Your POV

There was someone watching me. I could feel it. It's been almost a week since I got here. The only thing that has changed is that now there's light. Three times a day I see at least one of the Ipliers who bring me meals. All they tell me when they see me is, "Something has come up, so our plans have been delayed." I never questioned what they meant by that. But this morning, someone was watching me. And it wasn't the normal cool gazes that come from my captives.

"Who's here?" I called out. I hadn't noticed it before now, but there was someone in the cell next to mine. Sitting at the far end of the next cell over, staring directly at me, was a man. The man had bright green hair and large bags under his eyes. He looked scared. I noticed this man quickly as Jacksepticeye.

Jack noticed me staring and started toward me. "What are you doing here?" I asked when he gripped tightly to the bars separating us. I took two steps back, scared of one of the men I look up to.

"They brought me here after Pax Prime," he explained calming down more after every word. His knuckles weren't so white anymore. "Then they brought me here. Everyday they've taken me, threatened me."

"What do you mean, 'taken you'?" I asked alarmed.

"They've taken me to it," he hissed at the memories.

"What's it?"

"They made me swear not to tell you," he said. After a moment's pause, he continued, "Dark said that it would make you not want to do it. Make you more hesitant."

I was going to try to convince Jack to tell me, but then I heard a maniac chuckle. Warfstache. He came toward my cell with a jump in his step. Following behind with a small smile is Dark. Both of them with a devious glint in their eyes.

The lights went out. I could hear the click of the lock. It seemed to echo like we were in an empty room. Two hands clasped around each of my arms. One was warm like blood. The other was cold.

I didn't know where I was going, but I've learned from watching videos with Dark and Warfstache in them that you do what they say. Go where they take you. Do this and you'll be fine. Or not hurt as bad as you could be to say the least.

The took me to a bright room. There was a table in the center of the room. On each corner, there was a cuff. Around the table were many weapons. I could hear the laughter and talk coming from Google and Doctor.

Dark and Warfstache lifted me off of my feet and on to the table. I squirmed as was chained. The four men waited for me to calm down before proceeding.

"(Y/N)," he said sending shivers down your spine, "you're going to listen to what I have to say. Then you're going to do as I'm going to tell you."

"And if I don't?" I already knew the answer, but I could tell Dark wanted me to ask. The gleeful, dark smile that he gave me proved me correct.

"Well then things will be a lot harder," he paused, "on you're behalf anyway."

"What do I have to do?" I didn't want to have to cooperate, but it wasn't an option at this point.

Dark had a frown, "I was hoping you were going to struggle." He shrugged then continued, "But nevermind that. You'll eventually not do something right. I'm getting off topic. Allow me to explain."

To Be Continued