No Escape From Reality

Capture

I wake up, tied to yet another chair, but this time my hands tied securely to the chair. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't have my knife. The whole crew are glaring at me, even Rochelle, who seemed nice before, had an ugly scowl on her face. "Tell us what you heard," Nick growls. "Didn't you hear the other guy? You won't get a word out of me," I say. I work up a mouthful of spit and aim for Nick's face. It hits him accurately in the eye. He wipes his eye and growls. He grabs the light and shines it in my face. " I have a feeling you're close to the idiotic PewDiePie and his army. Tell us his whereabouts." he pushes me. I keep my mouth shut. So long as he doesn't know who I am, I won't die. Yet. "Very well." he nods towards Coach. He approaches me and unties one of my hands. I use these extra seconds to slap Coach in the face. He doesn't even wince. He ties my wrist against the arm of the chair, wrist and veins facing upwards. Nick takes a knife out of his jacket. "Talk." He flashes the knife menacingly. Even though I know the consequences, I keep my mouth firmly closed. "Alright then, have it your way." He places the knife on my wrist lightly, as if to mock me. I close my eyes tightly, embracing impact. An excruciating pain shoots up my arm. I nearly scream but I don't want to show weakness. I look at my arm which was covered in scarlet blood. "Where. Are. They." Nick says as he puts more pressure on the knife. This time the scream is unstoppable. They laugh at my misery. Ellis, I think, wipes away my tears mockingly. "No tears, darling. Don't want to have to bring Lover Boy (Guess the reference) in here too," he laughs evilly. Nick slaps me. "Give us the information." I swallow. "I'll tell you one thing, but don't tell the bro army or else I will be killed for treason," I say convincingly. Nick leans his ear near mine. I work up a mouthful of spit and spit it in his ear. "You can fuck off," I say sweetly, giving a mocking smile. He wipes out his ear. "Rochelle, go get Lover Boy, he isn't suspicious of you," he growls. Rochelle salutes him and goes to fetch Toby. I nibble my lip. I hope Toby got out. While Rochelle is gone Nick gets to work on me.

~le time skip~

By the time Rochelle gets back, I have tears in my eyes, two slit wrists , a missing finger and a cut just above my eyebrow so all I could see was a fountain of blood. I could taste the metallic taste of blood merging with my salty tears. I hear running footsteps and I can just see the door slam open. "He's not in there!" I hear Rochelle say. Nick growls. "What do you mean he's not there?!" Rochelle gulps. "He, uh, must of, uh escaped-" "ESCAPED!?" Nick delivers a blow across Rochelle's cheek. Tears well up in her eyes. "Go look for proof of how he escaped!" Nick instructs. She salutes and runs off.

*Toby's P.O.V*

After (Y/n) left I didn't know what to do. Just chill here? I did just what she asked me to, but I was worried. After I left our cell, I was certain I heard a muffled scream. I don't know what happened, and I was so tempted to run to her. She's like a little sister to me. Hey, if she and Pewd's got married, would that mean I was Pewd's brother in-law? Awesome! Oops, gone off topic. Anyway, I ran out of the building. There was drawings of houses and arrows everywhere when I left. At least I know where to go then. I ran to Cry's tent as fast as I could. I barged in and there was Cry, sleeping like a little baby. I took a picture of him on my phone, giggling. Then I realised I should be serious. (Y/n) could be getting tortured right this minute. So I woke him up and without explaining, tossed him his axe and ran towards Pewd's tent and did the same. So here we are, heading to their camp, while I explain what happened to Pewds and Cry. "So, after (Y/n) left, you untied the ropes, went into the hall and heard a muffled scream?" Cry says, trying to get hold of all details. I nod. "Them fuckers must be torturing (Y/n) right now!" Pewds says, gritting his teeth. Cry puts his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Pewds. I'm sure we'll get her back."

*Your (Short) P.O.V*

After my torturing session, I get thrown into the cell. I lie on the ground, not moving. I let a few tears squeeze through my bruised and swollen eyes. This is all the damage: I'm now missing my pinky finger on my left hand and my middle finger on my right, two swollen black eyes, A long cut above my eyebrow, two deeply slit wrists and my left ankle snapped in half. It was the same foot I kicked Coach with when they captured me. I couldn't see anything out of my left eye as it was too swollen. I try to fall asleep, but the cold. hard, stone floor kept me awake.

*Cry's P.O.V*

We made it to their den easily enough. From the description of their captors by Toby, I'd say the people are Rochelle, Nick, Ellis and Coach from Left For Dead 2. We sneak into the hallway. Toby points in the direction of his cell. "(Y/n) might be in there, best to check first," he whispers. We all nod. We creep through the hallway until we reach the door. We listen for voices, but we couldn't hear anything. I volunteer to go in first. As soon as I walk in the smell of blood hits my nostrils. There, in the middle of a pool of blood, was (Y/n). Her looks were deteriorated. I look more closely and see her wrists have been slit so deep you could see the bone. I rush over to her, resting her head on my lap. In minutes my jeans were soaked through with blood. Toby comes into the room, followed by Pewds. Pewds gasps, and rushes to be beside (Y/n). I take out bandages I packed into my bag and start bandaging her hands and her head. Pewds starts to examine the rest of her body. He stops at her ankle. "Cry, take a look at her ankle," he says horrified. I lay her head gently on the ground and go around so I could have a look. I gag. Her ankle was twisted right back, and you could see the bone protrude through her skin. I quickly wrap it up and we hear (Y/n) stirring, groaning softly. Pewds puts her head on his lap. "Shh, it's okay (Y/n), your gonna be okay. Be strong. For Shawn. For me," he says, crying quietly. She falls asleep, still moaning softly in her sleep. After I finish wrapping her up, Pewds picks her up, cradling her gently. "Right, let's go and beat the shit out of them for what they've done," Toby says angrily. I couldn't agree more.