Locked up and tortured but refusing to sell out the people he loves, Nathan tries to flip the loyalty of an old friend in the hopes they'll help him escape.
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Just when Nathan...
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The sound of Shane panting and me getting punched echoed through the massive room. My head was aching, and I had a hard time focusing on what he said. I think he was trash-talking me again, but honestly, I was pretty done listening to him.
Also, who hits someone they're interrogating in the head? That's just bad form.
He finally stopped, but nobody took me back to my cage. My hands were chained behind my back. I couldn't remember when they had fed me. I was so hungry and felt weak. I kept staring down at the floor, watching my blood drip down on the hard concrete. I heard footsteps, but I was too tired to look up.
Someone tipped my head up, and I looked into a pair of very dark and blue eyes. My stomach turned when I realised they weren't Che's, but Birdie's.
"Drink this." He brought a bottle up to my mouth, but I just let the content spill down my chin. I was not drinking his water again. Last time it had been filled with drugs. Everything they gave me was drugged. "It's just water. You need to drink something."
"Fuck off," I murmured hoarsely.
"Yeah, I will, when you've drunk this." Birdie sighed, annoyed. I spat the water out on the floor and turned my head away. "Have you just given up? You're going to die if you keep refusing to drink."
"Then let me," I whispered and closed my eyes. "Let me die."
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Back in my cage, I shifted and lied down. It's easier to keep warm when you're covered in fur. I placed my head on top of my paws and sighed deeply.
I felt safer like this. The animal inside of me was protecting me. I didn't feel so alone when I thought about him. The animal.
I was slowly losing my mind here. My days were all the same. I was woken up when the agents hauled me out of the cage. Then Shane would beat me until I lost consciousness. Back to the cage. If I was lucky, that was it for the day, but sometimes Shane wasn't done with me.
I'm not done with you yet... I could almost feel Che's hands on me. I clenched my eyes shut and tried not to think about him. It was becoming too hard. Too hard to think about him. And Nat for that matter. I couldn't think about them anymore without everything hurting. I just wanted the pain to stop. I just wanted everything to stop now. I was done. I didn't want to keep going anymore. I just wanted everything to be over.
