𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

vi ; poor arnie... and the boys

AN - we all know I don't do notes before the chapter but quick warning for like gore, dead animals, blood and physical abuse. I don't want anyone getting triggered or feeling sick reading this :) You can skip to the next chapter/not read until it's posted, what happens in this chapter will be more lightly talked about next chapter. This was my first time writing gore and i honestly disgusted myself with it, but yeah. Wanna get more into the gorey aspects of horror so i thought why not try it out lol. But again, please, this is heavy so proceed with caution. 14yo me wasnt okay, and i was at peak edgelord here...

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It'd been three days. Three agonizingly long days of trying to escape and trying to find a way to kill the son of a bitch who held them hostage. The Grabber fed them once a day, scrambled eggs and water, the bare minimum.

Within those three days, they couldn't find shit. There was a hole in the ground in the hall that led towards the bathroom, but it was quite shallow, and they probably didn't have time to dig their way out and up to the surface. They could possibly use one of the glass bottles they were given as a weapon, but they'd need to pull off hiding it first. There was also writing along the wall opposite the window, numbers. Like it was the combination for a lock, the same amount of numbers needed for one. The phone wasn't any help, the wire was frayed and useless.

They just sat down there, waiting for death.

They'd come to terms with it.

This night, the kidnapper left the door unlocked, so they would make their move.

Before Robin opens the door, hand already set on the handle, Jaeden taps him on the shoulder. Robin looks back as Jaeden sighs.

"We run. Just, run" he whispers. "Don't fight, don't look back. Run."

Robin nods, setting his hand on Jaeden's shoulder. "Don't worry, mi amor. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you, моя любовь" Jaeden smiles
"I trust you, my love"

The two boys open the heavy door together, slowly stepping upstairs into the empty kitchen. Looking around on the floor next to the door was some animal. They couldn't tell what but it was for sure dead. It's stomach was clearly open and blood had pooled around it. One of the lights was on in the living room, illuminating the creature on the floor.

Walking towards the animal, the Russian and Spanish speakers discover it was a cat. Jaeden's missing cat, Arnie. The fluffy, orange cat was gutted in the middle of the room. The cat still had the black collar Jaeden had bought for it months prior to him disappearing. That cat had been gone for three months, and Jaeden wasn't expecting to ever see him again, let alone like this. It looked raw, fresh. He should've been bones by now, right?

Jaeden breaks out into tears as Robin pulls him back, covering his mouth as he begins to sob. Knowing the kidnapper could be anywhere, Robin tries to keep Jaeden quiet. Jaeden buries his head in Robin's chest, his sobs muffled as Robin looks down at the cat. The straight haired boy tries to keep his eyes off the cat, feeling a lump growing in his throat.