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Post by Liechtenstein on Oct 16, 2010 14:52:16 GMT -8
The first thing that Lovino was aware of was a cold drip of water hitting him on the cheek. Everything came back to him then - how just as his date with Antonio was starting, he'd turned to say something to his... boyfriend?... when a bag was thrust over his head and in the ensuing shouting and scuffling he was hit over the head and then... nothing.
Wherever he was... it was dark and damp. Not that he'd be able to really tell if it was dark, what with the blindfold over his eyes. He was sitting on an uncomfortable wooden chair, arms tied behind him and he could hear footsteps. It sounded like there were hundreds of people wherever he was! Gulping, he was suddenly panicked. Shit. Fuck. He recognized the bag method - the Family he'd run with before he'd ran away used it to kidnap people all the time.
And... despite how terrified he was - because most likely, he was going to die soon, as he was a deserter - the next thing that popped into his mind was...
Was Antonio okay? He hadn't been able to see what had happened to his Captain after the bag was over his head - and he didn't have Cortez on him at the time... was he dead? Injured? Coming to save him?
God, he hoped... he prayed that he was coming to save him.
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