Pain.

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Jack's POV:

My head was pounding. My heart was beating hard. I could hardly open my eyes. Suddenly there was a sharp pain on my right arm. I could feel the blood trickle down. Blood was becoming all too familiar, even when I've only been for an hour. I think it was an hour?

Mark yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I want you back!"

There was another sharp pain higher on my right arm. I tensed more and clenched my fist.

"F-fuck..." I whispered.

I felt a presence lean towards me. "What was that?"

I tried to lift my head but I couldn't. No noises would come out.

He gripped the back of my neck with a gloved hand. "That's what I thought.

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