Jason
West struggled against his bonds as the knife drew closer to his
face. He let out an ear-splitting yell when the blade pierced his
skin.
“Qmfbtf
epo'u tdsfbn, Njtufs Xftu,” the other man said. “Uijt jt gps zpvs
pxo hppe.” The garbled speech only terrified Jason even more.
“Please...please
don't do this...” he whimpered. The other man ran his fingers
through the blood pouring from just under Jason's eye.
“J
dbo'u voefstuboe zpv, tjs. Zpv'mm ibwf up tqfbl npsf dmfbsmz.”
Jason
blinked the tears out of his face, and got a better look at the man
who was torturing him. Most of his clothes were black, except for his
all-white mask. It covered his face entirely, and its only marking
was a blood-red letter “B.”
“Zpv
bsf jo uif xspoh psefs. Zpv offe up cf gjyfe. Cvu gjstu...”
The
masked man slowly scrawled on the wall, stopping occasionally to
gather more of Jason's blood. When he finished, it looked like a
seemingly random assortment of letters: LFMMZ RVJOMPO.
“What...what
is that?”
The
torturer cocked his head, like he couldn't understand what Jason had
said...but from the tone, he managed to pick up the meaning.
“Uif
ofyu sfdjqjfou pg nz cmfttjoh...boe uif ofyu lfz up vompdljoh uif
dpef...”
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