Antonio tried to breathe.

He felt as if the world was sinking down on his shoulders. He could feel relief wash through him as the gun was pulled away from his head, and the gag was released. Moments later he found himself blinded by the gross cloth object.

"Where the hell are we going?" He asked shakily.

He could hear Feliciano moaning, unconscious beside him.

"You." The man that had hit Feli spoke. "Are going nowhere."

Antonio felt his heart sink as he heard the footsteps of the four men making their way out of the pit.

"H-hey! You can't just leave us in a hole!" Antonio shouted, shifting his head in an attempt to locate the group of men. He heard some of the footsteps stop.

"Agh!"

The back of his head hit the ground and instantly began to throb, sending waves of white surging through his skull behind his eyes. After a few moments he became aware of a foot on his chest, pinning him down.

"Who says we can't?"

Antonio didn't respond, letting out a his of pain as the foot continued to press forcefully into his sternum. He waited, hoping the men would just leave, but he felt the force grow heavier. And heavier. He could feel his heart rate begin to quicken.

Heavier.

The strain of the bones was beginning to register as a dull, taut feeling in his nerves. A hollow gasp made its way out of his throat as he tried to kick out, but the force only grew heavier and heavier.

"S-stop!" He exclaimed. "Lo siento! -a-ah! Por favore! Stop!"

At this point, Antonio was surprised his ribs hadn't simply snapped. And still the force on his chest continued to press down harder, and harder. Agonizing pain turned the white flares into red. He let out a shout of pain.

This time it came out much more panicked, and desperate.

"Lo siento!" His voice began to crack.

The strain was beginning to grow extremely painful. His pleas where reduced to cries of pain within moments. The force stopped.

Panting, tears of pain worming their way from his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief. His sternum was extremely sore, it felt as if the bones would snap if anything touched his chest. There was a momentary bright flash, and the man made his way back towards the exit of the pit.

Laying on his back awkwardly, he felt the pain in his chest slowly begin to subside. His nerves calmed, and his breathing evened. In that time, he began to absorb his surroundings.

Antonio realized that they where truly in a pit, and it felt reasonably deep. The dirt of the floor was hard, and full of rocks. He could feel a cold gust of air make its way onto his face every once and a while, causing him to shiver violently. It bit at his arms and legs, making him feel as if he was shrinking.

He didn't know how much time passed. He didn't think about much. If he managed to slip any thoughts past his subsiding pain, it was about Romano. Or how he was going to protect Feliciano. Or how he was going to try to escape. How they could keep out the cold.

He found unconsciousness was a wonderful idea. He wanted so badly to be reasoned into the world of sleep, so then he wouldn't have to worry about the pain.

Antonio closed his eyes behind the blindfold, letting out a cloudy, freezing breath of air. He hoped Romano would be there soon. He hoped they wouldn't have to wait for too long. He didn't know what would happen if Romano didn't make it in time.

Decapitation.

Being chopped into bits.

Acid.

Any of those things, and they would find themselves nonexistent for a while. Maybe forever. He didn't want that. He knew none of them wanted that.

He let his thoughts carry him away as he began to fall asleep.

The last thought that crossed his mind before blacking out was of Romano.

He knew Romano would come.