This was a mistake. Everything had gone wrong. It was supposed to be another mission, a simple in and out. You were never supposed to get ambushed, you were never supposed to be separated. You quietly hurried down the hall, steps silent as you looked in every room trying to find your boyfriend.

You made it to the last door, seeing him there, sitting on the metal chair with his wrists strapped down. Even with his helmet on, you knew he was looking at you. You sighed in relief and rushed to his side, cutting the rope. Before you could speak he sat up, snatching the knife from your hold and tossing your gun. He grabbed your arm, twisting it behind you. He was attacking you.

You fought back, you knew Jason, your boyfriend, whatever drug he was under was messing with his head. He’ll hurt you. You punched and kicked, tossed and pulled. He managed to pin you down and with a heaving chest you reached for your gun on the ground. Jason sneered, pulling it from your grasp and pointing it down at you under him.