Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ?

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you ok? Freya, don't do that!"
Kat is aware of something prodding her, and she thinks it's the men hurting her, but this prodding feels soft, and there's a meowing in her ear. Kat opens her eyes slightly, but all she can see is white.
Am I dead? She thinks to herself, shutting her eyes tightly again.
"No, no, no, don't close your eyes! Shit, Rob, get over here! I need help!"
Kat hears footsteps crunching on leaves, and feels her pulse being taken.
"She's got a pulse, Rou; I'm sure she'll be ok," the voice - whom Kat assumes is the man called Rob - says to someone called Rou.
"Then how come she's not waking up?"
"I honestly don't know; maybe she's asleep? Try waking her up."
Before the person called Rou can 'wake her up', Kat opens her eyes to see three concerned faces looking at her. The face on her left belongs to a man with mousey brown hair that's all over the place, and he has a little beard of the same mousey brown hair. His dark blue eyes are framed by a pair of glasses that Kat feels like can only belong on a mad scientist. The man's white shirt and grey ripped trousers do nothing to help drive the mad scientist vibes away, and his pale skin highlights the tattoos on his legs. The face in the middle is the white cat, who followed her to the castle and is currently licking Kat's face. Kat weakly reaches up and scratches the cat behind the ears.
"You look exhausted," the man on her right says to her. Kat notices that he has brown eyes and dark brown cropped hair instead of blue eyes and mousey brown hair like his friend, and is wearing a red torn up shirt, green trousers and a silver wedding band on his wedding finger.
"I could say the same about you," Kat murmurs before sleep overtakes her again.

The next time she wakes up, she sees the white cat resting on the man with glasses' lap.
"Hey," Kat says, slowly getting up from the bed that she's in.
"Hey," the man replies, also getting up from the chair that he's sitting in, and sits at the end of her bed.
"Who are you?" Kat asks him.
"I'm Rou; you pronounce it Row like cow, not Roo like moo, by the way," he says with a grin, "and this is Freya." He points to the white cat, who's licking her paws on Rou's chair.
"Where am I?" Kat asks Rou, looking around her room; there's some chairs, a bed that she's sitting in, a dirty blue carpet on the floor, and white paint on the walls that is peeling off to reveal the wooden boards. 
"You're in our house."
"Your house? Are you and that other bloke married?"
Rou chuckles at her.
"Nah, he's got a wife back home. We - Me, Rob, the bloke who's married, and our friends, Rory, and Chris, who's also married - were-" He's cut off by three men entering the room. Freya the white cat trots outside of the room, and Kat instantly feels sad that she's gone.
"Hey, I'm Rory," one of the men - he's wearing a checked shirt, black jeans and trainers, and also has brown hair and eyes like Rob - says to Kat, holding out his hand to shake. Kat shakes it nervously, unsure of whether to trust these men or not.
"I see you've already met Rou and Rob. This is our mate, Chris," Rory says, pointing to a man with curly black hair and brown eyes, who's wearing all black. Chris smiles at Kat, but doesn't say hello, and Kat notices how pale all the men are.
"Now we've told you our name," Rou says, "what's your name?"
"I'm Kat. I'm 24 years old, and...and I escaped! I escaped the castle!" Kat gasps, her memories all flooding back to her.
"What? You escaped the castle? But nobody can escape the castle alive! That's what I heard-" Rob starts to say, but he stops. Everyone falls silent, and the white cat, Freya, scampers into the bedroom and hides under the bed.
And that's when they hear the front door open.