Owned By a Greek god

**** MELINA P. O. V ****

I raced up to Jason and said, "What's going on?" When he looked at me, I could see that his eyes were already rather red. His eyes were filled with tears.

He told me, "They severed her head from her body," and when I glanced into his phone, I saw Mrs. Emerson's severed head next to her corpse.

Oh my God, I exclaimed as I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh my God."

I screamed while hurling the phone against the wall and exclaimed, "They murdered her!"

I was crying as I whispered to Jason, "Jason, Jason, please calm down," knowing that this wouldn't go over well with him.

He bellowed, "You know I can't calm down! My mother is dead!" as he punched the wall. "You know I can't calm down!"

"Jason," I said when I called since I was unsure of what to do next. In all honesty, the adversary went too far when they took her life in such a heinous manner.

"Ryan," he called out while reaching for his shirt and pants. He put it on very quickly and then dashed out of the room. I was right following him, and when we entered the living room, there was Ryan waiting for us there.

He asked Jason, "What's going on? I heard a scream from your room. Are you okay?" but his countenance altered when he spotted Jason's look. "What's going on? I heard a scream from your room. Are you okay?" He spoke between clenched teeth as he asked, "I know that look Jason. What happened to mother?"

I was startled when Jason yelled, "Someone decapitated her, and she is dead!" and I jumped in response.

When I turned to look at Ryan, I was curious to see what his reaction was going to be, but to my astonishment, he neither told me nor screamed.

As he stood there, it appeared as though he fell into a coma.

Agnes yelled out "Ryan" as she ran towards him. He stared at her without showing any sign of emotion on his face.

He spoke it in a weak voice, and Agnes embraced him closely as he said it. "They killed her," he added. In his state of emotional distress, Jason made his way to the telephone in the sitting room.

I was hoping to see tears on Ryan's face when I looked at him, but there was nothing there. I was aware that there was the most precarious situation, but he has refused to cry. That should definitely sound the alarm.

I was terrified by the prospect that he wouldn't take it easy. I was at a loss for words or actions to take.

After Jason shared with me what their mother had to go through in order to give them a life, I knew there was no way I could convince them to change their minds about doing whatever it is they want to do. Someone from his past has suddenly appeared out of nowhere and killed his mother. This occurs at a time when everything is going swimmingly.

Jason yelled, "I want you all in the mansion now," and I struggled to keep my breath even as he spoke. Even calling him was too much for me to handle.

It hurt my feelings to see his mother treated in such a manner. I can empathize with how it feels to lose someone close to you, but in Jason's situation, I was at a loss for what to do.

When I called his name, Jason, he turned to look at me. As I approached him, he was making an effort to hold back his tears.

I told him, "It's good to weep Jason. Let it all out." He shook his head in response. "Let it all out."

He answered, "No. I won't weep any more tears until I see mother face to face and kill whoever did it," and at that point, I had to force myself to swallow once again.

Ryan inquired in a chilly tone, "Who did you call?" He was the one that gave me the greatest reason to be afraid. Agnes was looking at him with a perplexed expression while she clutched his hand. He did not show any sign of regret at all on his face. There were no tears at all.

I sat down on the couch and looked at Jason as he added, "The guards at Mother's house. I need to know what occurred." Jason was speaking about the guards at Mother's house. When I looked at Ryan with apprehension in my eyes, I asked him, "Ryan, why aren't you expressing any expression?"

"I switched it off," he murmured, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

As he was headed to the bar, he made the statement, "My humanity. Until I give the killer the same penalty as my mother, I will continue like this."

Agnes questioned in a trembling voice, "You switched off your humanity? And you didn't even inform me, don't you realize this is incredibly dangerous?" I attempted to reassure her by telling her, "Agnes, not now."

She added, "Can't you see him? He doesn't feel anything. Not even love for me too," and I groaned and nodded in agreement. "Can't you see him?"

As I watched him take the drink, I remarked to him, "I know he doesn't, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you. When the moment is right, he will switch it on again."

He whispered to himself as he poured himself another drink, "I can't let anyone stop me, not even you, Agnes. So I have to shut it off. You can bring me back, I know."

When I looked over at Jason, I noticed that he was seated on the couch, so I asked him, "Jason, can you at least talk to him?" His knees were bent awkwardly. In addition, there was no sign of regret in his eyes.

My eyes welled up with tears as Ryan pointed out "There he is. The inhuman Jason." "Don't worry, Gracie. The love you have for him will undoubtedly switch it on again. Just as it did before," he whispered, and my heart sank. Holding his hand, I murmured, "Jason, there was no need for you to do that."

"That's precisely what I had to do. I can't let emotions in, not now, it's going to ruin me. And right now, I need to catch the bastard that did that to my mother," she said.

He said, "Don't worry, I promise that whatever I felt for you, I would let it in again. I know it was something I always craved for, but right now. I need my head clear and my heart hardened." At that moment, the door opened. "Don't worry, I promise that whatever I felt for you, I would let it in again."

Both he and Ryan leapt to their feet and walked over to where they were standing.

Ryan asked while putting his hands in his pockets, "What the hell happened?"

He repeated it with terror in his voice, "We were drugged boss. One moment we were protecting the house and the other, we were all on the floor. We woke up and we raced in to discover Mrs. Emerson laying in her own blood." As Jason was leaving the building, he asked, "How exactly were you drugged? We need to get to the house right away."

I said, "I will come with you," and he gazed at me as I spoke the words.

I didn't agree with Jason's assessment, so he continued, "I don't think you should. You won't like anything I do when I get there." I shook my head.

I told him, "No matter what happens, Jason, I will always love you, and I will always be here with you," and Agnes nodded in agreement.

Ryan said as he ran out of the home, "Fine if you insist, I am leaving and no one should come in my way. I mean no one." I knew this was what they meant when they said he was worse than Jason because he stated it. "I am going and no one should get in my way. I mean no one."

The worst thing he could have done was to prevent himself from experiencing grief in any form. Refusing to allow yourself to experience suffering.

Some of the passengers got into the first automobile, and Agnes and I joined Ryan and Jason in the second vehicle.

When Ryan got into the driver's seat, I let out a sigh and wondered aloud whether he would be able to drive at this point.

I started my question with "Can you..." but he answered before I could even finish it.

When he answered, "Perfect well. I am not feeling anything therefore there would be nothing wrong with my driving," I understood that he was in denial about everything.

After he started the engine, we were able to leave the area and go on our way. I was seated in the back with Agnes, and I could see that she was really concerned.

I assured Agnes that everything would be alright and that we would bring them back, but first they needed to finish what they were doing, and she nodded in agreement.

She responded through her tears, "I know, but seeing Ryan like this destroys me." I nodded in agreement with her statement.

You and I both know that we can't talk them out of this. I absolutely understand them, and don't worry about it; everything will be good. This is very difficult for them. I can understand if they choose this technique to get this over with. I am sorry that they are going through this.

I let out a sigh as I stated, "We just need to make sure that they don't kill someone who isn't guilty."

She asked, "So they are really going to kill whoever did this?" and I indicated that I agreed with her statement by nodding.

I nodded in agreement while staring at Jason from behind as he sat in front of me and responded, "Yes, they are."

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