Jordan's POV:
At the man's words, my mouth instantaneously closed behind the rag. Fear was constantly running through me. Who was this guy? More importantly, why is Ianite standing right freaking next to me?! My breathing started to quicken, soon making my asthma cause a fuss.
"Yes, now that my puppets have finally tracked your coordinates and brought you to me, we will have so much fun!" the man proclaimed, rubbing his gloved hands together forcefully. The disgusting taste of the rag spread through my mouth, almost causing my gag reflex to go haywire. Next to me, Ianite continued to attempt to scream, but to no avail. "Ooh, there's no use trying to escape or scream! I'll just have my assistants lock you up nice and tight! Your friends will soon experience your pain. One of your dear friends already is. Oh, poor him." My icy blue eyes widened in realization.
Attempting to use my tongue to push the rag out of my mouth didn't succeed, only ending up with the continuously disgusting taste everywhere in my mouth.
"Oh, have something to say, Jordan?" the man hissed, venom clearly found in his voice as he said my name aloud. Then, he ripped the rag straight out of my mouth, almost taking a tooth or two with it. My breathing was ragged and my chest rippled with every breath I took. But I knew I had to say it. I knew what he did. It was too clear.
"What did you do to Tom?" I ordered, adding a hint of venom to my voice. The man let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh, why do you assume it's your poor, defenseless friend Tom?"
"Because he's the only one who actually held a hand to me, and oh look! I'm stuck here. I know your tactics, even though I may not know your name or your purpose, but I know your ways."
"Getting philosophical, are we? I like that."
"Does it look like I care about myself? Just leave. Him, and all my friends, ALONE!" Pure hatred bubbled inside as I begged to swing a punch straight to his face, yet I was obviously tied up, so that was out of the question.
"Let's see, uh... No. I don't think that is going to happen anytime soon. So good for you! ALISTER!" A man with wavy black hair and dressed to his neck in pure gold armor popped in, along with blinding white eyes. He seemed... strangely familiar. "Bring the prisoners to their separate cells. And take those rags out of their mouths and give them back to Tom for scrubbing my RV. Untie them as well."
The man in the yellow armor walked into the room and took us both tightly by the shoulders, sending pain throughout my back, though I couldn't care less at this moment. Unwillingly, Ianite and I got dragged from the minuscule room we were previously in, into a much larger room that was split right now the middle, 2/4 of the room for 2 cell blocks, and the rest was just open space.
Attempting to fight back, but ended up flailing around like an idiot instead, I hastily got shoved into the cold, dark cellar with nothing but an not so flattering toilet in the corner and and rock hard bed thrown up against the side of the wall. Shaking as I stood up, I sprinted towards the bars and grabbed one of them, sending a death glare to the man in the armor.
"You'll pay for this, I know you will!" I exclaimed, rattling the bars up and down the cell wall. All the armored man did was snicker. He had already thrown Ianite in the cell next to me, and the walls were too far apart to communicate through, so we were both alone, without really being alone. As the man let without another word, true horror instantly filled my thoughts.
Was this it? Was I just stuck in this stupid jail cell forever? No, that can't be the end. It just can't be. I won't let it be that way. No matter what struggles I face, I will get out of here. No matter the scars and wounds I have to create, I will leave.
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Captured (A Mianite Fanfic)
FanfictionI don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. I don't remember anything. The only thing I remember is my voice. Who am I? What's going on? This story will go really fast, seeing as it's for a Mianite fanfic contest. And yes, I drew the cover. It...
