He didn't kill me.

this was the only thought that visited you for a month, while Jason kept you chained up in some basement. He was silent, sometimes he came with some backpacks that were clearly not his and gave them to you, after which he either left or stayed to sharpen his machete. Why didn't he kill you? You didn't know, but you still remembered how he killed your friends.

Jason... didn't know why he didn't kill you. Maybe because you were a bit like his mother, or maybe because you were the only ones at his camp who weren't having sex, drinking alcohol, or making noise. You were just enjoying the view of the lake. The voices in his head were silent, and he didn't know what to do, just letting you live.

soon, coming down to you again, the masked man suddenly took off your chain, and grabbing you by the elbow, tightly so that you wouldn’t run away, but nevertheless even somehow carefully, he led you upstairs, leading you to his room. It was dusty, old and a little cluttered. Jason made you sit on the bed, towering over you like a rock, just.. looking at you. –she needs time, my boy repeated the caring voice of his mother. Time, right.. he was ready to wait. You were different. The killer wanted you for himself.