Ropes and Rain

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Sorry i just got up and mcdissapered (just like your dad (i'm sorry) :] ) 

Writers block, school and mental health do be a bitch so this is kinda scuffed and rushed


Wilbur's pov:

How long have I been trapped in this room?

I could feel dried blood on my hands and forehead

Mostly it was quiet

At some point they had come in and covered my eyes

the gag had dried out my mouth and scratched at my lips

My back and legs were stiff and painful

The door clicked open, I could hear mulitple sets of boots coming into the room I froze 

Someone pulled the gag out 

I still couldn't see anything when what i guessed was a man started talking to me 

"Hello Wilbur"

Warm unplesent breath flowed over the uncovered parts of my face

He smelt like muck and nicotine it was awaful 

I scrunched up my nose a bit and attempeted to get the smell out

He flicked my nose

"William Minecraft Soot I have some questions for you"

I hadn't heard my name in two long years it stung in my ears

Tommy always called me will or wilby 

For philza it was will, mate or just wilbur 

Techno called me will, wilbur or soot

But no one had the right to call me william apart from my mum 

And she was gone

I snarled through the gag

The guy chuckled 

"Fiesty one ey"

"we have a few questions for you"

I wasn't going to respond for shit but they could try 

I nooded hoping to seem weak and innocent

He pulled the gag out 

I forced my bottom lip to quiver and bit it 

It seemed to be working 

"What is your name?"

I dont know why he was asking that 

"Wilbu-William M-m-minecraft S-s-soot"

My voice sounded scared and weak my mouth burnt as the name slipped out 

"gooddd"

I  could hear the smirk lacing his tone 

my plan was working  

"Where do you live?"

"The c-c-city"

A a pissed sounding growl came from the man infront of me.

A second of silence came before I felt a stinging pain on the side of my face.

He had just slapped me, a drop of terror fell into my stomach and I swollowed.

I felt the blind fold slip off my face and there standing above me was some middle aged man with a fucked up lip.

He smiled at me, revelaing yellowing teeth.

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