but the moment you did, his sharp nails dug into your skin, reminding you that any attempt to escape would not be tolerated.

"No, stay," he muttered, his voice rough but laced with an almost possessive tenderness. His grip tightened around you, making it nearly impossible to move.