SIDE B| JOSHLER

APTITRETARE

teaser/appetizer

dark.
dark?
dark.
musky...
flickering.
light.
hallway.
stop.
ok.
sound.

The potato sack (now assuming it was, based on that he couldn't see anything, so he relied on his feeling) made it easier for his tired, red eyes, puffy from crying. There was light shining through, showing him hints of where his position was, and he did not like it. The strong, manly hands who probably had been in this business for a long time, because of the ways they held back the younger and very much flower-fragile boy's in all the places where it became difficult to break loose from the steelhard fawk-like grip, pulled him back with force so the captive barely made it to standing position when the footsteps came to a halt. It was a cheap ceiling fan barely hanging on its life who made it conceivable to appreciate the silhouettes moving around him. It was grimly dark, and it reeked of sweat, stuffy breathing and airless warnings to abort every mission someone might have to get in to this point.
He was having issues with retreating new oxygen for his living.

Abruptly two different new sounds of footsteps became visible in his hearing raid, and the boy with still bony hands behind his back quit the whimpering. He did everything in the, oh so, tiny bit power he had left to try and zone out the alarming ringing in his ears after the consequences of his miserably embarrassing attempt at escaping. Important things were about to be told.

"He's yours now, the kid got some balls to escape even with no eyesight. He's probably gonna' 'scape again. Maybe you two scrawny little boys wasn't right for the job." the dark, manly voice let out a huff of amusement before the grip of his forearms loosened and steps that were heard were soon gone.

A third pair of shoes became introduced to the room and became closer to the boy's face, until he could feel a cruel grin close to his ear.

"Oh, look what we have here. What's your name, boy?"
"His name is-" a voice (probably new to the place) suddenly jumped in to please the scary creature, possibly to get some form of confirmation.
"Did i ask you or the boy, darling?" the more feminine voice were obviously annoyed quickly, and that did the employee quickly understand.
"No."
"That's right, dog. I don't have any treats unfortunately." the female continued.
"So, pretty boy... " she trailed off as the ripped the sack from the boy's head, light radiating to his eyes, and he became dizzy quickly.
Blurry faces was all there was after such a long time in darkness.
"What is your name?"
"J-josh."