Russian Roulette |-/ Joshler

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"You know, before I saw you... My life had no purpose. I felt like nothing made any sense, like I was just some waste of space. But seeing you in that music store, I just- I finally found my purpose... You, Josh. You are my reason to keep living." Tyler said quietly, still brushing his thumb over Josh's cheek bone.

Josh cringed internally. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

In all honesty, he'd rather be dead than here.

Tyler lowered his hand slightly and gripped the corner of the tape, ripping it off quickly, causing Josh to cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, I promise." Tyler said.

He reached back up to place his hand on Josh's cheek, but the older boy pulled away from him.

"You are fucking crazy." He spat out dryly, throat burning from dehydration.

Tyler's calm expression changed completely.

Anger filling his once soft, brown eyes.

He retracted his hand before slapping Josh painfully across the face.

"It's words like that which I don't tolerate, Josh. I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to give your wasted life purpose." Tyler growled.

Josh kept himself still, staring down at the dusty concreted floor.

Tyler's expression quickly changed again.

Eyes becoming soft, body relaxed.

"I'm sorry for hitting you, baby, please look at me." He begged quietly.

Josh felt like throwing up.

"...What are you going to do to me?" He then whispered, fear thick in his voice.

"Whatever it takes, Josh. What ever it takes to make you love me." Tyler answered.

"Love you? You kidnapped me- why would I ever love someone like you?" Josh asked, his tone harsh, gaze still glue to the floor.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard a small click before something cold was pressed against his temple.

"Tell me, Josh, have you ever played Russian roulette?" Tyler asked curiously.

Josh shook his head ever so slightly.

"Well, there's a first for everything, right?" Tyler pressed the gun harder against Josh.

Josh nodded briefly, his heart hammering loudly against his chest.

Tyler pulled the gun away, allowing Josh to see it.

A revolver, of course.

Tyler spun the cylinder, the sound putting Josh on edge.

Josh gulped as Tyler held it against his temple. "Each time you push me away, we will play. So this is your decision."

"Wait-" Josh started.

Tyler lowered the gun slightly. "What?"

"What if you die. What happens to me?" Josh asked worriedly.

Tyler shrugged. "You'll probably die of starvation, so, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

He placed the gun back to his temple and pulled the trigger.

A click echoed around the empty room, Josh heart beating loud enough for Tyler to hear.

He spun the cylinder and pointed at Josh's forehead, before Josh could even react, Tyler pulled the trigger.

Another click echoed out.

Josh sighed deeply.

"Let's hope we don't have to do this again, for your sake as well as mine." Tyler said calmly, before leaning forward, pressing his lips to Josh's forehead.

Josh remained still as Tyler pulled back, searching for any kind of emotion in Josh's eyes.

"I'll go get you some water, sit tight." He said, patting Josh's thigh.

Sit tight. Hah.