Alfred looked up at Feliciano. His wrists hurt from being bound, his eyes were huge…pleading, begging. It seemed like eternity since he had seen the outside world. His eyes followed the pacing Feliciano. He stared so intently at him, as if he were trying to will him to set him free. At this point, after three long, horrid months, he felt as if he would never see the light of day again. Feliciano seemed to have developed a personality differing from his usual, ditsy self. He developed a sadistic love for Alfred, or so it seemed. Nothing Alfred said could help him evade the pain that Feliciano brought to him. He sighed and hung his head as Feliciano seemingly casually strolled up to him. He knelt beside him and smiled warmly. "Well, Alfred, I think you'll be happy to know that I have decided that this punishment is over with…"
Alfred blinked and he held back a hopeful smile. "You mean…you mean you'll let me go, right?"
"Oh, no, no, no…I said that this punishment is through with."
Alfred's hope faded fast. He knew that something more was coming his way if he was allowed to roam without the bindings keeping him stationary. He knew that Feliciano had more in store for him. So much more…and there didn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel. Alfred sighed and looked down as the bindings were cut, the rope burns so bad there was blood on the rope itself. He could hardly move his arms and wrists, they hurt so badly. Feliciano watched as Alfred struggled. He sighed and smirked a little. He sat in front of Alfred, leaning forward to pet on him. Alfred grit his teeth to hold in emotions. His heart was hopeless…there must be a way out of this situation, Alfred thought. And as Feliciano stroked his hair, he was thinking of possible ways out of this insane asylum.
…if there is a will, there is a way, Alfred thought…and there is definitely a will.