He had been left here to rot. Chains held his hands together behind his back and kept him in his spot in the middle of this room. It was virtually a cold cement prison. They had left an hour ago, but he wasn't done screaming and fighting for a way to get out.

He ran towards the end of his chain like a dog at the end of its leash causing the metal to bite into his wrist painfully. He yelled again in pain and anguish. His voice echoed around the room, giving him a feeling of solidarity. He kept pulling and pulling to the point his wrists bled and felt like they were broken.

Over a few days of being left alone, his arms were swollen and his voice was ragged and hoarse. His will to live was being broken down. Instead of fighting to get away, he sat on his knees and leaned forward to where a constant pull was on him.

He looked up when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He got to his feet and watched as a young man entered the room, keeping close to the wall with a revolver in his hands. The new man didn't notice him as he kept watch for someone. His face was bloody and scratched up. Then, his eyes fell on him. The hammer on the pistol was pulled back as the gun was aimed at the chained man.

"Who are you?" Asked the newcomer.

"... Dembe," the chained man answered after a moment of debating if he should really answer. The other glanced around for a moment. "Who are you?" He questioned, his voice was low and raspy.

"Is anyone else here?"

"I asked you a question."

"I'm the one with the gun. I ask the questions," he stated, getting a glare from Dembe, who sat back down. There was no point in him standing. All it did was put more weight on his arms and shoulders. "Now, is anyone else here?"

Dembe stayed quiet. He simply stared at the bloody man before turning away. The man's face twitched in annoyance. He moved quickly to Dembe, his feet hitting loudly on the floor. The echo was still reverberating when the man had his hand hooked into Dembe's shirt.

"When I ask a question, you answer me."

"Don't try that bullshit with me," Dembe growled causing the other man to furrow his brow. "You might hit me a few times, but it won't be anything I'm not used to."

"Who are you?" Asked the stranger, his eyes a little softer now. He let go of Dembe's shirt.

"I've already told you my name. Now tell me yours."

"... Reddington," he answered.

"Well, Reddington, there isn't anyone else here. They left me here."

"Why?"

"I was no longer of use to them." Dembe answered. Reddington stared and chewed on the inside of his jaw.

"How long have you been around crime?"

"Since I was little," Dembe answered. Red nodded in acknowledgement of his answer. He thought for a little longer before glancing at the chains that held Dembe down. Reddington grabbed the metal and pulled a piece of metal out of his pocket. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you out of here," he answered, picking the lock. The chains dropped to the floor, letting Dembe get up without the weight on his arms. He started to move away, but Reddington hooked his hand under his arm. "You're coming with me."

Author's note...

I'm not really sure if I should continue this or not. If people say that I should, I will.