(I'm sorry if this chapter is dragging on the story and making it boring. I promise it's another important chapter!)
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[Name's POV]
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The room I walked into was bare. It wasn't my basement.
"Wha-"
"Y-you ruined y-your o-other room s-so y-you'll be st-staying here until w-we clean th-the room of gl-glass."
It was only a small bit of glass. Seriously?!? He then lead me to a chair in the middle of the room.
Vietnam flashbacks intensifies.
NOPE!
I managed to wriggle out of his grip and escape. Haha! Fuck you! Then I bumped into a wall? When I looked, it definitely wasn't a wall. It was the mask guy.
Well shit.
"Y'know, I'm just gonna go back and get tortured..." I turn around and walk back into the room, passing Toby who was following after me.
I sat down on the chair. I decided to make up a little song while I was waiting to be tortured.
"I sacrifice my innocence...
For I know fully well that I will not escape...
I sacrifice my sanity...
So I will not meet the same fate-"
A couple of people came in. To be honest, I think death just walked in through the door. It reaked.
Toby tied me to the chair.
"Y'know, I never really got all of your names! Except you Toby and Eyeless Jack."
The other two people who walked in with Toby and Eyeless Jack just stared at me.
"I'm waiting." I tapped my foot.
"[N-name], if you k-keep doing th-this, w-we might h-have to k-kill you." Toby stated.
Whatever. I'm not afraid anymore.
"Alrighty then, I'll call you frowny" I looked at the hooded man with the red frown.
"And you will be Bob." I continued, looking at the mask guy.
Why I said Bob? I have no clue. I'm not good when it comes to creative name's.
They all just ignored me anyway.
"First question." Bob said.
"What do you live for...?" Frowny asked.
Ah, we playing the question game, are we? Alright, I'll tag along.
"I have literally nothing to live for, other than survival. But, humans are a social species so living for something or someone is beneficial to our survival. So I guess my answer is I live for my brother who didn't get to live life to the fullest." I answered honestly.
"S-second qu-qu-question." Toby started.
"D-do you seek r-revenge?" He continued.
Honestly, I only want to kill Alexa. That is all I want to do revenge wise. So, I told them my honest opinion.
"If I'm being honest with you, I only want to kill one person. That person would have to be my best friend, Alexa. If it wasn't for her, I'd be eating pizza rolls and playing with my brother!"
I saw Eyeless Jack had a clipboard and was writing stuff down. The scratching of the paper annoyed me.
Holy shit, are they really doing a survey on me?
"Have you snapped yet?" Frowny asked.
"Uhhh. Define 'snapped'." I asked with a cheeky smile.
"What he's saying is, 'Have you lost your sanity'." Jack said.
"Oooohhh... Define the point between sanity and insanity." I asked.
"Th-" He started.
"The point between sanity and insanity is where you're mentally unstable and have a different perception on reality. Right now, I am being surveyed by people who I thought were fictional characters until I met them. Pretty crazy right?-" I cut him off.
They were all looking bored or uninterested in what i was saying.
"Anyway, I have an extremely different perception on reality now. You can class me as passed the point of sanity because I'm here talking to fucking murderers and a demon from space or some shit. I'm not even scared! I'm just sick and tired of this shit already! Also yes, I am getting a load of adrenaline because it's my body's last 'hazzuh' before I get tortured to death." I continued and explained.
Jack wrote some stuff down.
"Sh-sh-she's start-t-ting to s-sound a bit l-like J-j-jeff."
"For once Toby, I agree with you." Bob said.
"Okay, last question. Do you suffer from any mental illnesses?" Bob asked.
"Before my whole family got murdered? No. But now, I'm pretty sure I have a tonne. Like PTSD, anxiety, etc. Also, why are you asking about mental illnesses???" I answered and asked.
"W-we ask th-the quest-stions here, not you."
"Okay, okay. I'm ready to be tortured now."
Frowny raised his gun then pointed the gun at my foot and I heard the click and the bang.
Pain and shock overwhelmed me. I couldn't hold it in.
And at last.
I screamed.
I really screamed.
For the first time in a very, very long time.
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