After a good amount if time sobbing into Hersha's chest, he sat and hugged you tightly like a motherly figure hugging a child. His arms around your waist, cheek against your head. After he let go, you lifted your head, thinking you would find a smirking face and getting a teasing remark but, his face was completely blank except for his frown.
Unable to do anything but let his eyes stare back into yours, you began to grow uncomfortable. 'Do something!' You wanted to scream at him because of the silence. Of course, it's not going make a difference. He was just a brick wall who is unable to listen or even feel, it seemed. Brick walls aren't very fun to run into and can leave you severely damaged.
After silence that seemed to trail on forever, Hersha had finally spoken. "You've really snapped after that." He laughed and you were instantly sickened, trying not to show it on your face. Even though you were aware these people were unfeeling, it's still hurt like a bullet through you. Dread instantly overcame you, as if it already hadn't, and you wanted this terrible man out of the room. 'Get out!' Are the two words you wish you had the courage to do but you've never been able to bring yourself to say that.
Not after you did have the courage.
The one time you did, Virus suggested something to the two since they had no idea what to do. Of course, you didn't know what they were going to do but knew it wasn't good since they had such scary faces plastered on as they approached. Quickly going into a defensive mode, you covered your face and curled up into a ball as you lost it and screamed. Welter grabbed your arms and Hersha took your legs, the two picking you up. The only thing you could think of doing was squirm around, still letting out a bloodcurdling scream for help that would never come.
The duo walked you out of the room and went into another. They placed you onto the cold floor, Hersha still holding you down as Welter left. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to think of another way to get out of the situation. "I-I'm sorry...!" You wailed out, voice cracking and skin getting goosebumps. The man restraining you just laughed. "You really are scared, aren't you?" He grinned as Welter walked in, something glinting in his hands. Was it a knife? Are they going to kill me? So many thoughts raced through your mind and you closed your eyes. "No!" Your throat felt raw from all the screaming you are doing but you couldn't stop.
Hersha lifted both your arms above your head, something almost clicking and felt cold around your wrists. Handcuffs? You opened your eyes and looked up at your arms in confusion. From your distraction, the same thing happening to your ankles.
Welter and Hersha didn't say anything. They stood up, cold looks now plastered onto their faces. They both walked to the door, turned off the lights and left. You could've sworn that right before the lights went out, both of the boys gave you sickening smiles.
Quickly getting a grasp on the situation, you were left in an empty, dark room with cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Wait, am I gonna die? Are they gonna starve me? More thoughts flooded your mind. "No...no!" You screamed, now nothing could hear your cries except you. "I'm sorry!" Tears fell again, lip quivering and body shaking. "Forgive me! Please, I'm really sorry!" You screamed out and began to pull at the cuffs. "Please...!" You let out the last words for the night before giving in.
A week later, they came back in. The lights turned on and all four of then were there, smiles plastered onto their faces. Of course, you flinched from the brightness. Your eyes still stung and were red and puffy. Your skin around the cuffs was a fairly nasty wound that had formed as you tugged at them. Your throat was sore from screaming almost everyday of the week.
"I think he's learned his lesson. Didn't you?" Virus laughed and began to approach you. He squatted next to you and took off the handcuffs off.
"Did you struggle?" He grinned as the others piled around you. Hersha grabbed at your leg, looking at the wound. "He probably thought he could escape." The male giggled. "Maybe if he wasn't so dumb, these wouldn't be here." Trip frowned at you. Quickly flinching as Hersha touched your injury, you had almost kicked at him but that surely would land you back into hell. "Let's clean you up."
Finally returning from the horrible memory, Hersha was still there and ruffling his hair, letting out a sigh. He stood up and walked out of the room, you left alone again.
