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Mark's POV:
The room was dark, the smell of rust and mold pervaded the air, and a single light shined over Mark’s head. Currently his half naked body was secured tightly to a metal chair that was bolted to the floor. He had been knocked out earlier that day during a scuffle. Electrical wires also hung like tangled spaghetti from the chair in which he occupied. The wires led from Mark’s chair then into the surrounding darkness, like an unspeakable evil waiting to consume him. From that darkness someone spoke his name…

“Mark…” The voice was too quiet, almost like someone calling softly through a fog. “Mark, time to wake up…” Still too quiet to even cause a stir from the young man. A switch was flicked that sent electricity coursing through the chair. This caused Mark to wake with a start and yell out in pain. The switch was then flicked off and the electrical current subsided leaving Mark in a dazed state.

“Good, you’re awake now.”

The same voice from earlier, but much clearer now without the haziness of sleep. Mark lifted his head slowly and peered into the surrounding darkness searching for the source of that voice. He cringed slightly as his senses were assaulted by the smell of rust and mold.

“Do you wish to see my face?” The mysterious figure asked him with a mocking tone.

“No no, it’s probably ugly.” Mark scoffed in his deep voice, letting a crooked smile play upon his lips while he leaned back against the cold metal chair. The metal chair felt like ice upon his bare back and he couldn’t contain the sharp intake of breath as it touched his skin. He flexed his well toned arms trying to subtly test the restraints that held him in place. He quickly realized though that it was to little avail and gave up.

“What bad manners you have.” The figure was obviously displeased with Mark’s answer by the tone of their voice. They noticed him try to struggle free of his restraints and chuckled softly. “You didn’t think I would make it that easy for you now, did you?” A coy smile played upon their lips as they flipped the switch again.

Hearing the switch Mark swore under his breath before the electricity hit again. It lasted longer this time. The pain was inescapable, overwhelming even, but he managed to clench his teeth and just ride it out. A loud gasp for air escaped his lips after the current had been turned off.

“How sad, you didn’t cry out like last time. I was so hopeful.” The tormentor sounded almost sincere if it weren’t for the hint of venom in their tone. “Now that you understand your…” they paused for a moment, contemplating a good way to phrase their next words. “Predicament, do you plan on sharing the location of your house with me?”

Mark’s mind was racing trying to figure out the motive that drove this person. “What do you want with my home?” His voice sounded like softly trodden gravel. He eyed the darkness desperately trying to figure out who this person was.

The switch was flipped again and Mark clenched his teeth while the electricity flowed through him. He groaned loudly at first and then opened his mouth to cry out “aaAHHHH!!” His muscles spasm uncontrollably beneath the restraints. Why were they doing this to him? What was the point? What was the reason they wanted to know where he lived? The current shut off and Mark slumped forward, breathing heavily. His body was now wracked with tremors that he couldn’t hide.

“I would recommend not trying to deflect my questions with your own.” The person warned. “Now, answer the question. Will you tell me the location of your home?”

Mark desperately tried to think of a lie to tell them but he realized that any address he gave could lead to innocent people dying. He decided to swallow his pride and give a direct answer. “No…NO! I will not tell you where I live!” With that he spat into the darkness.

“Too bad… guess we’ll have to try some other method.” As the person finished speaking Mark could hear footsteps coming from behind him. He attempted to break free from the restraints again but it still didn’t work. As he struggled a large hand appeared from his left and roughly pulled him back against the chair. Mark gritted his teeth and tried to fight against the man holding him back. He felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck as a syringe injected him with something. He felt his limbs growing weak as his vision started to fade. All he could think about as his world became darker was ‘why me?’

Jack's Perspective:
Jack had just finished uploading his second video of the day when he got the notification for Mark’s new video. He grins in relief - the man hadn’t posted anything in a while, and he’d been getting worried.

He clicks on it quickly, and his smile drops as it loads. It’s not like his normal videos, not at all. In fact... It looks like it’s being filmed in some abandoned place that’s dark and gross and... is that Mark?

There he was, tied to a chair, looking beaten up and injured. Jack watches in growing terror as the torture starts, a chill running down his spine. Who the fuck was doing this to his friend? His sweet, amazing friend who definitely didn’t deserve any of this, or anything even close. Jack full-on cringes when he screams, such a broken sound...

He forces himself to sit through the rest of the short video, to see if there’s any hint to his location. He was only a couple towns over, visiting a friend, and he writes a quick note about how he had to go. He gets in his rental car and starts driving, absolutely raging. And scared. But he’s loudly cursing to cover it, and his phone is in his hands and he’s calling the cops. All he can think about is finding Mark and tearing the bastard who’s doing this to him apart.

Description
Mark's POV:
The room was dark, the smell of rust and mold pervaded the air, and a single light shined over Mark’s head. Currently his half naked body was secured tightly to a metal chair that was bolted to the floor. He had been knocked out earlier that day during a scuffle. Electrical wires also hung like tangled spaghetti from the chair in which he occupied. The wires led from Mark’s chair then into the surrounding darkness, like an unspeakable evil waiting to consume him. From that darkness someone spoke his name…

“Mark…” The voice was too quiet, almost like someone calling softly through a fog. “Mark, time to wake up…” Still too quiet to even cause a stir from the young man. A switch was flicked that sent electricity coursing through the chair. This caused Mark to wake with a start and yell out in pain. The switch was then flicked off and the electrical current subsided leaving Mark in a dazed state.

“Good, you’re awake now.”

The same voice from earlier, but much clearer now without the haziness of sleep. Mark lifted his head slowly and peered into the surrounding darkness searching for the source of that voice. He cringed slightly as his senses were assaulted by the smell of rust and mold.

“Do you wish to see my face?” The mysterious figure asked him with a mocking tone.

“No no, it’s probably ugly.” Mark scoffed in his deep voice, letting a crooked smile play upon his lips while he leaned back against the cold metal chair. The metal chair felt like ice upon his bare back and he couldn’t contain the sharp intake of breath as it touched his skin. He flexed his well toned arms trying to subtly test the restraints that held him in place. He quickly realized though that it was to little avail and gave up.

“What bad manners you have.” The figure was obviously displeased with Mark’s answer by the tone of their voice. They noticed him try to struggle free of his restraints and chuckled softly. “You didn’t think I would make it that easy for you now, did you?” A coy smile played upon their lips as they flipped the switch again.

Hearing the switch Mark swore under his breath before the electricity hit again. It lasted longer this time. The pain was inescapable, overwhelming even, but he managed to clench his teeth and just ride it out. A loud gasp for air escaped his lips after the current had been turned off.

“How sad, you didn’t cry out like last time. I was so hopeful.” The tormentor sounded almost sincere if it weren’t for the hint of venom in their tone. “Now that you understand your…” they paused for a moment, contemplating a good way to phrase their next words. “Predicament, do you plan on sharing the location of your house with me?”

Mark’s mind was racing trying to figure out the motive that drove this person. “What do you want with my home?” His voice sounded like softly trodden gravel. He eyed the darkness desperately trying to figure out who this person was.

The switch was flipped again and Mark clenched his teeth while the electricity flowed through him. He groaned loudly at first and then opened his mouth to cry out “aaAHHHH!!” His muscles spasm uncontrollably beneath the restraints. Why were they doing this to him? What was the point? What was the reason they wanted to know where he lived? The current shut off and Mark slumped forward, breathing heavily. His body was now wracked with tremors that he couldn’t hide.

“I would recommend not trying to deflect my questions with your own.” The person warned. “Now, answer the question. Will you tell me the location of your home?”

Mark desperately tried to think of a lie to tell them but he realized that any address he gave could lead to innocent people dying. He decided to swallow his pride and give a direct answer. “No…NO! I will not tell you where I live!” With that he spat into the darkness.

“Too bad… guess we’ll have to try some other method.” As the person finished speaking Mark could hear footsteps coming from behind him. He attempted to break free from the restraints again but it still didn’t work. As he struggled a large hand appeared from his left and roughly pulled him back against the chair. Mark gritted his teeth and tried to fight against the man holding him back. He felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck as a syringe injected him with something. He felt his limbs growing weak as his vision started to fade. All he could think about as his world became darker was ‘why me?’

Jack's Perspective:
Jack had just finished uploading his second video of the day when he got the notification for Mark’s new video. He grins in relief - the man hadn’t posted anything in a while, and he’d been getting worried.

He clicks on it quickly, and his smile drops as it loads. It’s not like his normal videos, not at all. In fact... It looks like it’s being filmed in some abandoned place that’s dark and gross and... is that Mark?

There he was, tied to a chair, looking beaten up and injured. Jack watches in growing terror as the torture starts, a chill running down his spine. Who the fuck was doing this to his friend? His sweet, amazing friend who definitely didn’t deserve any of this, or anything even close. Jack full-on cringes when he screams, such a broken sound...

He forces himself to sit through the rest of the short video, to see if there’s any hint to his location. He was only a couple towns over, visiting a friend, and he writes a quick note about how he had to go. He gets in his rental car and starts driving, absolutely raging. And scared. But he’s loudly cursing to cover it, and his phone is in his hands and he’s calling the cops. All he can think about is finding Mark and tearing the bastard who’s doing this to him apart.