Pain. That was all the male who was formerly known as Josh knew these past few months. His hands were bound behind his back with wire that were cutting into his flesh harshly anytime his body shifted. His body was unclothed aside from his boxers, various markings coated his body from head to toe, bones broken, flesh ripped open and dignity gone. The blindfold on his eyes was jarring, his body shaking from fear and mistreatment.
The things that made Josh were gone. His tattoo’s were gone, the flesh had been burnt and damaged badly. His piercings had been taken away, the holes probably closed and new scars replaced them. His hair was matted against his face, it’s natural brown colour and curly. He was no longer Josh in his mind, that person was gone and broken, just a shell apart from what he repeated to himself every time he was left alone, scared to forget who he once was.
“My name is Josh Dun, I’m twenty-eight years old from Ohio, and I play drums in Twenty One Pilots” The broken male whispered, the quiet sounds echoing through whatever cruel hell he had been placed in. He had never seen the face of the person who had taken him, nor had he seen where he was, he had been blindfolded since day one and that alone was a terrifying concept. Every single sound made the male flinch, causing his body to protest and ache.
Every second was torture.
Blurry was satisfied with his capture, the unspeakable torture he had put the male downstairs through brought him nothing but immense pleasure. He was enjoying the emotional and physical pain he was putting Josh through, it was fascinating to see someone with such a tremendous amount of spirit. He wanted to watch it break.
A smirk gracing his features as he picked up the tool to help him with his next plan of action. Taking his choice of weapon, he began to make his way down to the basement that was nothing but cold, exposed brick. The footsteps echoed loudly throughout the room, his head tilting as his eyes landed on his prey. The older male who was broken beyond repair, exhaustion, hunger and pain all written on his face as clear as day.
“I’ve got a new game we can play today pet” He called out, wanting to make Josh even more petrified than he was before. “It’s called, ‘If you’re a drummer, you’re fingers are going to get broken’, the title is a working progress but you get the gist” He chuckled darkly, moving to yank at the collar around his pet’s neck, pushing him to the floor as he pressed his foot on to the top of his back. “Stay still or I might miss”
