Wrath's POV.
I woke up completely relaxed, still chained up to the pipe. I had a new feeling on my head, it felt like I had been bandaged up, as I didn't feel much pain anymore, nor did I feel the blood moving down my head anymore.
The room was only lit a small amount from an oil lantern in front of me, it was dim but helped me stay calm, just watching the flame dance was enough to keep me entertained.
A few more seconds passed before the door opened up and showed the man with the black smile on his mask. He walked over to a light switch and flipped it on, hurting my eyes from all the overwhelming brightness.
He soon knelt in front of me, turned off the oil lantern, and what I think is his way of observing me. After he was done 'observing me,' he then went over to his table, doing something.
I laid there and started to get deep in my thoughts, just listening to the mysterious man work.
'What was in that needle? Why am I so relaxed, even though there is a murderer in front of me? Shouldn't I be panicking? Why do I feel comfortable around this man?' I started to question myself.
The man stopped whatever he was doing and turned to me, crossing his arms, he looked to be thinking. He titled his head and spoke, "Your very unique, Snowflake boy."
He paused, moving to me and kneeling, "You're one of my first people, that's felt the after-effects of that little 'medicine' of mine..." The man started to ramble, "...ya'know what I might just have to keep you because of this."
I wanted to yell at him but my voice was calm and serene, "What do you mean?"
The man laughed, "You aren't even completely aware, this will be so much fun."
'What does he mean I'm not completely aware? What after-effects? Why can't my voice go loud?' My thoughts rushed with questions, I wanted to ask him but I couldn't get anything else out of my mouth. All I could do was lay there and watch as the man went back over to the table.
He hummed a soft tune while working, it was calming to me to hear such a soft tune. I could have even fallen asleep from it but he stopped just as soon as he started humming.
After a few more seconds the door to the room opened, it was demon face. I chuckled to myself at the nickname I gave the man. They must have heard my delirious chuckles and demon face started talking to smile man.
As my chuckles soon grew out of control, as if I couldn't control my body anymore and I became mentally scared. I heard them talking, demon face spoke first, "Why is he laughing?"
"He's just feeling some of the after-effects of what I've given him." Smile man replied before coming over to me with another needle.
"Oh, so...your lame little drug works on this one as well." The demon seemed interested.
He was quickly snapped at, "Don't call it that, Dillon!"
I finally got a name for the man in the demon mask, Dillon.
My mind soon felt like just watching events play out, I had no control over my calm and relaxed body, or even where I looked, scarring me enough to force my body to cry. Tears of fear pored out of my uncontrollable body and they both must have realized that something was off about me.
The smiling man lifted my head to face him and spoke, "Maybe, it worked a little too well on this one..."
"Guess I just have to give him a lower dose next time." He continued and went over to his table.
Dillon, sat in front of me, "So, you think he'll go back to crying once his little 'trip' wears off?"
Smile man replied quickly went back to his table, "Most likely."
At that moment I knew I had to calm myself if I was to survive and fight this.
Dillon stood and went to leave, but before he left he asked, "So, how long do you think Bacon will let this go on for?"
'Bacon must be the man with the animal skull.' I thought, through my mental prison.
Smile man spoke aggressively, "I don't know, but if he dares to touch this one, I'll kill him...personally."
"If you say so, just remember that if something happens while your gone, I've got your back." Dillon opened the door and left the room.
***
After what felt like ages, my body started to get feeling again. I moved my one leg out and back in. I had control over my body again and started to cry tears of joy, as I was no longer trapped in my mind.
As soon as the smiley man noticed my more "normal" reactions, he walked over and started questioning me.
"How did it feel being trapped in your own mind?"
I snapped at the man, "It felt like shit!" My fear started talking as I went more silent and started to shake, "It felt terrible, I couldn't move, I couldn't control what actions I did...I'm-I don't want to experience that shit ever again." I whined out to the man.
Once I realized what I had said, I immediately started to cry to scared to even look at the man.
The man calmed my sobs, "What are you so scared of? You gave me your honest thoughts." He paused, "Ya'know what, I'll give you a reward for getting through that..."
"W-What?" I was so confused, he was way too cheerful for a murderer.
He mumbled, "Faust..."
"Huh?"
"It's my name, what's yours?" The man acted childlike as he spoke.
All I did was stare at him mortified and confused. 'How could someone ask their victim for their name, in this situation. How fucked up is this guy?'
He sighed and was more clear with his words, "We're going to be seeing a lot of each other so I'd like you to at least have my name. So...what's your name?"
I debated telling him my name but it wasn't like I had a choice in the matter.
I huffed out, "It's Wrath."
"See, now that wasn't so hard, Wrathie."
I was disgusted by his new use of my name.
He turned off the lights and left me in the pitch dark, alone and scared for my life.
***
I had been trying to sleep but couldn't due to the loud noises I'd been hearing coming from the floor above.
For once in my life, I actually wanted death over, staying as a hostage or more a lab rat in my case.
My hunger only grew over time, and I started to think of all the delicious meals my mom would make. I left a few tears to fall thinking about my parents, but they-
I cut off my thoughts as I realized I had really only one hope, my journal. It was most likely not found by Dillon, so there is a slim chance someone will find it.
I sat up and laid my back on the pipe and felt my handcuffs. They were really tight, no way I was going to slip out of them-
Then I remembered that Faust doesn't want me hurt, so maybe I could make some sort of deal with him. It wasn't very likely but it would be worth a shot.
I soon came up with a plan, next time Faust comes down, I'll try and make a deal with him to at least let me out of these cuffs. I don't know how, but I'll figure it out when I cross that bridge.
I laid back down on my side and I eventually fell asleep, hungry, cold, and worst of all alone.
