Chapter 3 ~ Video'd
I awoke in a room that was completely white, dried blood was on the floor and walls, a giant wall of wicked and bloodied torture tools. I was chained to a wall and a door sat across from me, probably locked. My body ached, I had put up a fight, and they got me pretty good.
My head went limp from tiredness but shot up as soon as I saw a man in a black suit open the door, followed by a man in the exact opposite. The one in the black suit walked up to me and stared into my eyes.
This man was pale white, his hair was a dirty blonde and slicked back. He had brown eyes that looked evil, his pupils like black holes that might suck my soul in them in any minute. He had a sinful smile that he flashed at me, an evil glimmer in his eyes.
The man in white was a black man and he looked very uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, his hand on the holster of a pistol. Ready to shoot if I tried anything, not like I could, I was chained to a wall. He was bald and had on sunglasses, but his features were sharp and would be handsome, but most of his small face was covered.
"Well hello there, Andrew. It's nice to see you awake." The man in black said, his voice deep but not as deep as mine.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, trying to edge away from him but I couldn't.
"Oh, you're another one to play in my game!" he said pulling away from me and examining his perfect nails.
"Game?" I question.
"You are my hostage, you see? And now I can do how I like with you. Ten days is all you have to survive my game, you can't do anything about it, but your friends have to find you before your ten days are up! If not, then you're..." He put a hand across his neck to show I'd die.
"So what? I just sit here?" I ask.
"Oh no! It's not that easy!" He chuckled lightly as if it was funny. "I will torture you, each day worse than the last. You're a goner Andrew Biersack, you're going to die, it's unlikely they'll find you in this secluded place, and there will be not much to recuse after I'm done with you."
"What?" I ask but he kicked my stomach, making me cough up some blood and I gag. "What the hell!?"
"You have ten seconds to make your last video to your friends." He said, pulling out my phone and recording me as he began to kick me, punch me, and scratch me, leaving nasty gashes and soon-to-be bruises.
"Guys! I'm kidnapped!" I shouted but then got pelted with swift kicks in my stomach and chest. "I need you to find me within-" I was cut off by a stomp on my leg, I was sure he fractured it, I cried out in pain. "Ten days guys, or I'm dead!"
"Five seconds, Biersack."
I cough up blood and look into the camera. "I love you my brothers." Stopped by more kicks and slaps. "Juliet I-"
"Done." He said clicking off the camera and shoving the phone to the man in white. "To Andrew's house."
The man nodded and waited to escort the man in black out.
"I love you." I cry and look down, finishing the sentence meant for Juliet.
"Oh how pathetic." The man says, kicking me once more and leaving the room.
I heard the locks click in place, at least five heavy duty locks, and a small window to watch me.
I lay limply in my bindings and cried softly. I never cried, but the thought of Juliet and the guys seeing that video shattered my heart, and negative thoughts were in my mind as I thought of the possibility of my tortured demise.
Would I see my brothers again?
Would I ever see my Dragonfly?
My hopes dwindled as I cried myself to sleep.
Chapter credit to sweet_september
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