Rescue me [Hamilton fanfic] (Complete)

Ch. 4

                             *ALEX'S POV*
MENTION OF TORTURE AND AT THE END IS A LITTLE BIT SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THAN DON'T.  Have a great day and thank you for reading this
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     I'm in excruciating pain. It's pretty much the only thing on my mind. I don't even know how long it's been since I got kidnapped but I think it's been a few days...The redcoat soldier has tortured me to get Washington's attack plans. He thinks it'll work but like I said, I would rather die than give answers to him. Being in my current state though, it seems that it will actually kill me.

     The redcoat is trying really hard to get me to talk. Shoots me, stabs me...You name it. He just does it places that won't kill me, like...my foot and then leave it to the pain to...torture me. I also haven't had anything to eat or drink in whatever amount of time I've been here. With the combination of no food, water, and a lot of lost blood, I feel extremely sick, exhausted, and dizzy. I've probably vomited around.. 3 times within the past few hours.

   I'm still tied up in this stupid chair. I really wish I had a weapon but I guess when I was knocked out, he took my stuff. At the time, I'm alone in this room. I guess it was a break... But Im Bleeding, I have bruises, wounds, and a broken leg, arm and who knows what else is broken. I'm just sitting here in pain wanting this all to just be over.

   I miss everyone. I miss Herc, I miss Laf, I miss John. I even miss Burr's annoying lectures on why I should "talk less and smile more." Well maybe not that much...I really miss Washington. If I could just hear him call my name or call me son and get me out of here, that would be amazing. I wonder if he's worried... I wonder if my friends are worried.

    But what if they're not? They could just not care... They could just leave me here to die. My mind was racing on bad scenarios. I was starting to panic. Ok, ok, think happy thoughts  Alex. They could also be worried and looking for me right now. That would be great.

My head snaps up as I hear the door creak open. "Ready to talk Hamilton?" The redcoat was back. "Mmm!" I tried to talk but the gag is still in my mouth. He pulls it down to hear my answer. "I w-will never tell you anything you British bastard." I said trying to talk through the pain, fear and tears stinging my eyes. I managed to keep an emotionless face.

"You do realize they aren't coming right?" He says with a satisfied smirk. "What?" I was confused. " Your "friends" aren't coming for you. If they cared, they would be here by now. It's been 2 days." "Whether they come for me or not, I'm not telling you anything." The red coat seems to be getting frustrated with my defiance.

    He probably thought that I would tell him by now, but he was wrong. He again, shoved the gag in my mouth and took out his knife for what seemed like the hundredth time. I squeeze my eyes shut bracing for the upcoming pain. After a minute, I feel a warm liquid slowly running down my back. Of course...My blood. "Mmm!!" I screamed behind the gag. I couldn't hold back the tears that were once only threatening to fall from my eyes. I got more and more dizzy by the second. My ears were ringing and my head was pounding. My world was slowly fading.

Oh god, please tell me someone's coming. I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Please...someone Rescue me...

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