On The Other Side

Chapter 10 - Trapped

GEORGE
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My body aches, and I struggle to open my eyes amidst the throbbing headache. I find myself sitting down, my back resting against what seems to be a pole. The world around me is hazy and disorienting.

As I attempt to move my hands to my eyes to rub them, I realize that I can't move them, and panic surges through me. My eyes shoot open, and my heart races as I remember what happened. The fear and anxiety intensify, causing my breathing to become heavier, and a wave of dizziness washes over me.

I try to move my arms as I realize my wrists are handcuffed together, secured to the pole behind me. I take a deep breath, trying to regain some composure and calm myself down. My heart is still racing, but I try to focus. With a sense of hurry, I look around, desperately searching for any sign of Clay, hoping he's nearby and safe.

As I observe my surroundings, I realize that I am in an underground room with cemented walls, floor, and ceiling. The only source of light comes from a small window at the top of one of the walls. The lack of illumination casts the space into darkness, adding to the feeling of isolation.

Amidst the darkness, I spot a wooden chair tucked away in the corner of the room. My mind races with questions. My thoughts are consumed by the need to find Clay and ensure our safety.

What did I get myself into?

My mind races, grasping at any possible solution to help Clay and me break free. However, not knowing where we are and without any weapons, the odds of escaping seem impossible.

As I sit on the icy-cold floor, shivers run down my spine. A pang of pain reminds me that my lip is bleeding as I unknowingly lick it.

I hope Clay is okay.

The ache in my legs is relentless, and a constant ringing fills my ears, making each moment more challenging than the last.

What should I do?

Without a second thought, I shout, "Help me!" But the instant the words leave my lips, regret washes over me like a tidal wave.

I glance down at my lap, struggling to free my arms from the tight grip of the handcuffs. "Fuck!" I mutter, realizing my mistake as they now know I'm awake and aware of the situation.

I continue my desperate attempts to break free from the handcuffs, but my efforts remain in vain.

My heart sinks as I hear the sudden noise of keys jingling, and my attention snaps to the door as it slowly opens.

My heart pounds louder as Pablo enters, his usual grin sending chills down my spine. The door closes with a thud, and I feel the weight of his nasty presence pressing on me. Tears well up in my eyes as I watch him lock the door.

"What did you do?" I hiss, and a tear rolls down my cheek. Pablo approaches me with an unsettling calmness, gazing down at me without a hint of remorse. "Where's Clay?" I cry out, desperation lacing my voice as fear grips my heart.

I don't want to look vulnerable, but as much as I try to hide it, vulnerability is a part of me, especially when it comes to the people I love.

"Stand up," he commands with a firm, resonant voice, sending shivers of fear through my body.

I shake my head, attempting to wipe away my tears with my shoulder, as I realize that I can't stand up even if I want to, my legs aching too much. The pain makes any movement seem impossible.

As I stare at the ground, I see Pablo crouching down in front of me in the corner of my eye. Even though I know he's looking at me, I don't look at him. Avoiding eye contact becomes my shield against the power he holds over me.