Jack's POV
I woke up feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn't see anything and when I tried to open my eyes a thick fabric held them down. I was blindfolded.

I tried to remove the blindfold but discovered I was cuffed down to a wooden structure. A chair? My waist was tied down too. I could barely move.

"I see you're awake Sean." I shivered at the name and the voice made my skin crawl. It belonged to one of my attackers.

"W-who a-are y-you," my voice showed how scared I was even though I tried to hide it.

"Don't you see Sean? I'm your worst nightmare," the female growled before I felt a cold metal dig into my arm. I screamed but a hand quickly covered my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Amy! What did I say about hurting him?" I heard a second females voice call and a door open. My other attacker, Amy I presumed, sighed.

"Whatever Signe, I don't care if he hurts or not. He's the reason why Mark isn't mine," she growled. So she wanted Mark?

"I don't care if he is the reason YOU didn't get Mark! He is mine and if you hurt him again I will make you regret it," Signe hissed back. There was a silence for a moment before I heard footsteps.

"Fine, play with your doll. I'm going to get mine," Amy growled before a door closed.

There was a quiet sigh and the sound of soft footsteps approaching me. My heart began to race and my breathing caught in my throat. I felt my emotions swirling around inside me. I was panicking too much.

I needed to calm down but how? Mark wasn't here to sooth me nor Felix. I was alone with some stranger who attacked me then kidnapped me. How could I calm down?

I felt tears soak into the cloth on my eyes and run down my checks. I began choking on my own sobs as I mourned to have my friends with me.

"Its okay Sean, don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you give me a reason to that is," Signe tried to sooth but ended up making my panic attack worsen.

I struggled to breath as my chest tightened and crushed my lungs. I began to feel dizzy again and flashes of my past zoomed through my head.

I tried to focus on a happy one and was able to find one of me and Mark.

We were in my room talking. I was drifting off to sleep but didn't want to stop talking to him. He stroked my hair and talked softly to me, as if trying to lull me to sleep.

I was able to calm myself down with these thoughts and bring myself back to reality, which I wished I hadn't. The blindfold had been removed and a masked figure stood in front if me. Staring at me.

I tried to push myself away and ended up knocking my chair over backwards. It landed with a hard crash and caused the air I had just regained to rush out of my lungs.

I chocked and gasped as the chair fell on its side, with me still tied to it. The masked figure ran to my side and picked my chair back up. My arms and legs hurt a lot but my chest hurt the most.

I looked down to see an S carved into my ribs. I felt more tears falling down my face. The salty liquid blurred my vision and made the mark look liked a blurry red blotch.

"What's that matter Sean?" Signe asked concerned. I looked up at her scared and angry.

"LOOK AT ME! I HAVE AN 'S' CARVEE INTO MY CHEST, CUTS DOWN MY ARMS AND I'M TIED TO A FUCKING CHAIR!" I screamed at her. She flinched at my sudden outburst before letting out a low growl.

"Don't yell at me you worthless skum," she spat, pulling out a knife and stabbing it into my hand.

My scream turned into a fit of sobs as I stared down at my blood covered hand.

"W-what d-did I d-do to deserve th-this?" I choked out. Signe must have realized what she had done because she gasped and stepped back, leaving the knife imbedded in my hand.

"Oh my god. What have I done? I'm sorry Sean, i-i don't know what came over me," she said scared as she took a step towards me again.

I tried to retreat away and she saw my fear towards her. She looked down in shame, removing her mask and dropping it on the floor before leaving the room.

"What the hell was that about?" I mumbled to myself as I calmed down once again, the pain from the knife dulling a little.

Now that I wasn't being interrogated I was able to look around the room. It was small and dark. A single window lined the wall near the roof. It had stained glass on it and metal bars. It gave the feeling of a prison cell.

I could see a large landscape outside. A beautiful forest stood to the left, behind it stood large mountain ridges that touched the sky.

To the right was a flowing river. The water was clear blue and rushed down the river bed towards what looked like an ocean in the distance.

The sun hung along the horizon, painting everything in pinks, reds and oranges. The sight was beautiful and calming. It made my dark cell seem lifeless compared to its colours.

I sighed as the bright colours faded, vanishing with the sun. The beautiful colours were soon replaced by dark black and greys that looked like they were trying to reach into my dark cell and pull me into their grasp.

I forced myself to look away from the now unsettling sight. I closed my eyes and tried to think of Mark and make everything seem not so bad and help me fall asleep. But I knew when I woke up... Everything will be horrible again.

Well, jealous bitches much. Signe is so confusing. But I wanna see if I can draw the windows view. Imma try that °•° I'll probably fail but awe well. His room is upstairs BTW. So if that makes it easier to see out the window and see the ocean in the distance.

Sorry to the black and white. I don't do colour shading that good :)