He awoke with one of the worst headaches he'd ever had, his vision spun and he groaned as he tried to sit up.
He found that he was lying on a blood stained bed that had once been blue. He didn't remember much of what happened or why he was here, nor did he know where he was. He was more confused than scared-
Wait.
There were footsteps walking closer to the closed door. They didn't sound even, more like casual shuffling.
He kept his guard up, uselessly trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of his head.
The door swung open and in came some guy in a T-shirt, jeans and a hat. Though, the stains on his clothes were suspicious.
"Well I'll be damned." He smiles and walks closer, looking a bit fascinated. Jack scooted backwards away from the other man, not trusting him at all. Who was this guy anyway? Where was he? What happened?
"Who are you?" Jack's voice cracks, he sounded hoarse.
The other man raises an eyebrow and chuckles a bit. "Well you aren't dead."
"What are you talking about?" Jack tries to stand up from the bed slowly, he felt sore all around.
"I did you a favor, apparently you don't remember shit, but you promised to do something for me in return." He turns and shuts the door.
"U- Uh..." Jack stutters, unsure of what to do. "What are you wanting me t- to do?"
"Sir."
"What?"
"Call me sir." He grins.
Jack just blinks and nods, knowing that as long as he can keep the stranger happy, he had a better chance at survival.
"Now, come over here." The man sits on the bed and takes his hat off, setting it down next to him.
Jack stared at him, afraid of what was about to ensue. He realized that he had backed into the wall while they were talking.
He forced himself forward, making sure not to fall over from his dizziness. If he were to be attacked, he doubted that he would be able to fight back.
He sat down on the bed next to him. The stranger looks over at him, that grin never leaving his face, and leans closer.
"I want you to lay back down," He says quietly.
What. The. Hell.
Jack looks at the bed, then back at 'HABIT.' He figured he had three options.
Try to escape and get killed, try to fight and get killed, or listen to him and most likely be tortured and then killed.
"Who are you?" He asks again.
"Sir." The man snaps.
"U- Uh... who are you, sir?"
"That's better." His tone lightens. "Name's HABIT, and HABIT says: Lie. Down."
Jack stutters, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of his current situation-
"I said lie down!" HABIT growls and shoves Jack to the bed.
HABIT mumbles something under his breath as he starts to climb up the bed and positions himself above Jack, with one arm on each side of his body so he couldn't roll away.
This was sending up all kinds of red flags, yet he was too weak to do anything about it.
"Stay still," HABIT's tone suddenly takes an even a darker turn as he starts to feel up Jack's body.
"S-Sir..." He squirms, desperately wanting to get away.
"I said stay still." He snaps.
His hand slips under Jack's shirt, running his fingertips up his stomach and along his chest.
Jack suddenly hears a ripping sound and looks down, seeing a blade getting closer and closer to his neck as it rips away his shirt. He starts to hyperventilate.
No no no NO NO NO SHI-
"Shhhh...."
