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Monday 20th November ~ 10:23am

Jack's POV:

Anti wore his signature grin, eyes fixed on me leaving the cell. He skipped out of the room, knowing full well I had no choice but to follow. Any kind of escape attempt would make him possess me like he'd done before.

And I was not about to go through that agony again.

"Slow as always, Jackaboy~?" Anti chirped, stopping to watch me trudge down the hallway to where he was stood. Every part of me was stiff, the energy sapped from my muscles.

The exhaustion was overwhelming.

"Show some enthusiasm!" Anti giggled, unlocking the door in front of him. I couldn't care less for his words.

"Today is special, after all!"

The door swung open, revealing a room I hadn't been in before. It shared the plain emptiness of the lab I was escorted to daily, except this one had a tripod with a camera sat atop it.

The camera was pointed at two back to back chairs in the centre of the room. When I saw who was sat in one my heart leapt.

"Mark!"

"Jack?!"

Before I could move Anti's voice stopped me.

"Go to ol' Markimoo over there and I'll slit his pretty little throat." The demon beamed.

Mark was fully aware, head turning in panicked motions despite the blindfold over his eyes. He was noticeably thinner - apparently his body couldn't sustain itself properly with a diet of cereal either.

I longed to break the ropes around his wrists and ankles and to leave the place in the dust, yet Anti was not about to let that slide.

"Now, be a dear and take a seat?"

I hesitated, but Anti's eyes boring into me propelled my legs forward. There were no other options. I was at his mercy.

So I sat down, hearing Mark's breath hitch behind me as the chair creaked. He was on edge, and I could relate.

There was no telling what was about to happen to us.

"Good boy~!" Anti mocked, walking around to me with ropes in hand. He wasted no time in beginning to secure me to the chair.

Every time he would accidentally touch me I couldn't help but flinch.

"Jack? Jack are you okay?" Mark asked, voice quivering.

"Y-Yeah." I murmured, losing confidence at the snickering Anti in front of me. I had spoken to Mark the day before then through the vent, yet at that moment it felt like we'd been reunited for the first time since being separated.

But I also knew it wouldn't last.

"Y-Yeah, Marki-Mark~" Anti taunted, prancing our of my line of vision to the other side of the room. "I'm fine now that you're here to protect me, since I can't do shit for myself~!"

A cloth was pulled over my eyes, darkness consuming my vision as Anti tied it behind my head. My breathing quickened.

"H-Hey, fuck you man!" Mark defended. Anti let out a high pitched chuckle.

"What? It's not my fault Jack's a pussy! Don't you ever get tired of having to look after him? Of having to - save him?"

I shut my eyes under the blindfold, hearing scuffling that didn't make sense. Anti's words were starting to reach me.