Captured - Ch. 3

This place, this facility, it was run by many people and the age ranges of those employed within the establishment went from the age of fifteen to twenty-eight. There were more females than males and any males involved were likely over eighteen. They all had different jobs within the place and came from different countries. Some were even forced into the work, but they enjoyed it. They enjoyed every minute of it.
Down the hallway from where Jinxx, Ashley and CC remained, there was another door and opening that door created the view for another hallway. The walls of every hallway were pure white and the lighting was bright too, yet most rooms were decorated with the colour black everywhere and everyone who worked there wore black too. Down that other hallway though at the very end there was another door. It was a 'grooming room' and it was occupied by one band member. Also within that room were two females, one that had to be around the age of sixteen and the other nineteen.
“He is still unconscious,” the younger of the two females said in a light French accent, standing there by the door about ready to leave. “And wow, he looks even more attractive in person than he does in the photographs.”
“To me, he looks ugly. I much prefer the Mexican in the other room. I've never heard his band before, but he's adorable and I would willingly cuddle him forever,” said the older female, adjusting her mask. She had an American accent.
“He is okay, I suppose. By the way, what is this that Andy is covered in? Is it blood?”
“No, it's ketchup. We bathed him in tomato ketchup before we put him in here.”
“Oh. I am sorry, I do not understand. I am still new here and this puzzles me. Why was he bathed in ketchup? I am still unsure of the purpose of this job,” the younger frowned slightly, pushing down her hood and approaching the unconscious body of Andy who was laid across the white table in the middle of the room. She trailed her fingers along his cheek then toyed gently with his bottom lip with a single finger.
“You'll learn why within time, and please, we were told not to mess around with the band members unless granted permission. Stop playing with his lip.” When that was said, the younger girl moved herself away from the unconscious band member, shifting back towards the door.
“I am sorry. I should leave. I believe I was supposed to be locating the escapee anyway,” she said, nodding her head as she opened the door and swiftly left down the hallway. The older female stared towards the door as it closed itself before glancing back towards the twenty-two year old on the table. She then gently tapped his cheek.
“Andy Biersack,” she said softly. He made no movement and she watched his bare chest and stomach, watching it raise and lower with each gentle breath. “Well, at least you're alive.” She moved his hands from over his stomach and rested them at his sides, tying them down to the table. She then moved to tie down his legs to the table and after she done that, she noticed him move and let out a grumbling sound. His face scrunched up and she sighed as he opened his eyes and then immediately closed them again because of how bright the lights in the room seemed.
“Shit,” he grumbled, trying to move his hands. “What the..?!” That's the moment she walked over and placed a finger over his lips.
“Sssh,” she hushed him softly, keeping her eyes on him. “Don't struggle, sweetheart. There's no point.”
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“You can just call me Vee.”
“Okay, Vee, why the fuck am I strapped to a God damn table??”
“Usual procedures,” she sat up on the table next to him, toying with her hood before lifting her hand up to raise her mask up and off of her face which also released her long blonde hair down her back. Her skin was pale and her rounded cheeks were covered in faded freckles. Her dark brown eyes stayed on him as she inspected his facial features before a smirk pulled at her lips. “You know, this is really an interesting situation because I despise that you exist and here I am, sitting right next to you and you are unable to move. It's funny that right now, if I were to wield a dagger in hand, I could quickly just slit your throat, but I promised myself I wouldn't do that.”
“You couldn't even if you tried,” he growled, glaring at her. He felt so drowsy at this point and he honestly thought that he was going to end up passing out again. “Why am I stained a pinkish red colour?”
“Ketchup bath,” she stated, running her fingers along from his throat all the way down to his belt buckle. He just watched her, keeping a scowl clear on his face. “You were bathed in ketchup.”
“Was I completely naked?”
“You needn't be concerned over whether you were clothed or not. Although, thinking about it, you were naked for a very brief moment before we shoved a towel around you. I wasn't impressed,” she shook her head and glanced off towards the door.
“Yeah, of course you wouldn't be impressed by my d-”
“I'm never impressed by anyone's.”
“Then you're just plain weird,” Andy snorted, unsure of whether to feel hurt that she wasn't impressed or glad. “Now, enough dick talk. What is this place and am I going to die?”
“It's not weird, Andrew. It's more so me sticking to my sexuality,” she huffed. “This place is a playful facility for fans and band members, along with haters and band members I suppose. We have captured quite a few bands now and the media has yet to discover the location of any missing band members. We've had a few close scrapes with Dahvie Vanity nearly making it out, but that's about it. No one knows where you are. For all they know, you could actually be dead. Fun, right?”
“No, that's horrible,” he scowled, watching as she began to undo his belt. “What are you doing?!”
“Readying you for your one piece suit,” she said, tugging his belt off. “Hmm, maybe it would be best if I let the larger men deal with you and dress you. They'd be able to control you much easier than I'm able to.”
After stating that, Andy just shook his head at the situation. He was confused and this Vee girl wasn't making him feel any better about all of this. He watched her put her mask back on and hide her hair in the hood. She said nothing as she stood up and walked towards the door. He grunted and struggled.
“You can't just leave me here! Untie my hands!”
“I can do whatever the hell I like, sweetheart,” she smirked, opening the door. “The guys will be in here shortly ready to pamper you up and then you'll get sent to your holding room. It's likely you'll either be alone or with your band mates and if you are not with your band mates, then I suggest you pray for their return to you. There's a lot of bad people in this facility. Fuck the 'no harming the band members' rule. That rule should be removed entirely. I'll never follow it.”
And with that, she was gone. Andy was left lying there, pondering his thoughts. He honestly felt abandoned, lost and thrown away, as if he wasn't needed so he was stuck here in this place. He felt brought down from the skies of happiness, quickly shoved into the basement of depression with the key to the lock on the door no where in sight. There were some pretty mean, violent thoughts dashing through his mind at this point, some more harsher than others. He wasn't quite sure what to think and in that moment, all he could do was rest his head back on the table and close his eyes. All he could do was wish that he'd close his eyes and open them a few seconds later to have the view of the bus's ceiling as he laid there comfortably in his bunk.
It wasn't going to happen though, was it? Him waking up from a nightmare. No, this wasn't a nightmare. This was real, as twisted and weird as it was. He may be an atheist but right there and then, he was tempted to pray for his safe return in hopes that there may actually be a higher power there in the sky that would grant his prayer to come true. Of course, he didn't give in to that for his beliefs that there was no higher power were too much.
After lying there for another few minutes in complete silence, the door to the room opened and in came three men, all in their mid twenties. They approached the table, removed the ties from Andy's legs and wrists before simply pulling him up to sit up. They remained silent as they moved him and he, still feeling drowsy, struggled to try and get free. They gripped him harder and one of them ended up gripping his hair and pulling his head back.
“No struggle,” he said in a deep, dark voice. It sounded as though this man was speaking in slightly broken English and his accent sounded quite Russian. “You no struggle now. We clean you. We dress you. You no struggle and we can have friendly terms. If you struggle, you will feel pain.” Of course, even with these words, Andy stubbornly continued to protest and struggle.
“Just let me go you stupid fuckers!” Once he said that, the one yanked his hair harshly and wrapped a hand around his neck, causing him to wince and cough. Another forcefully removed his jeans and the third man approached with a white bodysuit, most commonly known as a 'onesie'. Andy, who was currently being held by the neck and hair, gave up with the struggling, deciding that he'd just comply and let them dress him in this onesie. First, before they did that, they reached down to the bucket that they brought in and pulled out a sponge, scrubbing his skin. This made him squirm and struggle more but he was immediately hushed by a squeeze to his neck that made him wince and cough again.
He didn't like this at all, feeling overpowered and unable to move where he wanted at his own terms and now he had to wear what they wanted him to wear.
With the onesie finally pulled on completely, he was forced to stand up which seemed like a simple enough task but from lying down for so long, he was a little wobbly. They kept a hold of his arms and pulled him towards the door. It was planned that they'd take him to another room in another part of the place. Before exiting the room, the one that spoke before gripped Andy's face and forced him to make eye contact, making a grunt escape him. All the twenty-two year old did was scowl at him, feeling constantly angry about everything that was going on.
“Behave as we drag you through hallways or I will break that girlish face of yours with a single punch,” the man said in a dark tone, glaring. After removing that grip to his face, they were out of the grooming room and off down the long hallway.
Through the entire walk, Andy kept his head hung over in an ashamed manner, refusing to look up or make any eye contact with those that passed by.