Adopted by Tyler Joseph

37: Dads

WARNING: DETAILS OF TORTURE

Mars POV

I sat on the cold ground in disbelief.
I vividly remember my birth father having a tattoo, as a kid I would always trace it with my finger.

"B-but I thought you died! In the house fire!"

He laughed in an unsettling way.

"Ah, well, I didn't die. I ran. It's a shame that you didn't die either. But at least now I get to have some fun with it."
He smiled from ear to ear, his wrinkles and stubble becoming more visible now.

"But why do you want to kill me? I did nothing to you! I-I don't understand!"
He came closer but I was backed into a wall. My heart was beating faster and I began to sweat.

"You're walking evidence. YOU may remember something from the fire that puts your brother and I in jail. We've succeeded in closing the case and running from the cops, but we need to make sure it stays that way."

"B-but that doesn't make sense, they already closed it! And I don't remember anything about you from the fire, so this is useless!"
He backed up and smiled.

"Maybe you're right. I guess I'm just doing this for fun."
I then heard a familiar noise coming from another room. It was my ringtone.

"Ugh! That stupid noise again! I thought I told you to destroy that goddamn phone!" My birthfather yelled.

"I forgot, I'll go do that now." My brother said. He walked upstairs and shut the door. I then heard smashing noises.

Great. I'm locked in this basement, just waiting to be tortured.

I wish Tyler was here.

-

Four hours later
Tyler's POV

My phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mr. Joseph, this is officer Ned and I have some news for you."
I shifted in my seat.

"Go on."

"We tracked your daughters phone after giving it a call. We tracked the location and the police are on their way. It's about a thirty minute drive if you would like us to send the address."

"Yes, please do."

"Alright, just don't do anything until the police arrives."

"I won't."
The officer told me the address and I grabbed my keys. I yelled at Jenna and Josh then we headed out the door to arrive at the location.
Jenna held my hand on the way there.

"Everything is going to be okay."
She said. I only noded in response.

It's hard to not worry when your whole world has been taken away from you.

-

Mars POV

The men left the room and I took that as my chance. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape the chains, but to no avail. I sat there, sweaty and weak until my father came back.
This time, he brought a bag of sorts that made clanking noises. He got very close to me, I tried to hunker down in the corner but there was nowhere else to go. He sat down in front of me and unraveled the bag.

Multiple tools were revealed as he laid them out one by one. A shiver was sent down my spine.

I knew what was coming.

"P-please don't hurt me, I-I'll do anything! Please!"
I began to sob loudly, never more terrified in my life.

"Ah, I love it when they beg. Isn't it such a pity that it doesn't effect me? Oh well." He says.
He grabbed a dirty cloth and stuffed it in my mouth. I gagged, but that was the least of my worries. He grabbed a pair of pliers and grabbed my left hand.

He pointed at each finger, singing a song.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a failure by its toe, if she hollers let her go, eeny, meeny, miney,"

The pliers latched onto my pointer finger.

"Moe."

He squeezed the clamp and bent my finger backwards. I heard the cracking of bone and felt a pain like no others. My scream was muffled and my throat began to hurt from how loudly I was yelling. I looked down at my disfigured finger then looked away. The tears wouldn't stop, I got sweaty and felt sick from the excruciating pain.
He only laughed.

"What's the matter? Did that hurt a little bit?"
I continued to scream and beg through the gag, but there was no use.
He grabbed a tuft of my hair and slammed my head into the wall.

"Shut up and stop crying bitch! God you're just like your mother. Such a fucking baby."
My head started throbbing and everything was dizzy for a moment. Then he got up and walked towards the door.

"I'll be right back sweetie."
He blows a kiss.

Disgusting.

Once he left I looked at my finger and whimpered. The bone was sticking out of my hand and there was blood. I tried so hard to not vomit from the sight of my disfigured finger.
He soon came back, but this time, he had something else in his hand.

He yanked my arm and rolled up my sleeves, revealing my scars.

"Oh, you did this to yourself? Then you must have a high pain tolerance. Guess I'll have to try a little bit harder then, just for you."
He raised up this pole-like object, only to show that there was a red hot branding iron at the end of it. It was in the shape of an "X".
I wiggled and squirmed, but to no avail. He slowly placed the hot iron on my arm, slowly burning through my flesh. I screamed so hard I lost my voice. The smell of my own burning skin filled the air. It seemed to last forever, until I heard a noise coming from upstairs.

Someone was banging on the doors.

He finally lifted the branding iron and i pulled my arm towards me, shaking in pain. I used my tears to cool off the burn. Didn't help much, but it was something.
He began to walk towards the doors until it was broken down.

"THIS IS THE POLICE, SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!!"