Brian's POV:

I woke up strapped into a chair with my arms and legs chained down so I couldn't move. At all. Where the fuck is Brock at? I asked myself. I was in a big room that had barley anything in it. All it had was the chair I was in. A man in a business suit came in the door wearing a giant grin on his face. "Hello Brian. You might remember me. Does the name Sark ring a bell perhaps?" I stared at the man and widened my eyes. "Um yes" I say looking down at the floor. He smiled and said "I am so glad!" He grabbed me by the neck and tightened his grip. "YOU FUCKING RUINED MY LIFE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Sark yelled. "Look sark I am so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" I plead. "Don't even apologize I got my my own man now you might even know him." I look at him and say, "Who the fuck is it?" Sark walks over and whispers in my ear. "MARCEL?! IF I FIND THAT MOFO I WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!" "No you are not unless you want Brock to be murdered." I grind my teeth and say "Touch him I dare you!" I spit on his suit but he just flicks it off. "I was so stupid to fall in love with you, Brian" and with that he walked out of the door. Before he could get away I secretly got one of his keys to get out of the chair.

Brock POV:

Sark? As in Brian's secret admirer from high school? Shit just got real.
"SARK?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO BRIAN YOU FUCKER?" I yell. "Simply nothing. I haven't touched him. Yet. But if you want to find him all you gotta do is look." After that he was off. I have to find Brian before sark gets to hurt him! I open the cell door and quietly sneak around.