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Caged

//Trigger warning//

After making sure the painkillers given to him were indeed that, Eddy swallowed them dry in relief. His only hope was that it would take the pain away from his abused shoulder. He should have examined them harder for a sudden drowsiness took over his body causing him to almost immediately slump back against the bed. Before his mind faded to black he took mental note to never take medicine from any of his captors again. He could deal with the pain but not the thought of not knowing what happened to him in his sleep.

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A few hours had passed before his eyes finally opened again. He found himself tucked in neatly under the warm sheets," hmmm" he didn't remember getting in bed, someone must have taken his slumped form to lay down gently. Slowly he stumbled out of the comfy place.

With the sleep fading away from his mind he could focus on more important things. Such as his surroundings.

Adaptation was his biggest weapon at the moment when he had none and his mind was jumbled in disarray," Come on 909, think"

At that moment he didn't feel worthy of his number even as his most prominent identity. How could he with his failures and emotionally driven mouth?

" Ten days." he murmured under his breath glancing around the room, he was in such a lovely place and he was going to ruin it if he had anything to say about it.

The room was something he'd imagine being in for his honeymoon, this was far from his honeymoon. The bed was draped in fine silk sheets, colored red with a black design creating the image of flowers in the stitching, a night stand to either side of the bed made from darkly stained hickory wood with a polyurethane coating causing it to shine, to the right was a large window looking over the gardens below in the courtyard, its curtains matched the deep crimson of the flowery design on the sheets, there was even a door to a bathroom! Near it a dresser most likely filled with spare clothes, towels or sheets. All in all the room was a quiet pleasant scene, except for one thing: It felt as if it were for a lay down lover not for a captive. It made an unsettling pool of anxiety grow at the bottom of his stomach.

At this point he wouldn't be surprised if he found some interesting items in the drawers of the nightstands or in the bathroom to match the theme of the silk. Quickly he tried to get the unsettling thoughts out of his head. This certainly was not the time for his brain to be in the gutter.

" Fuck it! Come on stupid brain, work!" he groaned ,hands ripping at his hair to urge his brain away from his captor and his boyfriend— it would be a different kind of story if Alex was here with him.

Ever so slowly he walked around to quickly scan over the room to think of his options. Nothing came to mind, alarms were on the windows, the air vents, doors, there were even cameras! It made him a bit uncomfortable to find one lingering in the bathroom, but he knew the logic behind it. Most people did stupid things in bathrooms or tried to escape so it's not like Brett could leave it without surveillance but it didn't make Eddy disdain it any less. He was absolutely caged like an animal on display for a sadistic man's game. Two could play at this sadistic game, see who would break first. He glanced to the light hanging from the ceiling to the sheets a grim idea flickering through his now functioning brain," Two can play at this game Mr Yang."

He decided to grab some spare sheets he had found in the dresser not being able to bring himself to ruin the bed display. He straightened his shirt up because the least he could do was make himself look decent for his plan," You always accused me of being rash Brett... I guess you were right."

" I hope you're watching, it doesn't matter much though because you'll find me one way or another," He started tying the sheets together then made a loop at the end, big enough to slip over his head and tighten around his throat by adjusting the knot–it was pretty loose.

Alex always told him he looked pretty with things around his neck, he wondered if Brett would think the same thing. Probably not in this morbid sense," Sounds silly but a lot of people say I have an elegant throat and that it would look good with something around it —pretty weird compliment if you ask me—do you think this is what they meant?"

He eyed the lighting fixture hoping it would hold his weight for this plan to work: His goal was not death but to escape the room.

Eddy pushed the dresser over to where he needed it, lightly opening one of the drawers in a position it would be out of the camera frame, before climbing on top of it so he could reach.

Ever so gently he wrapped the sheets around the ceiling lamp's metal once it was tight enough plus short enough he took a deep breath, holding it close to his throat," I guess this is probably a good time to apologize for all the shit since I probably won't get another chance."

The apology didn't mean anything,he just wanted it to cause emotional pain to Brett, that is if he had any emotions at all, in the case the older male was actually watching him through the lenses.

"Well Bretty that's all I have to say. You win and I forfeit. Wonder if you'll laugh at this failure too? Guess this is an unconventional goodbye. See you again in hell I suppose"

He was always accused of talking too much, all bark no bite but this time he allowed his actions to align with his speech. With that he stepped off, allowing his body to slump, feet instinctually trying to touch the ground but they couldn't reach– unbeknownst to the cameras his feet found perch on the opened dresser drawer as a way not to accidentally strangle himself. Soon his struggling body stilled, head slumped down against his chest with the hope someone would come soon so this would work. Eddy needed it to work.