Patricia's POV
I have never been this terrified. He clearly wasn't joking.
"This is not what you want, Jason. You don't want to marry me, please."
"Shut your mouth. You don't know what I want. Only I know that, and I'm here to take it. You're coming with me."
"Jason. Just relax. Please don't let the priest come here. I promise I'll get dressed, and then I'll follow you to a proper church to do it well. Let's do that, please."
"Are you sure? We'll leave now."
I nodded my head, such a dumb idiot.
"Wait, let me call the priest and tell him to wait by the church then."
I nodded again and he put the call across, did as he said he would then cut the call. He was sadistically happy and it was terrifying.
I was about to head to my room to get dressed into a nice fit when he suddenly grabbed my hand, startling me. Didn't he mean what he said? Had he caught on?