Jughead
Jughead woke with start and search the darkness for any threat. He was right where he dozed off right by the door. He quickly steadied his breathing and listened to the hallway beyond. There was no noise as far as he could hear but that doesn't mean they aren't out there he thought. He slowly opens the door a crack and looks out and sees no one in the hallway. When he turns back a rush of pain spreads through him and it takes all his will not to groan. His leg bandages were red with blood along with his arms. Whatever the guy did to him by hitting him it was a lot. Even his chest hurt probably from a couple bruised or broken ribs. Leaning back against the wall and taking deep breaths Jughead tried to form a plan. His brain was still heavy and not very helpful when it came to the planning process. He could at least establish he had a concussion how bad it was he did not know. As he was about to check the hallway again he heard footsteps approaching. He makes his breathing as quiet as he can and waits. The footsteps approach and stop a little bit farther down the hallway. Then Jughead can't hear them anymore. He looks out the crack in the door and before he can react a hand grabs his throat. He throws his hand up to pull the attacker off. Another hand joins the first pressing directly on his laronx with both thumbs. Both hands wrap easily around his smalp neck. Jughead starts clawing and grabbing at the hands as the door opens further. His lungs are screaming now as two men come up behind the first. "Edgar sir the camera is ready whenever you are."
"Good gentlemen we will be there shortly." The two men nod then walk away. Jugheads vision is fading fast and he is losing the strength to fight. Just as his arms drop the hands release him. He hits the floor roughly and starts gasping air in. He is still gasping for air when the man crouches down next to him. "I would have thought the broken leg, ankle, wrist, fingers, and ribs would have kept you down. I was sure the concussion would have but no. You just won't give up huh?" Jughead opens his mouth to make a clever quip but nothing comes out. It hurts to breath out let alone try and form words. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you. I just bruised a couple vital muscles in your neck so talking is out of the equation for awhile Forsythe. Now lets get back to your room shall we?" The man, Edgar, says before grabbing jughead by his hair. He starts dragging him and its all Jughead can do to keep up. His whole body hurts and his scalp is on fire. He barely notices when they get back to the dim dirty room. When they do ge there he takes the opportunity to look around the entire room. Diagnal from the first bed is another in the back of the room and a bucket in the other back corner. The man throws him in front of chair and he braces himself the best he can. The man then grabs him and pulls him into the chair. He walks away and comes back with a pair of scissiors with which he approaches Jughead. He trys to shrink back but the chair and his injuries won't allow him. "Now that your back lets begin or presentation."