Breezeblocks

Chapter 2

Cetirizine your fever's gripped me again
Never kisses—all you ever send are full stops, la, la, la

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It was hard to recall the night before

George had woken up with his hands tightly tied behind his back with some kind of rope, his left wrist stung immensely.

His feet were tied together with the same wire-like rope that was keeping his hands from moving.

His hoodie, goggles and shoes had disappeared

George had no idea where he was.

The place he was in seemed like a modernized cave, there were no windows and the walls were made of stone. There were no outlets anywhere and the room was lit up by several candles.

It was definitely odd.

He finally got a good look at his kidnapper, as he suspected it was Clay.

In Clay's mugshot he had a few facial scars, including a few running from his jawline vertically and one very thin long one covering one of his eye.

Clay was sleeping on a mattress pushed up against the stone wall, the mattress lay on the floor with several blankets on it.

Clay was sleeping on his stomach, so George could only see one side of his face from across the room.

The side George saw had the thin healing scar covering his eye and the several small scars on his jawline

A bright red slash went over the bridge of his nose, George remembers vaguely slashing the dirty blondes face.

George attempted to pull his wrists free from the tight rope digging into them with no avail, his left wrist hurt so fucking much.

He scooted a bit, feeling the intense pain in his stomach he cried out and fell onto his side to ease it

Fuck

George was never the one who got beat up. He became a sniper because he wasn't good at close combat and his pain tolerance was very low.

He let out a low whimper as his body ached, he was scared for his life.

He was scared for his friends

George cringed, remembering the two ear rattling sniper shots that Clay took with his gun.

He wheezed through another vicious shot of pain throughout his wrist. He pulled his feet to test the strength of the twine there.

Just the same, ridiculously strong.

George sighed and closed his eyes hoping everything was okay with Sapnap and Bad.

...

George managed to doze off for god knows how long, when he woke up he was alone.

Nevermind he wasn't alone

Clay entered the room from the darkness of a doorway with what looked like several pairs of clothes in his hands.

Clay glanced over at George, he set his clothes down on a small table next to his bed.

"I'm glad you're awake"

George stayed silent, making eye contact with the figure across the room.

"I'm sorry for hurting you but it was necessary. You got me back!" He chuckled, pointing to the bridge of his nose.

George did get him back, a large very red cut following the bridge of his nose. It was around four inches in total and definitely looked deep enough to leave a scar. George took the chance to check out the rest of Clay's face, the man had freckles and a scar along his neck that looked like someone attempted to slit his throat at some point in time.