Fear

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Trigger Warning: this story is dark so please read with caution. There will be torture and rape so if ur not comfortable with that please don't read. Ty, Dylan.

Mitch woke up with a pounding headache and no memory of the night before. He went to hold his pulsing head but his wrists were restrained by some kind of binding. Mitch snapped his eyes open and looked at his surroundings.

     The first thing he saw were some old wooden stairs that led up to a door a few feet away from him. He must be in a basement of some kind, he thought. He looked to his right and was met with a concrete wall. He pulled on his restraints but they were stuck behind an old pipe and wouldn't budge.

     He looked to his left and almost jumped at what he saw. His best friend was hanging in the air by his wrists above his head in only his underwear. He was hanging limp with his head down and blood dripping from his nose.

     He had large red marks across his chest and he was dirty as if he had rolled in dirt. Mitch again pulled at his restraints more urgent then ever but to no avail.

     "Scott!" He whisper-shouted as tears started to well in his eyes, "Scott!" He said a bit louder and Scott's figure started to move slightly.

     Scott groaned in pain as his body ached from the beating and the whip slashes he had on his back. Scott slowly pulled his head up to look over at Mitch. "I'm okay... I'm okay..." he whispered and Mitch got as close to him as he could with his restraints.

     "What happened? Where are we? Are you okay? What happened to you?" Mitch asked so many questions and Scott's exhausted brain could barely process what he was saying.

     "S-some father of one of... our fans blames us for her death... she came out and got bullied so s-she killed herself... S-she only came out because I told her that... she should... now he blames us..." Scott tried to explain what he had picked up on from the man who had previously been beating him.

     "What did he do to you?" He asked cautiously and Scott cringed. He really didn't want to relive that especially when he knew that there was more to come.

     He flinched when he heard footsteps coming from above them. "Shh, pretend your asleep please. I need to make sure you're safe." Scott whispered and Mitch closed his eyes before returning to his position on the ground.

     Scott went back to his limp state hoping the man would leave for more time but he knew that wasn't going to happen. "Wakey wakey blondie!" The man said loudly as he walked down the creaky old stairs.

     Scott didn't move but immediately regretted it when the man grabbed his chin forcefully and pulled it upwards, "Don't ignore me boy!" He said through gritted teeth.

     "S-sorry..." he whispered in fear and the man dropped his head walking around Scott's dangling body.

     "You know I've always had a thing for blondes." The man said as he picked up a crowbar from behind him. "My ex wife was blonde. She cheated on me." The man picked up the bar and swung it forcefully to Scott's back that was already covered with open wound slashes from the whip a few hours before.

     Scott groaned and tried to breath. His vision was lined with stars he was in so much pain. "Then the man who's responsible for the death of my precious little girl is also blonde." He struck Scott's back again directly on a slash. Scott screamed in pain and started to sob.

     "I'm sorry..." Scott sobbed and the man smiled standing directly in front of his face.

     "Oh you will be." He whispered taking the end of the crowbar and digging it into an open wound on Scott's back. Scott screamed and tried to flinch away but couldn't.

     "Stop! Please stop!" A small voice from the corner yelled. The man stopped his movement in the wound but left the bar there as he turned his head slightly.

     "Oh look who's awake." He smiled and dropped the crowbar causing it to drag against Scott's back. Scott groaned in pain and bit his lip.

     "No," he whispered breathlessly, "leave him alone!" The man walked over to Mitch as he cowered away into the corner in fear.

     "Oh but I have so many fun plans for him... unless of course you want them?" He looked up at Scott with his eyebrows raised.

     Scott nodded weakly, "yes, yes I want them. Give them to me." The man smiled over at Mitch who stared at the man terrified.

     "I heard a yes, did you hear a yes?" He asked Mitch but he was too terrified to reply. The man frowned before he smacked Mitch harshly.

     "No! Stop!" Scott yelled weakly and the man grabbed Mitch's chin as tears fell down his cheeks.

     "I asked you a question. Did you hear a yes?" He asked again harshly and Mitch nodded in fear.

     "Y-yes I heard a yes." He whispered and the man smiled before letting him go roughly.

"My name is John by the way. It's very nice to meet you Mitch." He held out his hand before chuckling and dropping it.

He walked back over to Scott and grabbed his cheek. His face was only centimeters away from Scott's. Scott could feel the breath on his lips and he started to shake.