Wes woke up sometime later, in the basement room. The pain and stiffness from being beat and tired up was setting in. He struggled against them with no such luck. He submitted around and tired over and over. He strained his arms, wrists, and body as he tried to bend any way to get out of the knots. Still, nothing. He was trapped alone, in a small dark room, with nothing and no one. For the first time he could remember, Wes cried until he was exhausted. He cried so much, he got sick and vomited on the one side of him. The simple tasks of getting emotional and sick was all Wes' body could take. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and once more, fell asleep.
Unbeknownst by Wes, he was only a 30 minute drive from his hotel, just outside the city lines. He had been thrown into the back of a black SUV. The men did so quickly, already seeing the flashing lights and hearing the sirens pierce through the air. Back up on the floor, Drew and Keaton had been handcuffed to their door knobs. Each had a "You may be next :)" note placed in their pockets The cops finally showed up.
They sawed off the cuffs and called an extra ambulance. They went to each room in the hotel to inform them that the hotel would be in lock down for a few hours on account of the famous young singer being missing. Cops searched the area and as word slipped out, #FindWes climbed the Twitter charts. As all this was happening, Drew and Keaton began to come around.
Drew, who had been leaned against the wall sitting up next to Keaton as they waited for the emergency vehicles to make their way through the crowded New York streets, made his way to his feet. He placed a hand to his temple as the pounding headache set in. He looked around, confused, with little memory of what occurred. He staggered over to some guy in a suit who seemed to be directing the show.
"Woah there buddy, you need to go sit back down!" He ordered, holding the unsteady boy up from falling.
"W-where's Wesley?" He asked, his words slurring a bit, almost as if he were tipsy.
"Oh, you don't remember?" He frowned. "We believe he's been kidnapped."
Suddenly, the whole memory came rushing back into focus. The loud noise, the fight, the gun. It was too much to handle, Drew fell to his knees in devastation, at a loss for words. The suit sighed and dropped down next to him, placing a hand on his back. "The-they got away with him?" Drew choked out, tears slowly beginning to slide down his face.
"Wait, I'm sorry, so you do remember?"
"Yeah," Drew said, starring blankly at the floor. "I can't believe it, I can't believe I let this happen." His chest began to tighten and breathing became difficult. It was his fault. The guilt overcame his instinct to remain composed. He dropped his head in his hands and began to cry.
"We'll find your friend, I'm Detective Lorenzo, after you've been checked out, I have a few questions, it'll help find him, okay?" The suit said, gently, waving his hand to sign the paramedics to come over. Drew could only nod.
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"The rules are simple," Jason bellowed as the two captives were led to the center of the pool. They looked around at the numerous items scattered around them. There were different chains, planks of wood, pipes, rope, beer bottles, and Wes could see the glint of a knife in the far corner. "You two will fight till one of you cannot do so anymore. Trust me, you do not want to 'quit' this game. The consequences will be much worse than death. The tools all around may be used. Donnie and me have a bet, you do not want to be the reason that bet is lost. Any questions? No? Start on go."
The two eyed each other up as their hands were uncuffed. Marco was clearly in shape. His muscles weren't disgustingly huge but they were big enough to scare Wes. He could literally see the brute strength the man had. He could also see the fear and devastation. He didn't want to do this anymore than Wes did. The men who led them began to walk away.
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