🌌 You Are My Galaxy 🌌

Chapter Four

() WARNING: This chapter contains some shady crap, maybe some gore? and a whole ton of torture and pain so like, if you wanna skip go ahead im not stoping anybody.
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[ manny ]
Screaming.

Screaming.
ScREA--
A sound of a gun going off rang throughout the apartment, silencing the horrifying screams.
Why didn't anyone go to help? Why wasn't anyone trying to help?
Well, look.

The neighbors around the house where gone, on a trip, the houses where abandoned, or no one cared enough to help.
A silenced figure trembled in his closet, clutching his device close to his chest.
Crying.

Silence.

Crying.

Sile- The stomping of footsteps thundered over to the closet, throwing the door open. A masked man in all black with a 45 Black Deagel in his left hand.
Manny was too dizzy and scared to render the guys height and what he looked like. And before he could understand that he couldn't do anything to help himself, he was yanked off the ground and thrown onto the ground.
Manny cried, smacking his head into something hard- his bed- and grabbed onto the man's arm. His head was kicked up, chin being pushed up to expose his neck. Manny whimpered, trying to call out.
Manny's arm was twisted with a disgusting pop. Ouch. Not talking? Noted.

[ ? ]
He gripped the kid's arm roughly, pulling him towards himself. He smacked the kids head with his gun, knocking him out.
"Good god, he was loud." The smokey voice growled, pulling out some rope and cloth.
Within a few moments, the person in front of him was tied up and knocked out.
He examined the guy, looking at his features, position, what he was wearing.
BUZZ.
BUZZ.
With a growl, he pulled his phone out and check the message.

BOSS: hurry up with the kid Marvin!

Marvin sighed, putting his phone back.
He got up, looking around. The blinds were closed and no one had come to help.

Perfect.
Another man came in, dressed in all black. Black boots, black beanie, black mask, black goggles, black gloves, black pants, shirt, even the man's socks where black!
Nevermind the guys "useless" appearance, let's get into the part that I can't explain! Woo!!

The two of them lifted the tied up person, who was very light and carried them to the wide-open front door. They continued on into a van, which was right at the door with its back doors open, and practically threw Manny in there.
Not my boy!!!

[ conan ]
Conan jumped up, throwing on his shoes and coat and ran out the door, phone in hand.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucK-"
He growled, jumping on his bike.
Conan started pedaling, and he was pedaling fast.
He had to get there. He had to help Manny.
He had to.

[[TIME SKIP- 30 minutes.
Manny: Awake.
Conan: Pulling up to Manny's house.
Mavin: In the car, in front of Manny.
???: Driving the car.]]

[ manny ]

He stirred, squinting. The man in front of him, who was tanned with messy brown hair- obviously smoking- seemed to be waiting for him.
"Hey, the kids awake." The man's voice was smokey- wait no he remembered this voice. It was the voice he heard when he hid in his closet.
Manny tried to cry for help, struggling to become loose.
Well heck.
He was being gagged with a piece of cloth that wrapped around his mouth tightly and kept him from talking. Not to mention but his hands were tied up roughly behind his back and his feet were also tied up in the same manner.

[ mavin ]
"Calm down there tiger, god." He huffed, tapping out his cigar for a moment. He went over to the kid, grabbing them roughly by the chin.
"Now, if you scream for help, no one will hear you. Help is useless." Mavin ripped off the cloth around Manny's mouth.
The first thing Manny did wasn't scream, it was to scrambled further back into the boxes behind him.
Mavin smiled. "Tell me your name." He demanded.

"mm-manny.." Manny's brittle voice answered, trembling.
Mavin nodded, taking his cigar. Manny's sleeves were rolled up during the time-skip. Mavin smirked, looking at Manny's arms.
Once Manny noticed this he squirmed and shrieked, resulting in Mavin putting the cigar down and forcing the cloth back over Manny's mouth to try and silence the painful cries.
((I, am not sorry.))
Mavin picked the cigar back up, finished with it. Instead of being a normal human being and putting it out normally, he decided to do what he wanted and put it out on Manny's arm. On the kid's bare skin.

[ manny ]
He kept trying to scream, far back in the heavy boxes.
His eyes were glued on the cigars lit end, breathing heavy and labored.
The closer Mavin got with the cigar, the farther Manny got from him.
Soon enough, Manny was cornered.
Mavin quickly put the cigars lit end on Manny's skin, it burning the flesh.
Manny shrieked, lashing and squirming the most he could while being tied up and burned. He sobbed, tears flooding down his face.
The cigar was dropped, Mavin going to laugh and sit down away from Manny.
Manny hyperventilated, staring at the cigar burn that left a red hot mark on his arm. He just stared, the pain overwhelming. He wanted to scream, cry, and hold himself.
But all he could do was cry.
Cry and wait.
Cry because the pain was immense.
Wait because he has nothing else to do.
He could give in, let them boss him around, let them do things to him. Maybe if he was submissive enough to their games, that had now just started, maybe he could survive.

Survive until the cops find him.

Survive for...
For...

Conan...

[ conan ]
Conan dropped his bike at Manny's door, panting.

It was open. Weird.
He walked in, calling out.
"Hello? Manny?"
His voice sort of echoed. He stepped into the house, looking around.

The place was a mess.
The couch was flipped, glass was shattered, things were knocked over. It leads into Manny's room. And the trail into Manny's room he followed.
He walked into Manny's room, where he saw another mess, the closet open and things everywhere again.
The thing that caught him off guard was the blood.

A small, little bit of blood that was on the white bed frame.
Conan nearly screamed, pulling out his phone and dialed the cops.
(Too lazy, heh..)

(1004 words omg)