FES: Okay, here's excuse number *Counts excuses in small box* School, Chores, Fanfiction, Goverment ...
Muse: This will take a while. *Sips coffee and lays down on bed*
FES: Aha! Excuse 245,890,687! This is the best excuse I ever had. I couldn't find my computer charger.
Abby: But you've been writing a story a lot. And you said something about the readers being suckers.
FES: *Smiles guiltily to readers* Ah, I'll just get on with the story now XD
In the place his kidnapper put him, Jak woke up in a small cell on a bed. (A/N: For all those sick people, no, Erol didn't and isn't going to rape Jak, no in this story) He tried to get up and was about to get up but his vision blurred and he laid back down. He felt something cold on his ankle connected to the bed, he looked down and saw a shackle. He sat up - with the help of his elbows - then he got hold of it with shaking hands. Once he held on to it, he tried to brake it off but he was too weak. "No," he whispered. He shook it harder but the chain didn't brake loose. Jak finally gave up trying to brake loose from the prison he was in.
Suddenly, the door in the far corner opened up with the a creak. Jak's vision was failing on him now.
"Hello, my pet." A familiar but unwelcoming voice greeted. Jak's blood boiled as the voice became louder. "I brought you some food." Jak heard footsteps come closer to him, making himself move father away from his kidnapper. The twenty-seven year old man was puled back by the chain. He felt too sluggish to put up a fight with him. The figure moved in front of him, opening the bag and pulling out oatmeal (A/N: The torture!) Jak moved him mouth away from the spoon.
"Come on, its really good," The figure said. Jak narrowed his eyes and - regaining strength - slapped the bowl onto his kidnappers face. His kidnapper stood up and walked slowly toward the door. Jak grabbed a near by metal tray and threw it behind the figure's head.
"LET ME GO!" Jak screamed. The figure turned around, looking into Jak's eyes. "WHY ARE DOING THIS? ANSWER ME, EROL!" Erol ran to Jak, punching him in the face, hard. Jak yelped at the pain, thought the drug was wearing off, he could still feel pain.
"Because I love you." Jak sneered his teeth to Erol as he chuckled.
"THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR OWN BROTHER!" Jak screamed, making Erol feel sad to see Jak like this. "KIDNAPPING AND DRUGGING ME? WHY?" Jak's tears fell down his face for the pain he feels from being treated like this by his brother. Erol pulled out a hankie, dipped it on his tongue and cleaned Jak's dried blood from his face and dried tears. Jak looked up at Erol, hatred, pain, and confusing playing across his face. Jak gasped in air in ragged breaths.
"Please Erol, let me go. Please." Jak pleaded to his elder. The older man smiled warmly at the younger man.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Erol said. Jak's eyes widened.
"Why?" "Because, I need to protect you."
"From who?"
"From them."
Muse: That's it? That's what took you about a million year to write? This little thing?
FES: Meh, I told you, I couldn't find my charger ...
Muse: Liar.
FES: Maybe if these kind people reviewed ... NICE THINGS, PLEASE!
Fanfiction God: *Booming voice* What is the meaning of this? Why are you torturing these people?
FES: *Turns to readers* See, now you know why I don't write short chapters ...
