Is This What Hell Feels Like?

Welcome to Hell

Hazel eyes skipped from one end of the room to the other, scanning all the unfamiliar things held within. Dread began to build up within the chest of the teen, who was bound to a chair against his will. He could feel eyes glued to him, monitoring his every move. Knives and guns were held up, all aimed in his direction. They served as a constant reminder to stay still. If he moved he had an idea that he'd be shot, gutted or even skinned alive; a miserable death to say the least, even if he couldn't feel the pain it brought. 

"I assume you know why you're here, Toby." One of the many masked men behind him stated, "And I assume you're willing to comply with whatever we say? I'd hate to kill a new proxy." 

"No, you dumbshits, I have no idea why I'm here!" He shouted, "Hit me with a shovel and then drag me here with no damn explanation? Do you really thi-" The teen, Toby, screamed but was stopped when he was hit over the head. 

His shouting stopped as he succumbed to the dizziness the hit over his head brought. But his self-preservation was soon thrown out the window as he began writhing around, trying to break the ropes that held him down. Another sharp blow to the back of his head caused him to stop, once again trying to stop his head from spinning. 

That masked man took no time stepping in front of him. Every one of his features blocked out by the thin plastic of his mask. He slowly leaned down, only stopping when he was a few inches away from the shaking boy's face. 

"Listen you little shit, I don't feel like making this any harder than it already is so I'd recommend you shut the fuck up and listen." 

Instead of answering with his words Toby spit a mixture of blood and saliva onto the man's mask. Even more rage bubbled within the masked man as he landed yet another hard blow to Toby's face. Another groan slipped from the dizzy teen and his head fell back for a moment. In the meantime the man wiped the spit from his mask and pulled it up, only enough for his mouth to show, and spit on Toby. Unlike the man, however, Toby wasn't wearing a mask to shield his face from the disgusting fluid. 

The man smirked as he watched Toby grimace in disgust. Another massive frown etched itself onto his face as he shot the man a glare. 

"Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" The man mockingly laughed as he pulled his mask back down, once again shielding his face from the world. 

Toby looked up at the man's mask, studying the few features it had. He could feel the small droplets of blood falling from many places on his face, mostly from his nose and the large gash that decorated his face. At the rate he was going, he could pass out at any given moment from blood loss. 

Not to mention the many bullet holes that littered his legs and the one lodged in his side. Luckily for him, he couldn't feel any of it, nor was anything vital hit, but that didn't stop them from bleeding. Granted, it wasn't much anymore.

"What do you want from me? Huh?" Toby spat the words out, trying to suppress his tics. 

"We want you," Another man said, this one's mask was different from the first man's; though, none of that mattered to Toby. 

"Me? What exactly do you want from me?" 

"You can be of good use to us." The original man stated. 

"And please explain to me what the fuck some mentally unstable kid can do? I can't even control my damn thoughts at this point!" Toby shouted, only to get hit once again. 

He let out a quiet grunt as more blood dripped from his mouth, going directly onto his jeans. The first man stepped back and wiped his glove on his jacket. 

After a moment the second man began speaking once again, going back to his original topic. "You my friend can kill, that's all we want." 

Toby's eyes widened as he looked up, meeting the black cloth that was the man's mask. He hardly knew what he was hearing. All they wanted him for was to kill? Thoughts blew through Toby's head as he tried his best to comprehend what he had just heard. 

The masked men paused, waiting for some form of worded response from the confused brunette. They exchanged glances before shifting their gazes back to the confused male. A heavy feeling of dread filled the room, causing everyone within to grow impatient. The thickness of the atmosphere wasn't helping at all, if anything it was making the whole situation worse. It was as if everyone was waiting for a bomb to go at any second and kill them all; though, that obviously wasn't the case. Only one of them was in any real danger, and that was Toby. Even then the danger he was in wasn't much. 

Another rush of an unfamiliar feeling flooded over the poor boy. The blood loss was finally starting to get to him. A faint feeling took over, indication he was likely going to pass out within the next hour or so. But he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. Every part of him wanted to fight the feeling. If he passed out there was a very high chance he could end up in a brand new hell with no way out.

Toby began struggling in his seat, once again trying his best to destroy the restraints that were holding him against his will. The feeling of cold metal firmly pressed up against his neck, almost daring him to make another move. Unlike any normal person, Toby didn't stop struggling. If anything the gun that was pressed against him was encouragement to keep trying. There was no way he was going to stop, he'd rather die than be stuck wherever he was.

The first maked man subtly looked over to the other, gaining a small nod of approval. Within the blink of an eye he stepped over and landed another swift blow to Toby's face. Unlike the first punches, this one managed to knock Toby out. It turned out he was going to stop struggling, even if it wasn't on his own accord.