***Trigger warnings for mentions of a pedophile, mentions of extreme violence leading to death, and mentions of attempted sexual assault, suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self harm, and slight(?) gore. The riot itself will not be explicitly written out. Message me if you need a summary if you don't feel comfortable reading. Do NOT force yourself to read this if you can't.***
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The pain in Josh's head was so intense that it numbed everything else. He could barely keep his eyes open as he felt himself being dragged away from a mess of orange and red. The sound around him was deafening, and he couldn't piece anything together. Everything was coming together in pieces.
Apart from the pain, the first thing he registered was that he was wet. He blinked dazedly. The hands hooked under his armpits were pulling him too quickly, making his head throb and his vision blur. Even with that slight impairment, he could see red liquid with slimy pieces of pink in it on his arms and pants. He blinked again. His pants were ripped, hardly staying up due to the broken waistband.
"Arms up," and unfamiliar voice said.
Josh instinctively went to do as he was told, but stopped with a whimper when unbearable pain shot down his shoulder and back. He heard the voice swear.
"Fuck, man. He got you good. I don't have nothing to cut this shirt off you, so I'm gonna rip it. We've gotta figure out how much of this blood is yours and how much is his and then get rid of it before the guards show up," the other man told him. "What's your name, kid?"
Josh's breathing became even more unstable as he felt his shirt be torn away by giant hands. He tried to protest or give his name or say anything at all, but he couldn't talk. Fear kept his lips together as he tried to focus.
There was more wetness when his shirt was gone, but he couldn't focus. He heard himself whimper again, and he could feel his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Steady, brother. I got you. He can't hurt you now. Just try to stay still," the stranger reassured him. "God, I think your shoulder's dislocated. It's already bruised as hell. Does this hurt?"
Fingers poked at his shoulder, and he nearly screamed as a sob ripped through his throat. Everything hurt. Every single part of him hurt, and he still couldn't see. He was completely at the mercy of this stranger, and he couldn't even see them properly. He could see dark skin, large hands that blurred when they moved, and blood. So much blood.
"Fuck. Okay. Look, man. My clothes ain't gonna fit you, but that's all we got right now until they come let us outta here. My sink got busted, so I gotta use toilet water to clean this off. I'm sorry, man. It's all I got," the voice continued. "Can you tell me your name? Or say anything?"
Josh tried to speak, but he just spluttered out a mess of unintelligible sounds. The stranger hummed.
"Okay, man. Take it easy. Don't hurt yourself more," he replied calmly.
There was a dripping sound, and then the wetness was back. This time, it wiped at his eyes. It became apparent to Josh when the wetness left that he'd had blood in his eyes, making it even more difficult for him to see. He could see the face in front of him now, even if it was blurry. The man towered over him, blood and chunks of pink clinging to his face and white shirt as he carefully wiped blood away from Josh's face with a white shirt drenched in toilet water.
"There we go. Nod if you can see me?" The man requested, his expression kind and careful.
Josh nodded shakily, wincing at the pain caused by the movement. The man nodded too, looking relieved.
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Lockjaw (Joshler)
Fanfiction"This is how it often goes, sold into captivity so long ago. This is how it often goes. God knows I would know." -Mothers (Lockjaw) As awful as it sounded, Josh's favourite letters were the ones that came from people who, for some reason, thought he...
