A/N: Hello! Well, I got two reviews in the last chappie! Yay! I was happy. THANK YOU to those who took the time to review, as for you lazy asses (jk, jk don't get all offended) that read and don't bother to review... well I don't really have anything to say to you guys... lol.

WARNING: See the A/N for chapter 27.

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Day Three...

John quietly unlocked the restraints around Roach's wrists and ankles. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and fastened them around his wrists with a slight click. Then he picked Roach up and started walking down the hall, heading for a small secure room which he had put there specifically for this purpose. He knew about Roach's claustrophobia and enjoyed using it to scare him shitless. (To be exact, the room was 5x5 feet, which is pretty tiny by the way).

Roach was still unconscious from the last time John had beaten the shit out of him. But after a few minutes of walking he began to wake up. The halls swayed sickeningly and he felt like puking as soon as he opened his eyes. His arm burned like a bitch. It was still healing when they had taken him, but they took the cast off and now it throbbed endlessly no matter what he did. And the fact that it was currently pulled around behind him didn't help. That's when he realized he was looking at the floor. Why was he upside down? And more importantly, why was he moving? He shifted, trying to get a look at who was carrying him.

"Hi Gary." John said, flashing him a smile that made his blood boil.

"Put me down you idiot." He snapped, only earning a chuckle in response.

He could see his mother, Alyss, laying in the hospital bed. Could hear the annoying blare of the heart monitor as it showed a flat line. He shook his head and Alyss disappeared, but the flat line sound didn't. Great. That's just what he needed to hear right now. He gasped as suddenly he was thrown on the ground and the air rushed from his lungs. He looked up and saw nothing. It was dark. Way way too dark. He sat up and heaved air into his lungs just in time to see the reinforced metal door slam shut, the lock sliding into place shortly after. His heart leapt into his throat when he realized how small the room was. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as his breathing sped up.

No. No, this can't be happening!

He scrambled to his feet, a difficult thing to do with severe injuries and handcuffs around his wrists, but he did it. He felt the familiar anxiety slither throughout his body and threaten to take over. He could feel the walls closing in on him. Suddenly air was no longer available, almost as if the tiny room had stolen it away from him. He hadn't even been in the room for 10 minutes yet, but to him it felt like days. Sweat covered his body and he began to shake uncontrollably, tears spilling from his eyes as he began to hyperventilate.

"NOOOO! LET ME OUT!" He screamed desperately, bolting for the door that he knew he wouldn't be able to open.

Still, he tried. He kicked it so many times that eventually he heard a loud snap. Pain spiked in his leg and ran all the way up it, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Damn it. He was pretty sure he had just broken his foot. Way to go Roach. He slumped over on the ground, lacking the energy and determination to kick at the door anymore. Instead, he laid there and screamed himself hoarse as the walls continued to close in on him. Eventually, he felt like he was stuck in a teeny tiny box. It was suffocating. He had cried so much that he was pretty sure his head would explode any minute now. Everything hurt. There wasn't an inch of his body that didn't hurt, John had made sure of that.

"Ghost... G-Ghost, save m-me..." He whimpered pitifully as the world closed in on him.

He felt so alone. He couldn't catch his breath no matter how hard he tried. Another wave of anxiety washed over him. He couldn't breathe. The thought only caused him to cry harder, which in turn made it harder to breathe. He didn't notice the black spots that took over his vision because the room was so dark that he couldn't see in the first place. He thought he heard laughter outside the door just before he fell into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

Dan sat calmly in a metal chair by the table on which Ghost laid. Said captive was viciously glaring at him, meanwhile he just smiled and laughed, which pissed Ghost off to no end. Dan sighed and stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the table.

"I suppose you must be wondering what John has done with your friend?" He asked, watching Ghost intently for a reaction.

Oh, so John is that guy's name... well... if we ever get out of here, at least I have a name. Ghost thought bitterly.

He wasn't expecting an answer because Ghost was still gagged, but he at least wanted a reaction. He didn't get one.

"Why don't we go visit him?" He said with a smirk as he grabbed one end of the table and began pushing it toward the door.

They went through so many hallways that Ghost had no clue as to where the hell they were going. After what he assumed was at least 5 minutes, they stopped. He opened his eyes and was confused to see that they were still in a hallway. He expected a room, or at least something-

"NOOOO! LET ME OUT!"

The scream erupted from a room that they had stopped right beside. Ghost nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden loud noise. Then his mind registered that it was Roach's voice. His eyes widened and his head whipped toward the door. Dan laughed at his reaction but he was too busy listening to give a shit about him right now. He heard moving in the room, then a bunch of loud bangs as Roach kicked at the door. He was so focussed on his friend that he didn't notice the tears that slipped from his eyes. He wondered what the hell was going on in there. He was scared the whole time he listened, but what scared him the most was the loud snap he heard and the scream of agony that followed shortly after.

"ROACH!" He yelled through the gag, tugging on the restraints with all his might.

"Hey, you wanna know a fun fact? That room is 5x5 feet and it's completely dark in there." Dan smiled as he laid a hand on his shoulder.

Ghost's eyes grew huge at the realization of what was going on. He understood now why Roach was freaking out. His friend hated small spaces and had severe claustrophobia. The smallest details about a room, for example, if it had no window, could really bother him and cause him to refuse to enter the room. He knew that if a detail that small could bother his friend so much, being in a super small room with no light would probably haunt him until he died. Damn it. Roach was probably gonna have some serious issues if they ever got out of here...

After about half an hour of listening to Roach's screams and cries, Dan brought him back to his room. But he didn't notice, because he had heard something that shattered his heart into a million pieces.

"Ghost... G-Ghost, save m-me..."

It replayed over and over again in his mind, not stopping until he fell unconscious several hours later after Dan had beaten him senseless.

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