Barry's POV
This isn't good. This isn't good at all- where… where am I? What happened… my head hurts so much. Footsteps. I hear footsteps. I try yelling for help, but was only greeted by the feel of my lips moving and no sounds coming out. The thing on my neck buzzes, and I can see a soft green hue in the dark room. The footsteps slowly- terrifyingly come closer, until the door is pushed open.
My hands and legs were tied, so all I had to do was wait. I was hopeless, at whoever did this to me's mercy.
To my solemn relief, lights flickered on. My eyes took a couple seconds to adjust, after being the dark over and over.
A man with light brown hair, just about shoulder length, was leaning in the doorway with a playful smirk on his face. On his beautiful face. Man, his face was beautiful. Like model-L'Oréal-beautiful. (#CiscoForL'O'rèal) Gosh, you stupid idiot. Now is definitely not the time to be thinking about stuff like this.
The man looked over me for a bit, as if sizing me up. His brown eyes looking at me sent shivers down my spine.
"You are Barry Allen, correct?" He pulled one of the fold-up chairs in the corner of the room, sitting down across from me.
The way he said it made me think he probably already knew and just wanted to see if I would lie.
"I-I'm him." I confirmed shakily, at least glad I could talk again. Damn it Barry! You sound like a scared child!
"Good. Straight to business then. I'm Cisco Ramon. I work for the underground police."
"I work for the police- there's no such thing, Mister Ramon." I shook my head. "No such thing." This is not happening.
Cisco smiled, amused. "Barry, you can't lie to me. I know about you, and you know about me. About my job. I can't let that slide, Barry."
I squirmed in my seat. "I-I don't know… ab-about… anything…"
Cisco leaned in, softly whispering in my ear. "This'll all be over much quicker if you would just cooperate, Barry."
The man's breath was hot on my skin, making me shudder against my will. "I-I-I don't- I don't know."