The Ones For Him

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"We're almost there."

I groaned and heard someone click their tongue. "I think one of them is waking up."

"Just knock them out."

I felt something hard hit my head and whined, feeling pain run through my head as I fell deeper into the darkness.

I woke up again at some point and rubbed my head, opening my eyes. I quickly sat up and looked around the small room that I was in, noticing that the only thing in here was the bed I was on with a toilet and sink in the corner to the right. There was nothing else in the room except for concrete walls that surrounded me plus a door to my left.

My heart began racing and I got up, trying to open the door but it was obviously locked. I ran back to the bed when I heard keys jiggling on the other side of the door and held my breath when the door opened, a tall muscular man stepping in.

"Where am I?"

He smirked, "In Donna's warehouse. She'll be wanting to see you soon."

"Where's Enzo?"

"In a different cell."

"Who's your Donna?"

"Like I said, she'll be wanting to talk to see you soon, so she'll tell you then." He turned around and I got off the bed, jumping on him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, snapping it swiftly.

I searched his pockets and pulled out a pocket-knife, tucking it underneath the thin mattress. I grabbed his keys and looked out of the room, immediately looking up at the ceiling to find a camera watching me. I knew that men would be coming down to get me, so I quickly ran out and called out for Enzo.

"Xavier!"

I stopped running and found his cell which was one row over my own. "Enzo?! I don't have time, but I'll get us out of here, I promise!"

"Master, I-I'm scared..."

"Don't be, we'll get out of here. The others will be coming for us soon."

"Hey!" I looked up and watched two men run towards me.

"I love you, Enzo!"

"I love you too, Xavier!"

I was pushed to the floor and I let the two men take me back to my cell, taking out the body from my room.

"You fucker!" I was punched on my jaw, then kicked in my ribs.

"Hey, we can't hurt him! Donna wants him for herself, remember?" The shorter one pulled his friend away from me, "Come on, let's go."

They walked out of my cell and I sighed once the door closed, laying down on the uncomfortable thin mattress which was on top of a metal hedge like the one back at our warehouse. If this is what it felt like, then I think I'll tell Amir to make the beds more comfortable. I think I'll make the people die as comfortable as they can be, but at the same time, no, because they don't deserve it.

I didn't even know what time it was, or when I was going to eat, because I was beginning to get hungry. I wondered what the food would be. Maybe a nasty sandwich with super stale bread and moldy cheese. I think I would prefer air if I actually got that.

I just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door. I sat up and sat back against the wall, watching a short, thin, younger looking guy walk in with a tray of food and place it down at the end of the bed. He turned around and was about to walk out of the cell, but I called out to him.

"What's your name?"

The guy turned and faced me. "I-I can't say...enjoy your meal."

He quickly walked out and shut the door behind himself, making me sigh as I moved closer to the end of the bed. I picked the squared looking piece of wrap up and ripped it open, pulling out a very bland sandwich. It was just a plane ham and cheese sandwich with two pieces of white bread. There was a small water bottle that sat on the tray with a packet of cookies.