Whumptober 2020 | Sanders Sides

No. 5 WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING

Full Prompt:
No. 5 WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING
On The Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

Prompt(s) chosen: Failed Escape

TW: Torture, water boarding, sexual innuendos (thanks Remus), knives, being hurt with said knives, sex-talk-ish idk just bad Remus, Unsymp!Remus

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Finally. He had not been waiting for this day after months. Finding a pattern wasn't hard, so finding a way to escape also was hard. Now, you might not care what happened, so I'll explain for you. 

It had been four months ago today when I woke up in a room. It wasn't my room, but had the same structure, minus a few things. I had my bed with its black and yellow comforter and sheets. My two headed snake plush still lay neatly beside me like always. My dresser and desk was the same, but the walls and floor were different. 

My normal room is heavily insulated. Since I am part snake it's harder for me to keep warm than other people so we make due with other methods of keeping me warm. Though, this room was different. The walls seemed to be made of a cold black stone like material. They were like netherite from Minecraft. The floor was the same material, except there were big fluffy yellow rugs under my desk, dresser, bed, and where ever else I might normally be. 

This was odd. I sat up on my bed  and slid off my bed. I snapped to try and fix the walls and floor, but it didn't work. This was only getting weirder. I'm obviously not in my room considering the fact that I should be able to manipulate my room with a snap of my fingers. Well, if I'm not in my room, then where am I?

I walked over to where my door should be, but there wasn't a door there. "What the hell..." I breathed out. I tried to sink out as a final option, but I wasn't able to do that either. By now I had figured that this was some sort of thing done by one of the Creativetwins. Roman doesn't like me.... but Remus doesn't like me either. Well, at least not after I left him for the light sides.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Well, I didn't have to wait long. I heard a knock from the wall where my door normally was and the wall shifted around to reveal the later of the Creativetwins standing in front of me. His mace was hanging over his shoulder and an evil grin was on his face. Something told me this wasn't going to end well for me. 

"Remus, why am I here?" I asked, trying to approach him. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Double Dee." Remus adjusted his hands on his mace in what could be seen as a threatening way. 

"Remus, let me out of here." I said, trying to walk past my former friend. Well, until I got roughly pushed back so I fell heavily on the floor. Well, my other four arms came out and helped catch me so even though I fell hard I didn't injure myself. I stood back up and dusted myself off before going back to only two arms. 

Remus walked over and gently tilted my chin up so we made eye contact. "How about.... no." He walked around me, while I stood there easily remaining calm in the situation. Remus had done things like this before. It generally was just an impulsive decision that lasted about 30 minutes. 

I believed that for day one. Then day two. Then, day three was when I knew things weren't going back to normal. Day four was when I was officially doomed and began planning. 

These past four months have been torture, literally and figuratively. Remus went crazy. I've been through a variety of forms of torture. Water boarding, knives, starvation, lack of oxygen, cold temperatures. It sucked. 

As of today the amount of scars in my arms were immeasurable.  I didn't have the proper ways to take care of them either since Remus took all of that. I'm pretty sure these are permanent scars. Also, I now have a fear of water. Its so stupid, trust me, I know. Though, when you have the feeling of drowning brought upon you every week you would be scared too.