PURITY

𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜

Joey's pov

The muffled sound of laughter and chatter is all I hear as I open my eyes. The room I'm in is dark besides the morning light coming in from a small window at the top of the wall in front of me. It smells like dirt and nasty feet. I gag and try to keep whatever food is in my stomach down. My head throbs painfully. I go to reach for it but my hands are tied down to a sturdy wooden chair. I didn't even realize I was tied to a chair.

I panic and start to struggle, pulling on the ropes that bind me. I feel the chair start to tip and I yelp as I hit the cement floor. The people talking upstairs take a brief silence, I assume trying to figure out where the noise came from. I feel like my head just fucking split and everything up there is just oozing onto the concrete. That would sure be a sight to walk into, a random short dude in someone's basement with his head juices all over the floor. I roll my eyes at my thoughts and pull on the ropes more. My wrists starting to hurt almost as much as my head.

I give up on struggling. It's no use when I'm tied this tight. Whoever did this sure knew what they were doing. It's definitely not their first rodeo.

My eyes shift to look at the room around me. Shelves line the brick walls, jars filled with stuff I can't even make out take up the whole top shelf, the two shelves below that one are filled from top to bottom with canned foods and stuff you'd put in a pantry. Do they not have one upstairs? Half of the shelf under the cans is empty while there's a dusty keyboard and other unused musical items on the other side. Boxes take up the floor space under all the shelves. They vary in sizes, some are pretty small, some others are large. I don't want to know what's in them.

The pain in my head is almost unbearable. I'm gonna need some serious painkillers after this. If I even make it out of here... I feel like I'm either going to pass out or throw up and I can't decide which one seems like it'll happen first. Either will work honestly. I'm in too much pain to care about anything anyways.

I hear a door creak open and bile immediately rises in my throat. Definitely the throw up. That's certainly happening first. I tilt my head and let it out as I hear footsteps coming down the long set of stairs. It burns and tears prick my eyes, my head bursting with pain now. I start to feel dizzy. This is probably it... I'm going to be dead in seconds. Either by whoever is coming down those stairs or my most likely split head. I'm pretty much screwed. My face is stained with tears, my makeup is definitely running, and I feel the puke on my cheek. The smell of it alone is certain to make someone pass out, let alone have it on your cheek and right next to your head. My racing thoughts slow down gradually as I see the man from the van walk towards me. My vision is blurring and everything is just mixing together. I feel my eyes shut and I'm out.

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Written by j0eYj0rdis0n
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