A sudden, desperate thought sparked through my mind. Maybe I can trick him. If I could play into his massive, delusional ego—the part of him that always needed to believe he was the ultimate protector, the man in control—I might buy myself enough time to find a real way out.
I let a soft, trembling gasp escape my lips and slowly rolled over on the mattress, opening my eyes to look up at him. I made sure they were wide, glassy, and swimming with fresh, forced tears. I looked up at his face, letting my lower lip quiver just enough as I whispered his name.
"Jason?"
He didn't look angry anymore. The cold, mocking smirk he had worn while holding Katie was completely gone, replaced by a soft, almost contemplative expression. Seeing me broken, weeping, and looking at him from the bed was exact
