i still dont own JONAS....
i want to thank my sisters for being great big sisters.
heres the next chapter....
'Crack'
"Ahhh"
Joe's body jerked as the whip made contact with his body. Joe closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth as the whip whistled through the air before striking his body with a loud crack.
He could feel the whip make contact with his body, pulling at the tan skin leaving a gash upon his chest. Before he could even react to the pain that the whip was leaving, it had whistled through the air once again, making contact on his skin.
A tear escaped from under his dark eyelashes as the whip made contact with his skin over, and over and over
Each time the whip made contact with his body, more skin was gashed open, and more blood was shed. Each time left the Lucas in more pain, and more pain.
Joe willed himself to not cry out, he would not show pain. No matter what.
Time passed, and Joe lost count of the strokes somewhere after 50.
The whip landed across his chest, his arms, his legs, some tails whipped him lightly across the neck, leaving shallows cuts.
One stoke landed on his shoulder, pulling the tan flesh as if left his skin, the tails arched, and all of sudden there was a burning over his eye as the tail marked his face.
Finally the blows stopped, he heard laughter coming from his captors, as the neared him.
He opened his brown eyes, connecting with those of his captors; his eyes didn't focus as they passed a glass bottle to the leader.
He watched as the blurry leader took a drink from the bottle, an amber liquid swishing around within the bottle.
The leader took the bottle and splashed the whiskey on to Joe's chest. Within seconds screaming echoed through out the room, as the guy poured more and more whiskey on his wounds.
A cloth was pushed into his open mouth, almost causing him to gag from unexpected force. Tears ran down his golden cheeks, mixing with the blood that fell from the cut on his eyes.. His body was burning from the alcohol that seeped into his wounds.
"Don't be such a baby."
"Yeah, we are trying to help you."
"We wouldn't want those to get infected do we?"
Joe's brain barely processed the leers as they were projected at him.
The pain was unbearable, and he eventually faded to black.