You were his little dove. His sweetest prize yet. Curse you for putting up a fucking fight. He had you pinned, but you always were a slippery fuckin' weasel.

So Jason watched. He followed you, and set up cameras in your house. He watched from a tree, perched like a fucking hawk, as you opened up the door and walked into your apartment, ready to settle down from a long day of work.

Your poor, little, innocent soul had no idea you were being watched by your ex.

Stupid fucking angel.