Jake was reaching for the handle of the door when it swung open, and stood shellshocked while Dan spoke. He was on the top step into the house when Dan's voice covered him with a blanket of anger, leaving him seething and surprised that he didn't just burst into flame right there. "I didn't agree to this shit." He snapped. "I agreed to... to some medical tests, to... maybe test some new medicine or technology, not being some sick fucking project that probably gets you off in the meantime." He sneered, covering his bubbling terror in wondering what Dan would do when faced with Jake's words. But he didn't want to wait around. Dan wasn't saying anything, so he took the chance to shoulder past, not looking at Alexis, and stomp to the room he begrudgingly called his for now.

Would Dan kill him? Would he get tired of Jake eventually and just... shoot him in the head? He didn't doubt his brain couldn't heal fast enough to save him, or his heart. Maybe if he struck in either of those places Jake would be dead immediately. Like a normal damn person. He flopped onto his bed, not bothering to close the door, subconsciously obeying one of Dan's rules. He threw an arm over his eyes and let out a wavering, sighing breath.