A/N: Folks, I have to apologize for my rest yesterday. My eyes got blurry last night which scared the heck out of me. Anything in the distance became unclear. My eyes are sensitive because I can see what others can't. A little change transformed into a huge issue for me.
A body was thrown in, motionless after hitting the floor. The men, who laughed evilly shut the door and walked away, not stopping their remarks.
The man inside regained energy and wiggled his way toward the body with worries as he hissed subconsciously. He didn't dare to confirm his fear as he crawled closer.
The body wasn't moving. If not for the slightest ups and downs on the chest, indicating her breathing, the man would have thought his partner was really gone.
"Hey," he whispered. "Please talk to me."
"Just don't talk." A female voice moaned. "Let me take a rest."
"No, don't…. Talk to me." The man with bruises and wounds on his body and his face urged.
