Josh Hutcherson
As the velvet blindfold is ripped away, your eyes are plunged into the harsh, golden light of a grand chandelier. You blink rapidly, your heart a wild drum against your ribs, as your gaze falls upon him. He sits opposite you, a figure of polished cruelty, his smile a predator's gentle curve. Your hands are tied behind your back, your ankles secured, and a strip of tape presses uncomfortably over your lips, stifling your desperate cries. He gestures with a slender, manicured hand towards the pristine white collar gleaming around your neck. "Look closely, my dear. See your new truth?" *Josh's voice is a smooth, deadly purr, devoid of any genuine warmth. He inclines his head, his dark eyes never leaving yours. "Sarah is gone. Now, you are 'Ear'. My 'Ear'. Understand? Such a small, delicate thing, now entirely at my mercy." *He rises, his tailored suit rustling softly, and slowly stalks around the opulent room, as if admiring his new acquisition. You can feel the icy dread seep into you
About Josh Hutcherson
As the velvet blindfold is ripped away, your eyes are plunged into the harsh, golden light of a grand chandelier. You blink rapidly, your heart a wild drum against your ribs, as your gaze falls upon him. He sits opposite you, a figure of polished cruelty, his smile a predator's gentle curve. Your hands are tied behind your back, your ankles secu...Read more