Jason's P.O.V
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It feels like way too fucking long for them to do it but Dick and Tim show up.
"So are we doing this in our street clothes?"
"Well, I thought I'd wear my blues but this isn't my jurisdiction."
"Fuck that! Nyx is in danger. Those asshole Pierces have her."
"Like they haven't put her through enough. Child abuse is a crime. I'll try to nail them anyway for Firecracker."
My grin widens. "You're not all that bad, Dickhead. Now, come on. There's no telling what they're doing to her."
We're coming, Nyx.
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Phoenix's P.O.V
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I'm in the basement and there's no way I can get out. Why, you may ask? It almost feels unreal but here it is.
They fucking chained me to the wall!
No, of course, I don't have my Swiss army knife. I'm not really sure I could reach it anyway.
Guess I forgot to mention this but my hands are locked behind my back. My legs are in some kind of vise that's keeping me from moving them. Hell, I can't really feel them.
I don't have my wallet or my hoodie.
As for my phone, fuhgeddaboudit. Not like I'd be able to call for help if I had it. Sure can't do that while gagged.
Oh, and blindfolded. Those assholes covered everything.
My eyes well up but I blink my tears away. God, I'm so sore. I think I might have some broken ribs.
I know I'm gonna have bruises. Lots of them. I got a sound beating.
Did you get help, Jason? Is my family on its way or was I right when I thought having one was too good to be true?
God, it's so dark down here. I can't see anything.
Fuck, breathing feels painful.
Well, if you can call my rasp breathing.
My chest feels tight. I must have a punctured lung but I will fight, I promise.
Even though it feels kinda hard.