Clover thief

Useless

•jacks POV •

It has been a week since I got taken away. We moved location 3 times so no one would find us, I guess if anyone had a lead on finding us, we would be gone before they knew it. To be honest, I don't even know if people are looking for me. I wonder if mark is, he must be worried sick or worse he got attacked to, but Jesus Christ do I miss him. The whole reason why I agreed to can back to Cincinnati is to tell mark how I feel, great way that turned out. Well , I knew that I would be rejected anyway, he has always seemed straight or at least, one who will keep it to himself. Either way I was going to confess even if I have a big chance of failing.

Before I could carry on with my thought, the weird man came Into my view with a weird object in his hand. I was still cuffed onto the metal bed ( which was covered in my blood from previous torture ) and I could only see the object when he put his hand down, he did intentionally so I could see what was going to happen to me next.

" good afternoon jackaboy, I am sure you had a pleasant sle-"
" fuck off" I quickly reacted before he could say any stupid remarks at me
" I should really gag you up, but I like to hear you talk, it's mesmerising" he shortly followed. When ever he was saying anything, he would always walk around me. I was scared of course, but I didn't want to say it.
" what is that in your hand you weirdo"
I responded after 8 seconds of silence, he didn't respond for awhile, like he didn't even know what the gadget did at all. "It's a razor" he finally spoke in a quiet voice " not the one you might know" I chuckled at the stupidity of the sentence. " what are u going to do, give me a beard trim, there's nothing to shave, bro " I said with confidence, still trying to hide my fear
" oh you are a talker aren't you, we can fix that later, but for now, This razor, can cut through skin, flesh and bones and I will use this to attract your friends." I froze in Fear, not only did that razor sound scare of all hell, but by the meaning of friends, did he mean mark?
" what friends are you talking about" I said as my confidence slipped away.
" well .... bob, wade, minx, ken, Felix and hmm..... oh ya, and mark" he said with glee . Each name shocked me Ina different way, especially the last one.
" WHAT DO YA WANT WITH ME FRIENDS, YA CAN HURT ME ALL YA WANT BUT YA WILL NOT.HURT.MY.FRIENDS " I said panicking at the pure horror of my friends involvement. I really expected to get punished for speaking out of bounds but he just stood they, kinda scared at my tone of voice. My accent always grew when I was under stress,it has always happened, apparently it can get very intimidating, i was proud that I got to scared te guy that was supposed to be scaring me, like getting an achievement on a video-game,but now was not the time to joke.

" I want you friends to come witness you dying " he said In a slow and twisted way, It got me off guard, badly , "as you might know, you don't know my true identity yet, all you can see is a weird man with a top on. If you saw who I was then you would know straight away, I can't let you scream out my name if people are near by, I faked my identity on the letter I left for your friends to and they are going after the wrong guy, how fun . I want you to slowly suffer Sean and your friends to"
He said , slower and slower and slower. I was shaking in fear and I could not move at all. I knew that my friends would stop at nothing my save me but I want to protect them to and if they got hurt, I could never forgive myself. He proceeded to move around me. As tears started to give in my eyes, I wanted to scream in sadness but what can you do when you are strapped to a chair... you feel

USELESS

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Hello guys, sorry this took awhile, I know that the story is bad but I love making these so never the less I will carry on <*