Putting his ear to Lovino's chest, Antonio fell silent to listen intently for his heartbeat. After a few moments of his fear peaking, he finally found his quick and shallow pulse. Relieved, he gave his hurt lover a quick hug then stood up to properly asses the situation. His instinct was to first tend to Lovino, but they also needed to get out of here before Fresco came back.

Pacing the room shortly, he looked quickly from Lovino, to the door, and back to Lovino again. Bringing a hand to his face, he began to nervously bite his fingernails, unsure of what to do. He thought through his options; if he tended to Lovino, he may save him but then Fresco would come back and just hurt him again. But if he were to escape, not only could Lovino die on the way out, but they could be caught by any one else out there and either brought back here, or worse, killed.

Groaning in frustration, Antonio stopped pacing, and decided to deal with Lovino for now. Kneeling down, beside him, he pulled Lovino closer to him and looked over him nervously. What was he supposed to do to help him? With worry clouding his thoughts, Antonio could barely think of anything to do to help his little Lovi at the moment.

Sitting down cross-legged on the cold, hard floor, he gently held Lovino's head in his hands and moved it so it was resting on his lap. Antonio lightly brushed some hair out of Lovino's bruised face. He glanced over Lovino's battered body, seeing what he could tend to first. Carefully observing his wounds, he realized with relief that Lovino would not die from the bruises and small cuts he had received. The only would Antonio was especially worried about was the cut on his cheek, not only because it was deep enough that you could see the bone if you looked hard enough, but also because Fresco had his grubby fingers in the wound, which could cause an infection.

Not having much medical experience, or any medical equipment, Antonio had no idea what to do. So, he ripped off the cuff of his jacket sleeve and, hoping it was clean, gently wiped the drying blood from the cut. He did his best to clean it, though with no water to wet the cloth he was sure it wasn't doing much good. He jumped when he heard a loud and unexpected slam from behind him, his head turning to see Fresco standing in the doorway, blocking the outside light with his body.

Walking into the room, Fresco sent Antonio a wicked smile.

"I was so sure you'd try to escape," He said as he walked closer. Antonio's protective instincts kicked in, letting out a low growl and holding Lovino closer to him as if to shield him from Fresco.

"Why won't you just leave us alone" Antonio hissed, his normally bright eyes dark and narrowed at the large Italian towering over him. Fresco laughed softly.

"Because I haven't had such fun toys in a long time," Fresco barely finished his sentence before Antonio's hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, obviously intending to strangle the life out of him. Choking in surprise, Fresco stumbled backwards, barley catching himself on the doorway to the room. Two guards who had been standing outside quickly came to their boss's rescue, hauling Antonio off of him roughly.

Antonio was stronger than they had though, with adrenaline pumping through him he managed to shove one of the men off of him, but when he was distracted with the other guard Fresco had regained his stability and backhanded Antonio, making him loose his grip on the guard's lapel. Looking into Antonio's eyes, Fresco could tell that this man had murderous intentions(much like himself, mind you) and was not going to be let be free of his bonds any more. Barking orders over his shoulder, he called up the two guards that were now recovered from the attack. Antonio was also beginning to recover however, the hateful glint in his eyes returning.

"Quick fools, tie him back up!" Fresco hissed, barely getting the words out before once more being attacked by the furious Spaniard.

"Why do you do this!? You really think its funny!? To break people!?" Antonio yelled into Fresco's startled face. Trying to shove him off, Fresco found himself once again pinned to the floor by his neck. The pressure was finally released as he watched Antonio be pulled off of him by Fresco's loyal guards. He watched with a smug face while rubbing his bruised throat as the gaurds shoved Antonio down into his chair and roughly tied the rope back onto his wrists and ankles, tighter than before for extra precaution. Fresco, feeling bold, stood and bend down to stand nose to nose with the slowly calming Antonio.

"To answer your question... I do. It is fun to break people, especially people who break like you~" He smirked at Antonio, even after being spit on by the pissed Spaniard.

"Youre awful," Antonio huffed, all energy lost after his adreniline rush. Fresco just smiled. "You havent seen anything yet. By the way," He wiped his face clean of Antonio's spit before continuing.

"It would have been wiser to run.