Jackson noticed the other wasn't coming to get him and drag him somewhere to do something he didn't like. He was left completely alone for the time being, which made him feel a tad bit better about the current situation. He wouldn't be watched like a hawk, he would be able to shower and walk around... at least for now he could do all of that. Getting off of the ground he went to the living room, peaking around the corner to see a woman scrubbing the floor where his blood and cum was.<br/><br/>Quietly he walked around her to where the clothes were placed and rushed to the bathroom. Again he felt sick to his stomach but this time swallowed back the urge to be sick. Putting the clean clothes on he threw the towel onto the door and exited the bathroom once again. Quietly he ventured to the kitchen, where he could smell something cooking. He expected to see another person doing the cooking, but all he saw was Onin.<br/><br/>He stared at the back of his head for a long moment before slowly backing away and pressing himself against the nearest wall. He couldn't look at him properly without wanting to go into a full on panic attack. He wasn't going to eat, whatever that was he was cooking, he didn't trust it at all. Maybe it had some drug in it, maybe pineapple, which he was deathly allergic to.<br/><br/>Cover his face he took a few deep breaths, god he hated what he was after one rape session. It'd only get worse and harder to push on when the days went on. He'd escape or be saved, he had faith in that, but when it would happen he was so unsure about.