Mens Cruentatus (Joshler)

Duo

Tyler was too scared to open his eyes. He could feel his thin wrists being tightly restrained by something made of metal that must have been connected to the headboard behind him. At least he assumed it was a headboard, he felt as if though he was laying on a bed, maybe a mattress, but it was too hard to tell. His body was cold and he was pretty sure he was wearing nothing but boxers; goosebumps . But in general there were just too many things swimming in Tyler's head to make him feel safe to open his eyes.

Where was he? Where were all of his things? Where was Josh? What would Josh do to him? Would Josh touch him? Would Josh hurt him? Tyler's head felt like it could explode with all of the questions surfacing from the warm water he seemed to be swimming through at the moment. His skin scattered with goosebumps, most likely because of the low temperature that the room provided him with.

Tears seemed to well in Tyler's closed eyes as his mind drifted to all of the worst case scenarios in his situation. He couldn't seem to reel his mind back into reality as he imagined all of the terrible things that could happen to him.

He began to mentally pray to himself, pleading for anyone who was listening to just help. He had to get himself out of here, and he had to do it fast.

Tears began to stream down Tyler's face as he let out audible whines. He began to try and pull his arms away from the restraints, only making it worse as his skin rubbed against the metal. He winced slightly but the new found pain made him panic even more. His breathing began to come out in ragged patterns as his legs seemed to kick at the mattress, (or whatever he was laying on) and his arms tried to pull themselves away from whatever they were cuffed to. He struggled for a few moments with his eyes closed until he finally couldn't take the pain in his wrists as he had rubbed them too hard against the metal.

Tyler stopped struggling and instead resorted to slowly, and nervously fluttering his dampened eyelids open. His sight was immediately filled with darkness, but there were still a few things he could see. He was pretty sure that what he was on, was in fact a bed, and he could see a small table with two chairs in the corner. There was a door directly in front of the bed a few yards away and Tyler wandered if he'd ever see the other side again.

The mostly-desolate room was a relatively big space and made Tyler wander if this was the basement of wherever he was. It had, what appeared to be in the dark, concrete walls.

Tyler's breathing hadn't calmed down any, but the tears had at least stopped for the time being. But Tyler's nervousness seemed to overcome his as he started shouting. Shouting for help, from anyone that could possibly hear.

"Help me! Help! I-I need help." Tyler yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't know what he was expecting, I guess he had it in his mind that someone would magically walk through the door and actually save him. At this point, anything was worth a shot.

When he heard relatively loud footsteps he began to panic even more and quickly closed his mouth and tried to recoil on himself the best he could.

He then heard what sounded to be the sound of keys jiggling, before the door knob was slowly being turned and the door was opening. Light quickly filtered throughout the room as whoever was standing in the doorway, had turned on a light switch that was conveniently placed on the wall furthest to himself.

As Tyler's eyes adjusted to the now-bright-light, his palms began to grow sweaty and his eyes began to tear up more. He was soon meeting the gaze of a-hardly-familiar pair of hazel eyes. The boy chained to the bed looked at he red-headed man with pure fear as he just stood there silently watching him with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.

Tears now flowed freely down Tyler's cheeks again as the older man moved closer to the bed. Tyler tried to move away but obviously had no luck as his irritated wrists weren't allowing him any justice.