I wake up, safely tucked in Robin's arms. "Good morning, Finn," he smiles, gently kissing my forehead.
The phone loudly rings. "Fuck you," I groan as I look over to the phone.
I slowly pry myself from Robin's arms, walking up to the phone.
I pick it up and hold it to the phone. "aHello?" I sigh. "Hi," a soft voice says from the other line. "What's your name?" I softly ask. "I don't remember," he sighs. "It's the first thing you loose."
"When?" I mumble. "You know when," he responds. I recall all of the victims in my head. "Griffin, your Griffin stagg," I say. "I didn't really know you,"
"Nobody did," I could hear the small waver in his voice.
"Don't go upstairs," he says. "He hasn't been sleeping,"
"Why hasn't he killed us, yet?" I ask. "Because you haven't played the game," Griffin says. "What game?" I question. "Naughty Boy," he sighs. "If you don't play the game he can't get to the next part, and the next part... is his favorite part,"
"What's the next part?" I ask. "You. Don't. Have. Much. Time." He explains before the line goes dead.
"Who was it?" Robin asks, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Griffin," I smile as he rests his head on my shoulder.
"I can't wait to get out of here," I sigh, leaning on to him. "Are your bruises any better?" He asks. "They still sting," I shrug.
"I'm scared, Robin," I admit, looking away from him. "So am I, Amor," he sighs, pressing a small kiss to my neck.
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De TodoRobin was walking to the store, or at least he was before he went missing. Robin Arellano went missing two weeks ago. Nobody knows if he's dead or alive. Finney was looking with asearch party for Robin. Suddenly, a black van pulls up to him. He pus...
