Jason knew how he should feel, he should hate this guy, he should find other friends. Other people who could actually fit the profile of a friend. This is not the way things should be. This guy had no respect for Jason, he would just tease him but he would keep him around, and heck how could Jason refuse? He’s a social reject, this guy is the closest thing he has to a friend.

He had followed this guy orders, he was loyal to this guy, he was the right hand. Jason followed this guy against logic and his own sense. Perhaps its true loyalty, maybe its not, but Jason knew that this is not the way things are suppose to be.

” Do this Jason, do that Jason”

” Your a Homo Jason.”

Jason just stood there and jason just took it. Always fulfilling his duties that this jerk twisted into his own agenda.

” Get Skype Jason”

” Get WoW Jason”

” give me your battle.net account Jason”

These simple things were jobs of the right hand. Of course if he would fail to fulfill any of these jobs, the “master” would only look down on Jason, and screw with him until he had done the job. Part of Jason wanted to walk away, and be clear that this is not what he wanted from a friend, but the twisted part is, that it is exactly what he wanted, that he wanted to be an igor, he wanted to have a master, he wanted to serve. These 2 parts of his mind would always conflict with eachother, only causing Jason more turmoil.

Jason was a wreck, he was a slave to a wreck, and at the point when he started to develop “feelings” for his a-hole of a master, he knew…….. he was lost.