“You’re so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you.” (Jason and Betty)
Betty had been locked in the cage for days without seeing anyone, all of her care completely automated. There was a feeding tube down her throat and nasal cannula pumping oxygen through her nose. She was constantly edged, whining quietly as she looked up at Jason. Betty was absolutely exhausted, shivering and whimpering quietly.
Jason walked into the room alone. No Cheryl. No Veronica. It was just him and Betty. And he was not happy. His issue wasn’t with Betty. No. That was reserved for Cheryl once she returned from her Black Credit Card shopping spree. A small mecy before Jason reminded her of her place in the World.
He ignored Betty for a moment, taking off his jacket and shirt and throwing them into the corner. He walked to the case and looked Betty in the eyes. “I’m going to take these out of your nose and your mouth. The only thing I want to hear when you finally get to speak is a Thank You” He told her. This was not a negotiation.
He owned her and he would have obedience
Betty was too exhausted to do too much, even if she wasn't locked up. She barely nodded, eyes fluttering as she tried to focus. Betty was doing her best to keep her mind active, using her eidetic memory to keep herself from being completely isolated. But, even that came with struggles. She kept slipping up and she was starting to get so tired from constantly struggling. Betty was quiet and obedient. She struggled with the more sexual aspect of this arrangement, but she tried to keep herself out of the way. It, unfortunately, caused more attention it seemed.
With nobody to interrupt them, Jason wanted to use this opportunity to see just now far be could push Betty. In more ways than just sexually. Slowly he removed all the apparatus from her and left the cage door open for her. “Come to me” He told the blonde. In her weakened state, he knew it may take some time. “It’s just the two of us today, Betty. No Cheryl. No Veronica. Just the two of us.” He reminded her, his hand lightly stroking her cheek in order to gain her favour. “Nothing is going to hurt you today.”
Betty really didn't like the sound of them being alone, but she really didn't have any say in the matter. She wanted to see Veronica finally, but it seemed that wouldn't be happening soon. Betty looked up at him with eyes fluttering as he touched her cheek, nodding a bit. She was moving slowly, whining quietly as she crawled out. Betty dropped in front of him, simply ragdolling the moment she was at the goal. Betty was exhausted and achy, shivering as she laid at his feet.
Jason watched with curiosity as Betty tried her best to crawl to him. She did as she was told and collapsed the moment she completed the task. Dropping down, Jason looked down at the blonde before moving her matted hair out of her face to look into her eyes. “Good girl” Jason told her has he stoked her face, showing her a level of tenderness that she will have been lacking for the last few days. “Looks like Cheryl was wrong about you and you can follow instructions.” He said, showing her with a little praise. “Now, how about we get you cleaned up. But we aren’t going anywhere until you say it to me.” Jason remarked, making sure she knew her place.
Betty whined as he pet her hair, nodding weakly. "Th-thank you..." Her voice was quiet, but that was normal. She was always the quietest of the three, preferring to avoid attention. Which was exactly why she was nervous now. She had his complete attention and she truly didn't want it. She'd needed out of that cage and she was exhausted, but the idea of being the only person for him to focus on scared her.
All she wanted to do was survive. Betty had followed Veronica blindly. She would have read the document more carefully if Veronica hadn't been doing it with her. She'd simply signed because she'd wanted to stay with Veronica. Betty was smarter than this. She was smarter than just being a secretary either. But, after all that time in isolation and simply being alone with her thoughts, she was exhausted. "P-please..."
Jason continued to stroke Betty’s face as she was, no doubt, trying to come to terms with the current position she found herself in. “I hope you’ve come to accept your place now, Betty. It’ll be so much better for you in the long run” Jason said to her softly. The fact was he knew she wanted nothing more than to be left alone but he would give her any mercy but that. He wanted her which is why he’d done this to her in the first place. To all three of them. “Because the only way you’re going to see Veronica again is if you accept that I am your master now.” He said, quietly into her ear. His words likely seeping into her subconscious.
He would make sure she was bathed and presentable for what came next but he wanted to prepare her for what was about to come next. “I’m going to take you to the shower. You will be given time to get cleaned under my supervision…and then I will find out just how far I can push you until you break.” Jason announced to her, taking hold of her chin to make sure she was looking right into his eyes as he spoke. “And you are going to answer to me. No silent answers. No whimpering. I want words from you” He stated, he was deadly serious. “Tell me you understand.”
She nodded slowly, shivering as she was forced to look up at him directly. Betty tried very hard not to look up, so it was a normal thing that he had to do. He'd wanted submission and she was giving him that, but he didn't seem to want that. He seemed to want what Veronica and Cheryl were giving him. Betty couldn't do that. She was quiet and polite. She just wanted to get through.
"I-I understand." Her voice was quiet, but it always was. She stayed quiet and out of the way. Veronica was constantly tugging Betty along and speaking for her. On the few hidden dates they'd managed to have, Veronica spoke up for Betty when something was wrong. She was terrified of the idea of being pushed until she broke. The time in isolation had felt like torture. She'd found ways to occupy her mind, but she was completely alone and trapped. Betty had used her eidetic memory to keep herself occupied by recalling movies she'd seen or books she'd read. She'd kept her mind as busy as possible to make up for not being able to move.
Knowing that Betty was in no position to make her way out of the room, Jason watched her as she tried to gather some of her strength back, looking over her body. Dirty and covered in her own juices as it was, he was going to enjoy claiming it as his like he had done Cheryl and Veronica before her. He ran a finger down her body towards her breast and teased her nipple. “Let’s see how you react when you open your mind a little bit more” He said as he let his finger work on opening her body.
“Such a shame that Cheryl lied to me because I would have never left you here as long as you were. I could have…” He spoke softly, like he was talking to a child who needed to be comforted. “…given you the pleasure you needed to be a good girl.” Jason leaned in and whispered to Betty. “What day do you think it is, Betty?”
Betty whined, lightly flinching from his touches without completely moving away. She knew better than to get too prudish on him, but she had been pointedly keeping her head down and behaving herself. It seemed to help keep his attention focused elsewhere for the most part. "I-I... I do behave myself. I d-don't cause you a-any trouble. I do as I-I'm told... I'm j-just... I'm just not comfortable."
She knew that being raised how she was made this situation difficult for her, but she hadn't read the contract properly because she'd been so focused on following Veronica. She hadn't wanted Veronica to be working on a different floor where she wouldn't see her. This hadn't been expected and Betty was normally so good at planning. Her body shook at his question, eyes closing tightly. She didn't know, not completely. She'd estimated by assuming that sleep meant a new day, but she'd been in a cage and unable to do anything other than sit there. Sleep happened a lot more often than it should have. "P-please don't ask me that... I-I... I can't..."
Jason looked at Betty, giving her a curious look as she stammered. Her mind was Betty’s most valuable resource it seemed and he was going to turn it against her. He was going to make her doubt herself and he was going to use it to break her mentally. “You’ve been down here longer than I’d have liked. It was suppose to be a few hours. Half a day at most but…” He told her as he stopped for a second. “It’s a shame because you’ve gotten so filthy”
Jason pulled out his phone and let Betty see the date. The brightness deliberately low to not hurt her eyes. “You’ve been down here for half a week.” He told her but it was lie. It had been over a week. The date on the phone? A lie.
Seeing an actual date was what she'd wanted, but she didn't like the date that she saw. It didn't make sense. She'd lost count of the days, but she was sharp enough to know that it was more than a week. She'd managed to keep count for the first week. "B-but... No, th-that's... That's not right." Betty was trying not to cry, trying not to let herself get too upset over losing track. She'd never lost track of time before. Never been drunk or high. Nothing had ever fogged her perception of reality or time before.
"P-please..." She was exhausted and the revelation of the date was making it worse. Betty didn't like that her mind felt foggy. She had never lost track of anything before and she didn't like not knowing what was happening. Betty was a planner. She organized and planned every moment. She didn't party, she worked.
This was a coordinated attack on Betty’s mind as he let her see the date and time, seeing it’s exactly what he claimed it to be in the vacuum of the room they were in. “It’s my fault for leaving you here for so long” He told her. “I should have been more attentive to you.” Jason continued as he put the phone away and walked over to the bag he brought in and pulled a bottle of water out of the bag. He walked back to Betty and opened the bottle. “Drink. You’ll feel better”
Betty shivered as he held the water out to her. "I-I... Please, I'm tired." Her head felt foggy and she didn't like it. She was exhausted and she knew that was what was happening. Betty spent too long studying before and had felt the demands of sleep starting to cloud her mind. But, it had never been like this. She'd had books and music, rather than sitting in silence trying to replay things in her mind. This was exhaustion, it had to be.
She slowly drank from the bottle, whining from thirst. She'd had liquid forced through a tube, but it wasn't the same as actually drinking. The water was gone quickly and Betty rested her head on the ground in front of her. She only felt more foggy, more tired. "I-I... I don't feel good."
Jason stood over Betty as she drank and slouched over. Another deliberate action from him as he drugged the water. He needed Betty to be as weak as possible for what he did next which was pick her up and carry her over his shoulder. “Focus on my voice, Betty. Focus on me. We’re going to get you nice and comfortable” He told her as he carried her out of the room and into the luxury bathroom of his apartment. Nobody was around as he placed Betty on the floor against the wall.
“Just relax, Betty. Nothing is going to hurt you now” He told her as he pulled the remaining piece of restraint from her before undressing himself
Betty whined as he picked her up and put her over his shoulder, but she was so weak that she felt like a ragdoll. She didn't relax. Betty was always rigid, standing perfectly straight. She wore crisp clothing that she constantly straightened, keeping her hair in a tight ponytail. She was so far from that now. She was completely nude, hair allowed to simply drape in front of her face. All the tension was gone. She was lying limply where he put her, eyes barely able to focus as he spoke to her.
She had never felt more anxious in her life, despite not being able to show it. Betty lightly ran her fingertips over the marks in her palms from her fingernails digging into the skin. They constantly scabbed and reopened, more scars than anything else after years of stress. Even as her entire body tried to force her to relax, Betty tried to fight against it. She was fully untied, but she couldn't move.
