Antonio had his eyes shut tightly, trying despretly to will him and Lovino out of their current situation. He flinched everytime Lovino would call his name, scream, or groan in pain, his own heart wrenching with each pitiful sound. He felt powerless agaisnt the bonds keeping his hands still, and no matter how hard he tried to break them, they would not budge. He could feel wet warmth on his palms, which could either be blood or sweat, he didn't know nor did he care at the moment. He was too focused on desperately trying to formulate a plan out of this place. But with Lovino's weakening cries for help, he was having quite some difficulty with the task.
Fresco seemed to be getting bored, as he finally let Lovino drop to the ground with a solid thunk. Antonio flinched at the noise, but dared not open his eyes. He heard Fresco walking towards him, his heavy footsteps echoing eerily around the almost empty room. He bent down close to Antonio's face.
"Having fun?" He asked mockingly. Antonio responded softly, and evenly.
"Lots, actually. Ive been having much fun planning on how ill kill you after you let us go."
Fresco laughed, a loud barking sound. "Ha! Good luck with that, boy. Even if id ever let you go... you'd never catch me," He sneered.
Antonio tensed. "What is that supposed to mean? Y-you said 24 hours, then you'd let us go!" He said, panicking.
"Yes, Ill let Lovino go. As in, ill stop beating the poor boy in front of you. I never said you'd be free to go home though." He chuckled, seemingly proud of himself. "Oh no, i wont let you go till i get my damn money!" He hissed the last words angrily in Antonio's face.
Antonio let his shoulders sag in defeat, not wanting to talk about money he didn't have. "How much longer until you'll leave Lovino alone...?" He said, sounding tired. Fresco looked at his watch.
"Hm.. 2 hours." He said, ignoring Antonio's gasp of horror. He continued talking, "But don't worry, I guess ill give you two a break. I need to go do some other business anyway." The large Italian started walking to the door in which all of them had entered.
He called to the other two suited Italians in the room. "You two; untie both of them. But don't let the Spaniard get you, hes pissed, i can tell. Lock the door on your way out," He said as he left the room.
The two Italians walked over to Antonio and Lovino, undoing each of their bonds. They both left quickly, locking the door behind them. The first thought in Antonio's mind was not escaping though, he was much more concerned about Lovino's well being at the moment.
As soon as his bonds were off, he leaped off of the chair and knelt beside Lovino, who was laying unconscious on the floor. Holding him close, he listened for Lovino's heartbeat.
Weak and fast.
