a figure groaned loudly in the corner of the room, chained and half-bare with scars and fresh wounds littered all over his shown skin. his breathing was already ragged and heavy, but his kidnappers ignored it as usual, making him pop a vein.

"heyyyy," he drawled out, face blank as he called out his kidnappers.

the people clad in black hooded cloaks turned to him, anticipating what he would say while hanging on to a thread of hope that he would agree to their prior proposition.

"when are you gonna kill me?"

"..what?"

to say they were dumbfounded was an understatement.