Justin's POV

"Did it work?" I asked him.

"Yea boss, she fell for it. I think you were right, her intentions are to just escape." 

"Ugh, why can't she just listen? It is very annoying." I sighed rubbing my temples. 

"Should I continue with this plan?" He asked me. 

"No, I swear to god if I see your hands on her again I will blow your brains out." I spat at him. 

"Okay boss, geez, I didn't volunteer for this." 

"Just leave, Mike." I sighed out. 

Selena's POV

I haven't seen Mike since the day we left... I guess that plan won't work. 

"SELENA." I heard Jason yell. I quickly ran to where his voice was coming from. I realized it was in the room he whipped me in. 

I walked in to see him standing in front of the chair. He pointed to it. I walked over and sat in it. He chained my hands and legs. What did I do? 

"If you tell me about your plan, I'll tell you about mine," Justin smirked.

He knows about my plan? And what is his plan? I decided to just play it off. "I don't know what you're talking about," I replied. 

He chuckles evilly, "Hun, I know about this escape plan, I'm not dumb. I'm actually smart. My plan was to see if what I believed was true, so I told Mike to pretend he has a love interest in you. I wanted to see if you would be a whore and go after him, which is exactly what you did. So now tell me that my thoughts were true. What was your plan?" He told me. 

I was processing what he said in my head, " I still have no idea what you're talking about." I replied back cooly. 

He walked into the darkness and turned on lights all around the room, I saw a ton of torture items. He had a screwdriver. He unhooked me and told me to sit on the floor. I did as told, wanting to see what he was going to do. 

He took apart the chair and made it look like a table, a board and the hand on the top, and the legs where your legs would be chained. It looked like you would be leaning over a table, chained up by your arms and legs. 

"Go," he said and pointed to the table. I slowly walked over and he was standing right behind me, I could feel his breathe on the back of my neck, "I hate hurting you baby, but you just don't listen." He whispered before kissing the back of my neck. "Bend." He demanded while pushing my back. He cuffed my hands and and ankles before pulling down my pants and underwear. 

"Please, Justin don't do this," I begged him, knowing what's coming. 

He didn't reply, but I heard him rummaging around in the torture things before putting a blindfold on me. 

"So, are you going to tell me?" He yelled. 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I continued to deny. 

Suddenly I heard a smack and a stinging sensation on my bum. I cried out in pain as he did it many times. "TELL ME." He barked. 

"ALRIGHT. I WAS FAKING LIKING YOU SO YOU WOULD TRUST ME ENOUGH TO LEAVE ME ALONE SO I COULD RUN." I yelled through the tears. He spanked me two more times before he said, "That's all you had to say whore." and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

He left me there for what felt like a month, when in reality, it was about 5 hours, before he came back and pulled my pants up, before taking me back to the room and laying in bed with me, "I hate hurting you." He whispered in my ear before I heard his soft snores.