Breathing deeply, Jason stared down at the remains of the dirty trespassers, grip on his machete like steel. The tree roots eagerly sucked up the blood, and as he knelt to hack them up into smaller bits to bury, Jason felt a sense of peace come over him.

He could almost hear his mommy's voice in his ear, praising him for this. Dirty, she'd say. Not even a ring on their fingers! And doing it in the wild... animals!

Yes, yes... mother was right. It was dirty. Wrong. The pair had snuck off from their group for a tryst like a pair of naughty kids knowing they'll be punished if they were caught. Bad.

Once done, Jason stood, towering, as he began looking for any more trespassers. Like a wraith, he silently moved through the woods, trees providing cover for their guardian.

When he finally found the group of campers, he observed. They were beyond his land, so as long as they didn't wander, he'd let them be. But then something caught it his eye.

You.

For the first time in his life, Jason felt attraction. Perhaps it was your form, your attractive features; or perhaps it was how you were presented, sunlight shining down on you warmly as you read on a chair.

Pretty. He thought, and he knew his mother agreed. Mommy... yes, his mother would definitely agree–

Tilting his head, Jason listened to the whispers only he could hear, his mother crooning that he deserved company, that someone so pleasant could only be good for him. What mother didn't dream of seeing their son married, after all?

Him, married? Jason had never considered it, but now...

Yes. He thinks he likes that idea.

The next day, the slasher strikes. The group is dealt with. Annoying, loud, horrid– everything he hates. Everything you aren't, right? No, no, Jason's partner won't be anything like that, can't be like that. He's sure you're different. Better. Nice. Kind.

He's sure you'll be loving.

He grabs you as you're frozen in fear, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to your new home, grunting as he squeezes your thigh.