It broke Jack’s heart to hear Jason say this and to think about all those sick bastards that enjoyed hurting him. He would never go that overboard even for some joke, but it appeared that these people really did love to try and kill him. Why would anyone do this? This truly needed police to come and put a stop to it once and for all. What other people were forced to do horrible things in this place? Jack could only imagine and seeing this, he wasn’t so sure that he wanted to find out. One person at a time and Jason needed his help…and fast.<br/><br/>He mentally cursed himself for not being able to have a weapon now. If he had something, he could easily threaten the twins out there and make his escape with Jason smoothly -- or at least that’s how he thought it would go. “Guess it’s too late for that.” He would just wait until his time was up and go through with his plan. Jack would make sure that Jason would be free from this…nightmare and he’d protect him no matter what.<br/><br/>Jack bit his lip and glanced around, wondering just where at they were watching from. He felt a chill go down his spine and let out a sigh. He leaned into Jason, whispering, “I’ll save you,” in his hear. He wouldn’t let this go no matter what and if he had to keep paying until he couldn’t anymore…he would. This was wrong and whoever was in charge would be hearing from the police.<br/><br/>“I-I’m not going to let you rot here! No matter what! I’m going to get you out of here! I swear! Over<em>my</em>dead body!” Corny, but it would have to do. Until time was up, he couldn’t put his plan into motion and making just talking to Jason would be helpful. “So…how old are you and how long have you been like this?” How could someone not be able to die? Maybe it was some new disease.