I woke up to the door creaking open and flipped over, seeing the same short boy from yesterday. He carried a big, plastic container with a tray of food on top and placed it at the end of the bed.

"Good morning..."

"Good morning, Reece. What time is it?" I sat up and yawned.

"It's nine in the morning. The men brought you past eight last night if you were wondering." He turned to me and I nodded.

"Are you going to be able to talk now, or later?"

"I'll come back later since everyone is going to be busy training." He walked to the door and looked back at me, "I left you a pen and paper inside the box so you can write a letter to your boyfriend. I'll come by later and pass it on to him."

I smiled, "Thank you, Reece."

He nodded and quickly shut the door so I opened up the box. I dug through the toiletries and pulled out the pen and paper, setting them on the bed. I put everything else under the bed but used the lid of the container to write on.

I wrote a short letter just telling Enzo that I would find a way to get us out of here and that I loved him. I also made sure to write small so that we would have more room to write back to each other, without having Reece get more paper and having the chance of him getting caught.

I folded the paper and placed the pen inside, tucking it under the mattress of my bed. I would give it to Reece the next time he got here, but for now, I'll just have to eat my breakfast and wait for him to get back.

I looked at the tray and saw that it was just a plain sandwich with cookies and a small water bottle. "Yum..."

I guess food is the exact same for every meal.

Back at the warehouse, we actually treated the people better than this. We would give them more food in return for getting more information out of them. We would give them extra blankets whenever it got cold, and if they were acting extra good and compliant, then we would give them an extra mattress. Here, it seems that they only fed you the same three things twice a day with no snacks. I mean, they even limited the water which is not healthy at all. Unless you decided to drink from the tap, but I'm sure the water wasn't clean.

Now that I think about it, when would we be able to shower? How would we shower? Would we be able to change our clothes? Would they give us clothes?

I actually don't think I'll be able to wait a long time for Amir and the others to save us. Maybe I'll just try breaking Enzo and me out at some point, but I wasn't sure how long that would be until then.

I forced the sandwich down but decided to save the cookies for later when I was hungry again. I only drank half of the twelve-ounce water bottle so that I would be able to save it for whenever I was really thirsty.

I laid down and sighed, thinking about all of the things that were happening, then I thought about me missing my medication today. That meant that I would probably start getting more episodes, attacks, and flashbacks. I would just have to hold myself together and hope for the best, but I knew that the best wasn't what I was going to get. I would just get worse from here on, but that could also help me at an advantage.

If I were to gain the trust of the Jester's Flush's Donna, I'll be able to train and be able to release all of my emotions while training, which will make me fight harder. That will then slowly make everyone believe that I am on Jester's Flush's side when in reality, I'm just training myself so that I can fight them when the time is right. Or maybe Amir and the others will get to Enzo and me before I'm able to do all of that, which I would much rather happen. They'll come here and raid the place, killing every last person of Jester's Flush and torturing them until they're screaming in agony and leaving them to die.

Yeah, I would much rather have the second plan become a reality. Maybe I can even tell Amir to let me torture them all by myself. I knew that if I did, I'd probably blackout during that time like how I did yesterday at school.

Is it weird that I like feeling that adrenaline rush? I only really felt it whenever I was fighting or killing people. That just made me sound psychotic, but maybe I am or I'm just weird like that.

I suddenly felt very anxious and paranoid for some reason. I sat up and looked around the room, knowing that no one could get in or out unless they had a key. I was all by myself, but I couldn't help the feeling that someone was in here, watching me.

I looked around once more but made sure to take a careful look around the room, which was a good idea because I spotted a small camera on the ceiling above the door. I got up and walked closer to it, staring at it for a few moments before walking back to my bed. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the pocket-knife, turning around and moving back to the door.

I flicked it open and looked down at the point before looking back up and throwing it at the camera. The camera easily fell apart and I smirked, picking the knife up from the floor and walking back to my bed. I put the knife back under the mattress and closed my eyes, deciding to take a nap and wait for Reece to come by.

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"I think it's time that you wake up..."

I looked up and quickly moved my head back when I noticed that Mauricio's head was very close to mine. He smirked with a raised brow and stepped back, gesturing his hand out to the boy that was tied to a bar above him by his arms. His feet barely touched the floor, but he almost seemed lifeless since he wasn't trying to keep himself up.

"So, Xavier," Mauricio smiled and picked something up from the table. He held a knife in his hand, flipping it around as he moved closer to the body, "I guess you never really did need my help, huh?"

I tried moving, but looked down at my hands, seeing that they were tied to the chair. My whole body was tied to the chair with rope, making it impossible for me to escape.

"You never needed it, Xavier, but I think your little boyfriend needs your help right about now..."

Mauricio walked closer to the body and pulled his head up, revealing Enzo's face which was all bruised and scratched. He tiredly opened his eyes and groaned as Mauricio pressed the knife to his chest, and dragged it along his chest. Blood dripped from the deep wound and onto the floor beneath him.

"Stop!" I yelled out as tears filled my eyes.

Mauricio chuckled darkly and dropped Enzo's head who whined. "Why should I stop, Xavier?"

"Because...because..."

"Because, why?" Mauricio raised his brow with a smug grin.

"Because you have to, you wouldn't want to hurt me by hurting the ones I love."

He laughed at that, "Do you not remember when I hurt Kai and Quincy? I actually really enjoyed torturing them...a lot, actually. It was fun while it lasted because then your friends had to come and save the day, didn't they?"

I stayed silent and just stared at him until he spoke up again. "I guess I've had enough fun with your boyfriend. Let's take a look at his back, shall we?"

Mauricio spun Enzo around and I gasped, holding in the cry that I wouldn't let slip past my lips. Enzo's whole back was cut up and bloody. He had bigger and deeper wounds on his upper back where his shoulder blades were, his lower back seeming to have something engraved into it.

"Ah, you can't see it from where you are, but it says 'Pet' because isn't he your dog or something? I gave him an official mark to prove that he really is your pet, and guess what? You don't have to pay me anything, take it as a gift from me to you for killing me." He chuckled, then spun Enzo back around, picking up a pistol from the table beside him, "I've had fun with your little pet. I think I'll give him a break and finally end his suffering."

I tried yelling and moving, but couldn't. The next thing I heard was the sound of the gun going off, watching as the bullet went straight through Enzo's head. His body hung limply by his arms that were tied, my eyes moving to Mauricio who was smiling crazily.

"Well, that was a fun time. I'll leave you for a bit so you can grieve." He left the room and I looked at Enzo.

There was no way to describe how I was feeling. I felt like I just lost a part of me. My heart just lost a part of itself and I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't breathe. My eyes stung as more tears flowed out of them.

My whole body hurt and the lump in my throat finally went away as a sob burst past my lips, everything being let out in that single scream of pain.

I woke up with my cheeks wet, my chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace. I couldn't hold back the sobs that escaped my lips, but I didn't care. I cried as hard and loud as I wanted to, praying that Enzo was ok.

After a good amount of time had passed, I was only hiccuping and sniffling, but whenever I thought about that nightmare, more sobs and tears would escape me. I just laid on the bed, waiting for all of this to be just a nightmare, but I knew that it wasn't once I heard the door open and watched as Reece walked in.

He closed the door behind himself and his brows furrowed when he saw me. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and sat up, blowing my nose after I grabbed the toilet paper from my tub. "I-I had a really bad nightmare. It felt s-so real and...I'm not even sure what to do about it, but cry it out."

Reece walked closer and sat on the end of the bed, not saying anything until I was somewhat back to normal. I wiped my face and sighed, clearing my throat.

"Um, I destroyed the camera." I pointed at the wall above the door and Reece turned to me.

"It's ok, no one watches the cameras anyway, plus the men are all training right now. I'm not really sure where Donna is right now."

"What's her name?"

He looked at me, then down at his hands. "I'm not sure. I've never even met her and nobody has ever said her real name."

"Oh," I hummed, then looked back at Reece, "How long have you been here?"

"It's almost been two years now. I left my family-well, I was basically kidnapped and taken away from them. The men brought me here and did the same thing as they're going to do to you and your lover. They trained and brainwashed me to help fight with them, making me believe that they are the good ones. I still do believe that they are good people, even if I know that they aren't, but I can't help it. They did this to me, then when I tried escaping, they brought my family in and killed them right in front of me." He let out a slow exhale, then turned to face me as he moved closer.

"I think it's funny that the soldiers bring you here so that they can train you to stand with them, instead of against them, but they also use your body, then discard you once a newbie comes to replace you."

"What do you mean?"

"The soldiers rape you until you learn that they are the good ones. They brainwash you to believe that whatever they say is true. Sometimes they won't stop until you're no longer screaming or crying and you're just laying there lifelessly, letting them rape you until they're done with you. The bigger, stronger guys get tied down so even they can't fight back."

Dread was the only thing I felt. I felt like crying, puking, screaming, so many things at once, but I felt scared the most.

"How long did you—?"

"I was raped for six months. I kept resisting and didn't stop fighting back until I finally gave up and let them do whatever they wanted with me. They stopped once I wasn't screaming anymore because I wasn't giving them that satisfaction of hearing my pleas to stop. I can't really remember much of that time. It's like I was there, but I wasn't really there, but that's how I would rather have it. I don't want to remember every time they did bad things to me. I don't want to remember how disgusting I was for letting them do that to me. I mean, at least they were nice enough to use condoms..."

Reece chuckled dryly as he wiped his eyes. "I still feel dirty. I can still feel their nasty hands and body on top of me to hold me down from moving. I still get nightmares and even panic attacks when I suddenly feel really scared at times. I get vivid flashbacks and just feel...paranoid, but somehow, the same guys who raped me, are always there to help me. They're always there to calm me down and help me. I've pushed them away, but they would just hit me, then hold me. How ironic, they were the ones to torture me, but they're also the ones to h-help me..."

Reece pulled his knees up to his chest as he covered his face and cried. I didn't know what to do so I just moved next to him and sat back against the wall, listening to him cry as I thought about what he just told me.

From what he's told me, it seems like he might have PTSD like me. The symptoms are similar to my own, so maybe he does have that, but we wouldn't know until he's been diagnosed. Who knows how long it would be until then.

Thinking about what Reece told me, about the men raping the new people, suddenly got me angry. My body warmed up as I glared at the door, my hands curling up into fists. I began breathing heavily and got up, pacing the room to somehow cool off.

There was no way they were going to touch Enzo, I was going to make sure of it. It didn't matter if I get myself killed because I would gladly die saving the ones that I love. I hurt him once and I wasn't going to let him get hurt again. I know that I can get us out of here and I will. I just need a bit of time to think and keep myself calm.

Once I cooled down enough, I sat back on the bed and Reece looked up at me, so I asked why he was telling me all of this. "I believe that you'll get yourself and your boyfriend out of here. I don't want the same things happening to you guys, and for some reason, I just know that you guys are the good people. Your friends are the good ones, not these people."

I gently grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "I'll get us out of here. I want you to come with us so that you no longer have to be trapped here. You'll be free from all of this and you'll get proper help, I promise."

"R-Really? But why? I don't even know you. What if I'm just telling you a bunch of lies to distract you or something?"

"I don't think you're lying. I can see the sadness and fear in your eyes. I saw it yesterday when I killed Sean and I told you to pretend like I was going to hurt you so that those men could take me back down. You avoided their hands from pulling you away from me and it's like you didn't even want to look at them, so you just looked at me while I was taken away. Although I may not fully understand the things you went through or how you feel, I understand how you feel when you suddenly get scared or paranoid. You want it to go away, because you tell yourself that you've moved on, but your mind hasn't recovered from that trauma." I squeezed his hand again and rubbed his knuckles with my thumb.

Reece whined as he covered his mouth and closed his eyes. "I-I want to leave, Xavier. I don't want to be here, but I have nowhere else to go. I'm all a-alone and I'm not sure if I'll be able to survive on my own any longer."

"How about this?" I smiled softly, "Once we get out of here, I'll help you. You don't need to worry about anything else, but yourself. I'll take care of you and in return, I want you to be my friend. I want you to lean on me and go to me for help. I'll be there to support you all the way until the end, and who knows, maybe we'll become best friends."

The smaller boy in front of me smiled, then quickly nodded, throwing himself at me to hug my neck. "I would like that a lot, Xavier. You have no idea how much this means to me, so thank you for that."

I placed my arms around his torso and rubbed his back in slow circles. "No problem, Reece, that's what friends are for."

I felt him smile against my neck before he pulled away and cleared his throat. "I should tell you this before anything happens so that you're hopefully ready. I've heard some of the soldiers talk recently, and it seems like they'll be bringing you and your boyfriend up to the warehouse to talk to the both of you soon. I'm telling you this because I don't want you or your lover to go through the same thing as I did. So when someone else comes to get you, be ready to put up a fight."

He looked at the watch he had on his wrist, then back up to me. "I have to go. I'll take the letter to your boyfriend and I'll come back later when it's dinner time."

I nodded and hugged him once more when he initiated it first. We pulled away and I gave the letter to Reece, watching him walk out of the cell and hearing the door lock.

I sat back down on the bed and sighed, silently praying for my time here to be over.

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Welp, there you go, another chapter.

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