Jughead
Edgar left him shivering in the chair without clothes. The man had ripped any and all bandages off probably to show just how much damage had been done. Every time his body shook it hurt to breath and it made it hard to strategize. As he was about to fall asleep the door slammed open letting that bright light again that immediately gave him an awful migraine. He looked down hoping it will keep the headache manageable. "Well then Forsythe I have a job for you. If you do it well maybe I can make your stay here a little more... comfortable." Edgar says before grabbing Jughead by the hair and raising his head so he had to look at the hooded figure. "I want you to write a little note to display on our little call this evening. The man releases his hair and Jughead keeps his head up as the Edgar pulls a marker out of his pocket and hands it to him. He then pulls out a piece of cardboard and shoves it into his lap. "Now I want you to write the date and a little message to Betty. It has been hmm three days since we took you. Do the math. I will be right back I have to discuss some things with my partner." The man leaves the room and Jughead waits to hear the door lock. He writes the date and "I know you will find me Betts." on the cardboard. After that he hatched an idea and grimaced at the thought. It would get him hurt but then again it could also get him out. He takes the marker and turns to his bad hand. He uses his good hand to turn it over so its palms up. He bites his lip to keep the pain at bay. When he finally manages to turn it over he sighs in relief. On his palm he writes two words. EDGAR and PARTNER. Hoping that out of everyone who will see it they will get the message. He then turns his hand over so that Edgar won't see the message and grunts at the pain it sends up his arm. Just as he finishes the door opens again to reveal Edgar and two others. With how small the room his they fill the space stifling the air. " Well done Forsythe, now these gentlemen are going to get you some clothes. Need you to look your best after all." Edgar grabs the board and the marker and leaves the room. One of the men pulls a key out of his pocket and moves to unlock the shackles around his wrist. As soon as they are free he sighs in relief from the lack of pain. Then the other man steps forward with a stack of clothing in his hands. The one with the shackles grabs the shirt. Suddenly the second man pulls out a syringe and stabs it into his thigh and Jughead grunts in shock. In seconds his vision is swimming and he can barely keep his heavy eyelids open. The man then slowly puts the shirt on him, dressing as though he were a baby. Once the shirt is on the man shackles his wrists again before grabbing the shorts from the other man. Now clothe less the second goes behind him and pulls him to a standing position by his armpits. Jughead doesn't fight being as he is struggling just to stay awake. The man in front of him gently pulls the shorts up his destroyed legs then signals the second man to release him. With the dry clothes his shivering is less frequent and feels warmer than he did before. "Be sure to check that his stitches have not come out" One says and then both men are checking every inch of his arms, legs, head, and torso for busted stitches. What kind capters to keep him semi healthy but that also means they plan on keeping him. The men leave and Jughead can't help but wonder just what they are going to demand if his friends and family for his return. Thats if they plan on returning him at all.