CHAPTER 25: JASON’S DARK PLAN-III

Jason’s POV

As I walked toward her, fear crept into her eyes. She began struggling against the restraints, desperate to free herself—but it was useless.

"Have you ever watched spiders up close?" I asked, stopping in front of her. "Ever felt them crawling over your skin, then bite you as if they want to eat you alive?"

"No... I’m afraid of spiders... please, keep them away..." she finally broke, her voice trembling.

The reaction I had been waiting for, and I hadn’t even released my pets yet.

"I won’t—if you answer my questions," I said calmly, kneeling before her. I set the cage on the floor by her feet, fingers gripping the latch, ready to open it.

"I told you the truth... I truly don’t know..." she gasped, her words rattled by the weight of her phobia.

"Well then," I muttered, and lifted the lid.

One spider at a time, I took them out and placed them near her feet. They twitched and shifted, slowly crawling forward.

She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, I wrapped my hand tightly around her throat.

"Scream and I’ll shove one of these spiders down your fucking throat," I growled.

She went silent instantly, eyes wide, body trembling so violently I could feel the panic in her pulse beneath my palm. This fear—it was deep, clawing at her very soul.

I released her throat and stepped back, watching her stare in horror as one of the tarantulas crawled toward her foot.

"J-Jason, please take it away..." she whispered, her voice shaking. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she choked on her own panic. "I beg you..."

"Then answer what I asked," I told her, kneeling again, calm and unbothered by her panic.

But her attention was fixed entirely on the spider creeping up her left foot. She didn’t notice what I was about to do to her right.

I picked up the pliers, and the next moment, I pulled out the nail of her small toe in one swift move.

A scream tore from her mouth, but I smothered it with my hand.

She looked at me in raw horror. Her eyes wide, breath ragged, chest heaving like she couldn’t find air. The shock and agony hit her all at once.

"Ready to talk yet?" I asked, removing my hand from her mouth. "Speak."

She shook her head slowly, pain twisting her expression. Her lips barely moved as she stammered, voice hoarse and broken, "I... don’t... know..."

Only sobs and gasps followed.

In response to her answer, I gripped the sides of her flimsy hospital gown. The fabric was held together by buttons running from her collarbone to her knees. With a swift, forceful tug, I tore it open. The buttons popped off one by one, clattering to the floor as the gown fell apart, baring her body from head to toe.

Her skin trembled under the cold air, slick with sweat, but I didn’t give her a moment to breathe.

I picked up one spider and placed it on her thigh.

Unable to scream, her fear was only evident through her teary eyes, her ragged breathing, and her trembling body, which was now covered in sweat due to the fear.

Her entire body shook as the spider crawled slowly across her thigh.

She was about to scream—but I was faster. I slapped a strip of tape across her mouth, sealing it shut.

She tried to shift her leg, to jolt it away—but I leaned in close and spoke in low and wicked tone, "They only stay calm if the surface beneath them is steady. If not, they bite."

She froze the next moment, like she would even stop breathing if it meant the spider might bite her.

I picked up another spider and placed it on her exposed chest, only to see her hold her breath so spider won’t bite her sensing the movement beneath.

But how long could she hold it?

"Want to answer yet?" I asked her again.

Her teary eyes begging me, she shook her head once more, as if to repeat the same answer as before.

"I will stop only when you nod to tell me the truth," I said and knelt before her once more.

I reached for her foot again and, without hesitation, yanked the nail from her second toe.

Her body jerked violently in pain, a muffled cry stuck beneath the tape—but the sudden movement caused both spiders to react. Their legs twitched and then sank their fangs into her trembling flesh.

The pain must’ve shot through her like fire.

Her head snapped back, her eyes wide and locked on the ceiling. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands gripped the wooden arms of the chair so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

"Still don’t want to talk?" I asked, my voice quieter now, though no less threatening.

She looked at me, trembling. Her gaze darted to the spiders crawling over her bare skin. Drenched in sweat and fear, she didn’t dare move.

I reached for the tape and tore it off with one harsh pull.

"Speak."

Her lips trembled as she gasped softly for air. Her voice came out hoarse, thick with sobs.

"If you want to kill me... just do it already," she whispered, shaking. "Why are you tormenting....with the spiders... just... just kill me."

"That won’t be fun," I said, leaning in. "Not until I get what I want. Now start."

She closed her eyes tightly, breathing in deep, shaky bursts. Then, after a pause, she opened them again—and met my gaze.

"I loved it," she said.

Her voice was soft, but there was something eerily steady in it.

"I loved being fucked by him.... I loved everything about him.... I was crazy for him... So I did it..."

She let the words hang between us like poison.

"Now go ahead...Kill me..." Her tone was provocative, too eager to die.

Another kind of anger rose inside me—cold, seething, murderous. All I wanted now was to kill her.

But I wasn’t done yet. I won’t give her an easy death—not after how she confessed about loving that bastard Keiren. Just like him, this bitch deserved a painful death.

"Tell me all the secrets of the Dreadwyn pack you know," I ordered.

"I don’t know any..." she replied the same.

I glared at her for a moment. She was still trying to protect that pack, even with her death.

Bloody whore.

Without another word, I shut her mouth with tape again and then pulled out the nails of the remaining three toes on her right foot. One after another.

Her body convulsed in pain, a silent scream stuck in her throat as she writhed under the onslaught. The spiders did their part, sinking their fangs deeper into her soft skin—one on her thigh, the other now on her chest.

The moment the spider bit down on her left tits, her entire body jolted violently more than it did when I pulled her nails. Her nerves must’ve been firing on every level now.

I must say, this bitch is a tough nut.

I held her left foot this time and pierced the needle under the nail of her big toe.

Her body was now beyond just the level of trembling—she must have wanted to scream her lungs out, but the tape held her still in silence.

Meanwhile, the spider on her chest began to move up after biting her several times on her collarbone and neck, it climbed higher. Its long, bristled legs reached her jawline, then crept toward her cheek.

The spider was enormous—larger than her face.

When she finally caught sight of it, her teary, bloodshot eyes widened in horror. Her gaze locked on the creature as it reached just below her eye, its body now fully visible from her peripheral vision.

Her red, swollen, and teary eyes widened to their fullest, only to shut the next moment as her head fell to the side.

The bitch had gone unconscious due to the shock. I hoped not dead—even if she was, I didn’t care.

Just then the door of the shade opened and a voice came through, "What are you doing here....with her...?"