Kris here. Two words. YOURE WELCOME. I TORTURED THE SHIT OUTTA YOU PEOPLE.

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Mark pov:

Dark. Once again, everything is dark. I feel like i'm dying. This all feels really fucking familiar. I cant move. I cant even think without my body, or what's left of it anyway, screaming in pain. Fuck Jason. I wish I had a moment alone with him, but this time, I would be the one with the golf club. I know I haven't moved from the bottom of the stairs. How could I? I was in bad shape, and I knew it.

It occurred to me that the basement door was left open a little, either because Jason wanted to peek on me occasionally, or because he wanted to taunt me.

"Why don't you make a break for it, little man? the doors open! go on! ill look the other way!" the voice calls down to me, and I know it at once to be Darcy's. Judging by his slurring, he was drunk. Why was I surprised. His laughter filled my ears, and made me whine. My head was already pounding. His voice began drifting off as my vision blurred once more. "What? you dont want to go? well, if you insist! Jason, you really did train him well! hes stayin put!"

I hissed a few curses before everything went dark again.

"Jesus, man… you did a number on him…" I whimpered as things started to come back into focus again. I knew time had passed. My two captors stood over me. I yelped as Darcy's foot poked my side. "Is he dead?"

"No, you asshole! hes not dead! hes not allowed to die. Our wedding is coming up." I let out a scream as Jason kicked my side.

"He makes some interesting noises." Darcy murmured. I winced as the back of my collar was grabbed, and I was dragged up. My legs remained limp on the ground as I was held up, and examined by Jason.

"Not very durable, is he…." Jason muttered, tilting my chin up with his free hand. "We'll have to work on that. My husband needs to be able to withstand more than this… PITIFUL!" he spat, and I cringed. "No worries, though… im willing to give you a hand…"

Darcy poked my stomach, and I yelped again.

"It wouldnt hurt for him to gain some weight, either… He's like a skeleton."

"One thing at a time! ill fix him up real good, don't you worry…" Jason snarled, and I was thrown into the middle of the basement floor. I struggled to get up. I felt like I was gonna die anyway, so what did I have to lose? I was ready to go out fighting.

"Awww… ain't that cute…" Darcy murmured. Judging by how much the room reeked of liquor, I knew he was still wasted, and not logical, like he seemed when he first arrived. Things started to spin, and I puked up a mouth full of blood, before falling to the ground again, my eyes falling closed.

"That doesnt look right…" Jason sighed. He started forward, grabbing my collar again, and dragging me towards the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Darcy asked, following us. I began to whine as I was dragged up the hard wooden stairs, hitting each one.

"We gotta keep an eye on him… otherwise he'll die, and this all will be for nothing."

"Ah, right…" Darcy still seemed apprehensive. "What are we gonna do if he tries to escape? hes got it much easier up here."

"Oh, please!" Jason laughed, tossing me onto what was a hard, uncomfortable couch. "Hes not going anywhere like this. He puked his half weight in blood when he tried to stand. Im far from worried."

I couldn't stop myself from passing out once more.

When I was awake again, I quirked a brow to find my middle bandaged, along with my head. I groaned, blinking slowly, and letting my eyes fall closed again. Sunlight shone through the windows, and birds began to chirp. It was morning. When I had passed out last, it was afternoon.

"I can't believe this!" I heard Jason cry excitedly from the kitchen.

"That's yesterdays paper, asshole…" Darcy answered groggily. He wasn't drunk anymore. "Whatever you're excited about is old news…"

"Look for yourself! I can't believe our luck!" I heard paper being ruffled. Silence followed before I heard Darcy beginning to speak.

"Do you really think they'd assume it was him?"

Jason slammed the paper down. "Of course they will! his pathetic boyfriend will see it at once! all the pieces fit!"

"It seems too good to be true…" Darcy muttered, picking up the paper again. I wanted to know what they were talking about. At the mention of boyfriend, I tried to sit up. Anything about Roger was concerning me.

I didn't have to wait too long, though. After a few minutes, leaving Darcy behind in the kitchen, I heard Jason's heavy boot steps coming close.

"Wake up, honey. I have wonderful news for you…" judging by the malice in his tone, I was worried. I forced my eyes open, too weak to sit up. I glared at him. "Aw, wipe that scowl off your face…" he murmured, moving close to me. "You're gonna be here forever! now its guaranteed!"

"O-oh gee… w-hat a surprise…" I hissed, sick of hearing him say that. I was shocked at how odd, and raspy my voice sounded. I was really fucked up, and now I was sure of it.

"Don't you wanna know why?" Jason grinned. He crumpled the newspaper in his hands…. the newspaper! Roger! My eyes went wide. He noticed. "Oh? so you did hear our conversation this morning… somebody is a curious little boy, isn't he?" I growled angrily.

"Just tell me!" I winced, though. Raising my voice hurt a lot.

"Ah, ah…. patience, my little Marky…" He ruffled my hair, and I swatted his hand away. He presented me with the newspaper. I squinted, beginning to read the headline. A mutilated body was found in the East River…. The picture was what made my stomach drop. Glasses that looked exactly like mine were laying broken, and cracked on one of the rocks on shore.

I felt myself go rigid. The minute Roger saw this, he would assume the worst. He always did, unless I was there to tell him otherwise… which I wasn't. Now I REALLY felt sick.

"N-no…." I whispered. Jason smiled, leaning in, and kissing my cheek.

"Yes…." he answered, laughing quietly, and ripping the paper away. "You know what happens when people see headlines like those, hm? what happens when the police get a hold of them…"

"No." I hissed.

"People don't need DNA testing, Mark…"

"No!" I cried desperately.

"Soon, they'll learn to move on… they'll start to forget…"

"NO!" I finally screamed, trying to sit up, and huffing in agony when I had to stay put. "Youre wrong, Jason. My friends won't forget. Roger wouldnt give up on me! they'll come for me! they'll find out what you've done!"

Jason simply turned around. "Do you really think they'll be able to test those remains? who knows how long that poor sap's body has been down there… the flesh being stripped by the fishies…" he smirked. "Luckily, it couldn't have picked a better time to wash up!"

I closed my eyes, lowering my head as he continued.

"You know how police around here, are…" he leaned close. "The DA is probably breathing right down their necks… how convenient does this sound to you? an open missing persons case… suddenly a body turns up… would you rather burn department money on extensive, expensive remains testing, or put the puzzle piece where it fits best?" I whimpered in horror. I knew he was right.

"But… R-roger… he… he's…"

"Not. Coming." Jason finished for me. "Face it, Mark. You cant go. You wont go. Roger thinks that pile of bones is you. Hes given up. Hes not gonna fight anymore…. isn't it time you did the same?" he turned away, walking towards the kitchen. "Get the idea of escaping out of your mind, because thats all it is… an idea…. a stupid one! look where attempt number one got you!" I rubbed my side sadly. "You better be fixed by the time we get married, thats all I gotta say…" and with that, the kitchen door slammed, and I was alone.

I don't know how long I sat there for. Thinking, becoming even more hopeless with each passing minute. Jason had a solid point. This all looked bad for me. What if the cops closed the case? Worst of all, what if Roger gave up as well? I lowered my head back down. My body hurting awfully. This looked like the end for me. If I didn't die, I was to be married to Jason, and kept here for the rest of my life.

It seemed to me Jason was right. I was gonna be here forever. I had no help. No chance of fighting, and getting out, so long as Darcy was around. In my state, I couldn't take on so much as a mouse, let alone two grown men twice my size. I let my eyes fall closed. Roger and the others think i'm dead. Its over. Its all over. Before I could stop myself, I was crying. I curled into a tight ball, continuing to sob like a baby. What was the point anymore?