New chapter, tell me wha tyou think?

oh and italics are flashbacks.

Lucas's eyes fluttered before finally opening all the way. He winced at the pain he immediately felt when trying to lift up his head. His body was sore, and it seemed every time he tried to even move an inch sheer pain would come shortly after, causing Lucas to groan.

He looked around and saw his surroundings. He was in a small, plain room. There was a cot, which he laid on, and a small drawer with a lamp on it. As he lay there he tried to remember where he was, and why he was there, and why the hell he was so sore.

He closed his eyes and recalled what he could remember...

"Hello Lucas. Let's chat..."

Lucas tried to yell, but after making a sound the man he stared out lifted his arm, and wailed him right in the face.

"I think it would be best, if you didn't do that." the man smiled, showing his yellow rotten teeth.

Lucas cringed at the site.

"Boss, I think we should go. We've been here long enough."

The man referred to as "boss" nodded in agreement and started to walk away as Lucas felt himself being dragged in the same direction.

Lucas using all of his might kicked his legs up and tried to fly up. However, it seemed as the men predicted it. They slammed him down and tied him even tighter. Lucas felt his legs tied together, and his wrists. The knots were getting tighter and tighter every time Lucas moved. However, he tried to fly up once more. Even though he was tied he could still fly. He couldn't let those men take him. He couldn't.

Lucas was grabbed by his legs and thrown into the counter, causing pieces of it to break off. Lucas yelped in pain, his right arm was now throbbing.

However, the men were not done.

They each took turns kicking and punching Lucas, until he was barley conscious. Blood was dripping down his face. He could feel it oozing down his neck, and he could feel the stickyness of it on is wrists.

"Keep him alive." the boss had called out to them.

They nodded and lifted Lucas up by his hair and looked them in the eye. He shut his eyes tightly to try and hold in the tears. As tough as he was, he was hurting unbelievably bad.

The man slammed Lucas's head against the table, and with a thud Lucas felt the pain shoot all over his body, he whimpered and slowly fell out of consciousness.

Lucas shuddered with fear remembering that. What did those men want? How did they know him? And most scary of all, what were they going to do with him?

Lucas using all of his might finally got himself to sit up and walk over to a cracked mirror hanging crooked on the mirror. He looked into it, seeing the cuts and bruises all over his face.

Limping back to the bed he sat as softly as he could before taking a deep sigh.

Where ever he was.

Whoever they were

Lucas knew he was in trouble, and he had to get the hell out of there.