Patrick's POV
I wake up and I'm tied to a chair. Oh God. I'm tied to a chair. I try to move, but I can't. The rope is to tight. The only thing I can move it my head.
I'm in a dimly lit room and I have to squint to see anything as I don't have my glasses. In front of me I see a damp mop of black hair and pale white skin. His breathing is slow, but he's breathing. He moves his head to look up and he looks at me and that's when I realize who it is. His eyes, his bright blue hurt eyes. It's Phil.
I almost started crying. Phil, oh my god, Mark has Phil.
"Phil," I try to talk but my throat closes and tears start spilling over.
"Patrick, it's alright." he says as his voice cracks. "No one has been hurt yet."
"Who...who else is here?"
"Pete," he says "and Alex." he says her name in a whisper.
My heart starts racing.
"What," I'm so scared to ask, but I've got to know "what has he done to her?"
Phil just let's his head fall and he starts crying. I knew that answer, but Phil continues to say it.
"Anything he wants."
And that's when I break. Tears roll down my cheeks like small rivers. It was all quiet, the only thing to be heard was mine and Phil's quiet crying, and it stayed like this for a while. Then I hear a noise beside me. I look over and see Pete starting to wake up.
I see Pete open his eyes and then a scream pierces the air. It's agonizing and torture and sounds on the verge of giving up. I cry and I hear Phil struggling against his restraints but it's no use. All he got was more rope burn on his wrists and ankles. I want to make it stop, I want to go help her, but there's nothing I can do. I feel so useless. I want to scream too, but I know that won't make anything better. I just cry and cry, because I know there's nothing I can do to help her.
The screaming ends and we start to hear footsteps coming towards our direction. I get scared and angry. What does he want with us. I hear a door open in the distance and then close. He walks up to us with a smile on his face.
"Well, it looks like your all awake. Did you enjoy tonight's little broadcast, cause I sure did." Mark says
"You're sick and twisted you know that?" Pete says
"I don't know why you ever thought I wasn't seeing as what happened last time we met."
Pete flinches at the memory.
"I'm actually quite surprised it took you so long to figure out who I was."
"I thought you were dead. How did you survive the explosion?"
Mark was about to answer, but Phil interrupted.
"Wait, hold on sec. You know Mark? What's going on here?"
"Yeah Pete, I'm so lost right now. What's going on?"
"Oh my you haven't told them yet? Wow this is very interesting. Tell me sweetheart, how long did you think you could keep this a secret?" Mark asks as he walks closer to me.
"Forever." Pete says
"Well I thought you might've at least told your handsome lover." Mark says as he runs his hands across my shoulder. I try to move from his touch, but I'm stuck in one place by these restraints.
"Don't you touch him." Pete says as he struggles against the restraints.
"Or what? You'll kill me? Cause we all know how well that worked last time." Mark continues to run his hands across my body. I keep trying to move I hopes I find a weak spot in the chair or I'm able to loosen the restraints.
Mark's hand leaves my body and he turns his attention back to Pete.
"I think you should tell them the story of how we met first, before we continue on with anything here." and Mark leaves to go grab a chair and sets it down at my side directly across from Pete. Once he's comfortable he says "So go on Pete tell them the story."
