Captive

Captured

"Timothy..." the voice said tauntingly. I wearily raised my head. My hands were tied together and suspended in the air by a rope. My mask was askew on my face, making it difficult to see. "Come on Timothy. Beg for death. You know you want to." The voice continued. I thought of Slenderman, Hoody, even Toby. I knew I couldn't die. Who would edit Slenderman's videos? Who would remember Hoody's birthday? Who would put up with Toby?

I wanted to dramatically spit out blood, but there was the whole matter of the mask on my face, so I just settled for gritting my teeth. "Never..." I growled. My voice was scratchier than normal and somewhat squeaky. It sounded like air escaping through a small hole in my vocal folds.

I felt the whip lash out at me once more, causing me to cry out and my mask to fall off. My legs gave out from under me, but I couldn't fall. My hands being the only thing keeping me up at this point. I slumped down panting. I could at least see now. I was wearing pants but my shirt was across the room, most likely removed to maximize pain. My torso was covered in little shallow cuts made by the whip. I looked up to see my captor for the first time. He was gleefully giggling. I should have known. "ZJ..." I growled.

"Hello, Timothy!" said Zalgo's proxy, "How are we doing today? Have you been a bad boy? Do you need to be punished?" He grinned a black toothed smile at me.

I finally got to do my whole spitting blood thing. "Sorry, Zalgo Jr. I'm just not in to the whole masochistic thing."

You could almost see the steam pouring from his head. He hated knowing that he was just a lesser copy of Zalgo. For that comment I got an especially hard whip. "You are such a naughty, naughty boy, Timmy. I think it's time we start the REAL punishment." He giggled again. It was a shrill sound that made my head hurt.

It was awful. He knew all the pressure points of the human body and used them to his advantage. He stuck me with tiny needles, he even sang horrible annoying kids songs while he was breaking my left knuckles with one of those crab crackers. That one nearly had me screaming. He beat me black and blue with an old splintering wooden bat. I barely made a peep and I slumped over. I tried to feign unconsciousness. That's when I noticed he had stopped. I listened closely to see if he was in the room. Then I heard his lips smacking. I lifted my head curiously. What I saw had to be the worst form of torture imaginable.

He was eating cheesecake.

Not 5 feet in front of me, ZJ had cheesecake in his hands and was slowly savoring each bite. It made my mouth water. He looked at me with his demonic eyes and just shrugged. "What? Demons have to eat too." Then he smirked. "You want some cheesecake, Timmy?" He held his fork with cheesecake on it just out of reach of my mouth. I strained against my ropes to get to it. I may have looked pathetic, but it was cheesecake. ZJ started laughing at my sorry state when something happened.

BOOM!

A great thud shook the room sending ZJ tumbling forward and the bite of cheesecake tumbling into my mouth. The rich creamy texture was so perfect that, for a moment, I didn't even realize the gaping hole in the right wall. That is, until I heard the gunshots.

BANGBANGBANG!

Three rapidly fired off. I looked to the right and I smiled. There was Toby bouncing up and down in the driver seat of a bulldozer. On the roof of the bulldozer holding a smoking gun and posing like a total badass was my best friend. Hoody. He clambered down and freed my hands from the rope. I almost collapsed but Hoody caught me, my arm over his shoulder. Toby grabbed my shirt and mask. "What's up guys?" I said, trying to play it cool.

Hoody laughed, "Dude, you sound like dying bagpipes."

Toby laughed with him. "Yeah, but the second I yelled cheesecake and Hoody was the only one to run into the kitchen, we knew something was up."

I chuckled. Then I noticed something was wrong. "Guys," I said, "Where's ZJ?"

Toby shrugged and Hoody said, "He must have gotten away. Come on, Tim, let's get you home."