I woke up with a pounding headache. I went to put my hand on my head, but found that my wrists were chained, and I was sitting in a chair. Fastly, I tried to move my feet, but they were also chained. Great.
"How was your little nap, sleeping beauty?" Brendon appeared suddenly.
I didn't answer. He started to walk toward me, and kneeled down to my level. I spat in his face, causing him to slap me.
"Feisty one, I see. Well, we're going to have to fix that won't we?" He wiped my spit off of his cheek.
He started walking toward a cupboard in the room, and opened it. What I saw was horrifying. Dallon was so right. Brendon grabbed a knife and a lighter, and stood in front of me. He set them down, and started punching me. He punched me on the side of my face, causing my head to jerk to the other side. I yelped. After awhile of him punching me, I lost feeling in my face, stomach, and basically everything.
He stopped after what seemed like forever, and I let my head fall forward as much as the restraints would let me. Blood trickled down my face, and onto the restraints and my shirt. I looked up to see Brendon lighting the lighter, and putting the knife over it, making it glow a bright orange-ish red around the edges.
He walked toward me, knife in hand. I started squirming when the knife got really close to my chest. He pressed the hot knife to my chest, and started slicing. I screamed. Unfortunately, there wasn't much blood, because the hot knife was actually cauterizing my wounds as he was cutting.
And all he did was laugh. Laugh at me for being in excruciating pain. Laugh at me for screaming at the top of my lungs.
I was really hoping that I would pass out from blood loss, but I didn't see that happening any time soon. I guess that was his plan. He went back over to the cupboard, grabbed a gun, and walked back over to me, aiming it at my leg.
"NO! PLEASE! STOP!" I screamed.
"Oh, baby girl. This isn't going to kill you, but it is going to make you want to die" He spat.
I heard the gunshot ring in my ears, but I didn't feel it. Did he actually shoot me?
After about 10 seconds, there was a metallic smell that made me feel sick to my stomach. And that's when everything hit me like a truck.
"AHH!" I screamed in agony.
Brendon just stood there with a big grin on his face.
"How does that feel, hmm?"
He picked up the knife and lighter again, and did the same process. He came over to me, and slashed my swollen face, causing me to yelp.
He kept doing that over and over for several hours, making sure I was suffering the whole time.
After he was done, he walked back to the cupboard to put everything away.
I was starting to feel very light headed, and everything was starting to get blurry. Brendon walked toward me, causing me to flinch, and released me from the restraints. I didn't move, nor did I try to.
"What? You can't fucking walk? God, you're such a princess" He complained.
He picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He walked to the basement door, and opened it. Dallon's cries were dramatically louder.
Brendon threw me down the stairs, causing me to tumble like a dead body until I reached the bottom. I heard shuffling coming closer to me, but I didn't open my eyes. Not that I wanted to, but I physically couldn't.
Dallon picked me up, causing me to automatically flinch, and cry out in pain.
"I-It's just me" He put me on his lap, and put his head on mine, a few tears falling on my cut skin, which stung a little.
"I-i l-love you" He cried.
A silent tear fell down my cheek.
"I-i l-love y-you too" My voice shaky, and small.
I fell asleep in an extreme amount of pain, but feeling safe in Dallon's arms.
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Kidnapped ~Brendon Urie Fanfic~
फैनफिक्शन"How was your little nap, sleeping beauty?" Brendon appeared suddenly. I didn't answer. He started to walk toward me, and kneeled down to my level. I spat in his face, causing him to slap me. "Feisty one, I see. Well, we're going to have to fix that...
