Feliciano shivered. His limbs felt cold and dead, and he didn't really feel like moving. It wasn't like he could, either way. Antonio was slumped beside him, and it was getting cold again. He was sure by now his ears and nose where blue, but he couldn't be positive.
He shuddered again as he felt a drop of something land on his shoulder.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Again and again. It was raining. It felt like needles against his skin, and he found himself wondering how fate could be so cruel. Why did it have to be him, why Antonio, why Romano of all people? He knew Roma would be so scared for them. Every picture -that's what he thought now, with those flashes every once and a while- every video call, he knew Romano would be closer and closer to just breaking.
He hissed as he shifted, feeling his leg burn from the pain. He wasn't sure if the wound and already started to heal, or if it was infected. Either way, he didn't care much. He just wanted to sleep without being woken by cold or pain, or hunger.
He wasn't sure how much time passed until he heard a splash. Thud. Thud. He didn't move. He didn't care. He didn't want to cry, but instinct egged him to. He heard Antonio grunt. Was he moving? Could he see?
Antonio cried out, and instantly Feliciano began to quiver. He cowered instinctively, feeling someone grow close. Within moments they had wrapped their fingers among his hair, another hand snatching his wrists. He was hauled out his feet.
He wanted to collapse. His leg felt as of it was going to fall off. He was forced to limp to the far wall, and then up a narrow flight of stairs, and then around a corner, down more stairs. At this point he was crying, it hurt so much. He was sure he was bleeding everywhere. He was surprised he hadn't screamed. He whimpered as he was pushed through a door, and within seconds he collapsed from the strain of standing.
He began to cry, hearing Antonio shout something, but it escaped his ears as his mind was filled with ringing, a rapid ringing. He could feel hot blood puddle beneath him from his newly opened wound, the skin stretched apart again, from walking, and it hurt so damn bad.
He gritted his teeth in a weak attempt to not cry out as he was pushed over to a corner, against the wall. He could feel tiny bumps and such in the cold wooden floor, digging into his skin. He shivered as he was left alone, and he heard a door shut. As a chill settled over his skin, he became aware of presences nearby. Maybe three others, near the far wall, on the floor. Toni was seated next to him, breathing heavily. Feliciano found himself confused. Had he tried to fight? He hadn't heard much of a struggle.
He shifted in a weak attempt to sit up, only to feel pain arc through his nerves, erupting from his leg like fire. He let out a tired cry of defeat, slumping back down in the floor, feeling tears worm from his eyes again, and make their way down his face.
"Shh... Feli, it'll be okay. We're inside now." He heard Antonio say. Feliciano nodded weakly in response.
He felt Antonio slump nearby, as if standing guard, and Feliciano felt comforted by that.
"I... I can get your blindfold off..." Feliciano nodded. He wanted to see. No... He needed to see. It would be so much more comforting. After a few moments he felt it begin to slither over his head, and he blinked wildly. It was slightly brighter than he anticipated in the room.
Glancing about numbly, Feliciano found the room was small. A tiny, narrow window sat on the far wall, letting in a panel of thin grey light. The floor was crappies put together, nails jetting upwards here and there. He made a note to avoid those areas. Some shelves sat nearby, stacking with materials he didn't really care about. The three presences he had felt where hidden in the far back part of he room. Narrowing his eyes, he could make out three figures.
He glanced at Antonio, who also seemed to notice them.
"Ciao?..." His voice cracked as he spoke, arching his neck to try and see them better.
"Who's there?"
Antonio instantly took over, leaving Feliciano to sit weakly on the floor.
"I'm Antonio. This is Feliciano. Who are you and why are you here?" Feliciano was surprised at the power behind his voice.
"I'm Marco. I'm here with Imani and-"
"We can speak for ourselves idiota! Imani and Victoria. Those bastards fucked us up a while back. Been here ever since. What's it to you?"
Feliciano found himself flinching at the power behind the woman's voice. It reminded him a bit of Romano, he inwardly decided.
"Don't be so rude, Victoria." That was the second woman -probably Imani- stated.
Feliciano felt consciousness slip from his grip as the conversation continued, and the last hing he heard was Antonio begin to panic as he went limp, and his world turned black.