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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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He didn't know how long it had been. All he knew is that it had been way too long.
Food got delivered to Minho every night. He wouldn't eat it, he couldn't eat it. As starving as he was he felt guilty. Evrytime he even looked at the food he felt like he was betraying them. Eating wouldn't benefit Thomas...Newt. The trays of food were left in the corner of the same old dark room with the others, slowly but surely creating a mountain of his stubbornness.
As each day goes on he hopes, he prays that someone will at least make contacts with him. He didn't care who it was anymore. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt...lonely.
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"Ahh ha! Yes...oh uh no..." Minho sighed pacing the the damp concrete. "Tried that already." He said to himself.
Suddenly, his face lit up. He turned his head as if he was about to check if any one was watching. His eyes grew sad as they strayed to the rotting heap to his right. "This better work."
He took cautious steps towards the pile. It was like he was expecting it to attack him. Revenge for leaving it untouched? Minho didn't think it was possible but as he stepped closer towards it he could've sworn it grew...
"Minho!" He said sternly. "It's just food, you love food!" He raised his hand a slapped himself in the face. "Now snap out of it!"
He let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding and reached his hand out to the bottom of the monstrosity.
"Welp...Here goes nothing." He said before pushing the food, not that you could call it food anymore, unwillingly down his throat. He gagged, he chocked. Definitely making a show. His hands grabbed at his throat before collapsing to the floor.
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Minho slowly came back to consciousness. He wouldn't open his eyes, he needed to let this sink in.
"Freedom" He muttered under his breath with a weak smile. "No more food monster, no more being boxed in... no more."
Although he knew he wasn't dead, this euphoria felt like heaven.
He let his hands feel the concrete beneath him...the concrete?
"No!" Minho's eyes burst open and he shot up.
He looked around the room. Everything looked painfully the same as before. He was trapped. He was still trapped.
Then it really hit him. "This is not heaven! This is SHUCKING HELL!"
Minho quickly got to his feet. He swayed a bit. "Woah." He muttered putting a hand to his stomach. "This doesn't feel right."
He bent over and started vomiting.
When he looked up again he wiped us mouth and started searching the ceiling.
"Alright! I give up!" He shouted flailing his arms around, hoping anyone would respond. "Just LET ME OUT OF HERE." He stumbled a bit before reaching for his stomach once more. "Something is clearly wrong with me!" He said trying to stifle a gag. "I obviously need immediate medical attention!"
No one replied.
He frowned and eagerly waited for the satisfaction of his plan to work but the realization of his master plan failing only made him depressed.
Rage quickly entered the front line and he sprinted to the wall where the black screen once appeared and he started hitting at it.
"LET. ME. OUT!" He said between hits. "I HOPE Y'ALL ARE SHUCKING HAPPY!" He took a step back. "I could never imagine watching someone as innocent as me suffer. I mean, you klunkheads must actually be the ones getting tortured. Just watching me do nothing day after day. It must get quite exhausting."
Minho started pacing the small room.
"I mean there's one way you could end all of this. I mean..." He stopped in his tracks. "No, no, no, killing is not the idea I was going for if that thought creeped into your sick minds. No, maybe releasing me? I mean your torture will be over mine will be over, it's a win-win if you actually think about it." He half chuckled to himself but yet again, he was greeted with more insufferable silence.
He grunted in frustration.
"I — I would even settle for any human contact at all! ANYTHING!" He said on he's knees with hands clasped together.
"Begging! Seriously Minho? I expected for Thomas but never you." He said quietly to himself.
Minho sighed then bowed his head down almost in defeat.
"I see how it is." He slowly laid back down on the hard concrete making sure to be as far from his puke puddles as possible. "I can wait."
He put his hands on his stomach only causing it to growl.
