Cute Aggression // Tyler Joseph + Jenna Black

2. Momma

"Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias; sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh."

Jenna didn't know what to do.

She never did.

For a 16 year old, she stayed in the mindset of someone weak and vulnerable, and had no self defense.

Her gaze always locked with the brunette and never with the yellow haired. His eyes always had a menacing and threatening look in them, the type that reminded you not to fuck with him whatsoever.

She continued to stay tied up; only at her arms, curled up at a corner shivering and scared, where the two men dropped her there and told the girl to stay there.

"My momma and everyone back home'll find me. You just wait." Jenna trembled and spat with confidence and mostly fear in her voice at the two and the brunette turned his head, letting out a small chuckle.

"Ha, you're cute. But no one's coming to find you anytime soon."

Jenna stared at his hands, weirdly intrigued with the way he was sharpening a knife that simmered under the flashlight he was holding in his mouth, while the yellow haired was loading bullets by bullets in various revolvers.
"And how are you so sure of that, mister?"

"Because I just know. You talk so much. Josh, remind me to place that rag in her mouth before we leave."

She turned her head and eyes to the yellow head, in which his name has now been revealed: Josh. With a nose piercing, visible black gauges, and black clothing that both him and the brunette sported, Jenna agreed that it fitted him.

She didn't know the name of the brunette, and she didn't want to. She just wanted to leave but to do that she had to figure out why she was held hostage.

"Can I please ask why am I here?" The girl spoke up as she watched the two grab black bookbags, then the brunette places his revolver in his pants.

"You're so slow, I'm surprised you actually gave in when we pulled up." He grabbed a rag, the same rag Jenna identified what he was talking about to shut her up.

Muffled screams and cries escape her lips, now being left alone, shivering and softly sobbing in dim and dark lights.

She still didn't get the name of the brunette, and she still didn't want to.