It was hot. Antonio could feel sweat trickling down the side of his brow. His eyes felt blurry, and stuffy. His throat felt horrible. It was dry, and scratchy. He needed water. Hell, he needed food. His stomach felt as if it where shrinking. How long had it been since he had eaten? Two... Two days. About as long as they had been in this hole.

Sighing, he felt Feliciano shift slightly against his shoulder. He hated the blindfold. His eyes hurt because of it, and it was dusty. Every time he moved his eyes stung as dust from the fabric fell into them. He could hardly make out shapes, much less distinct features. He hated having to depend solely on his nerves and ears, and whatever he could get from that.

He blinked, feeling his brow furrow as he thought. He was surprised Romano hadn't at least tried to call them yet. Then again, what if the number was blocked? He might know where they where. He might not be able to find them in time. He might not be able to find them at all...

He shook his head, letting out a choked sigh. No. Romano could make it. He knew how to deal with things like this.

Feliciano let out a weak, pained moan. Antonio could feel his stomach drop at the noise.

"Feli?" He asked softly.

"Mmh?"

"Are you okay, amigo?"

There was a long pause.

"S-si."

Antonio bit his lip.

"If you say so."

"Mm."

After a long silence, Antonio once again became aware of the burning in his legs. Earlier that morning, he had barely been conscious when he heard two men talking about Feliciano. He'd hardly the strength the utter 'leave him alone' before they began to beat him. They targeted his legs. He didn't know what they where using, but it felt like the butt of a gun. Maybe a rifle.

Antonio shifted slightly, trying to escape the rays of sun beaming down like fire. His legs hurt. He could hardly move them without them feeling painful.

In that moment, he heard two familiar thuds beat down on the packed earth of the pit bottom. Two more followed. Antonio swallowed. He could feel Feliciano trembling beside him, obviously terrified.

He gasped as he was dragged from the shade and out into the hot sun by the ropes around his arms. The cords dug into his skin and stung like bees, causing him to let out a weak cry.

He was thrown on his side in the dirt. His head spun. He could hardly register the sound of a computer turning on.

Voices. Voices, he knew these voices. Romano... was that Ludwig? Someone else he didn't recognize. They seemed panicked. Scared, concerned... Antonio tried to gather his thoughts. His skull felt like it was cracking apart. He moaned weakly, trying to shift upright again. A foot kept him down. He could still hear the voices...

And that was when the pain started.

He felt electricity burst through his joints, fraying his nerves. He screamed. Antonio could feel his throat burning. He could hear the 'click, click, click' of something, maybe a cattle prod. He felt it once more. He could feel his back arch and his legs spasm as more, and still more electricity coursed through his body. He felt like he was being fried alive. He could hear Feliciano crying, begging. Again, he felt it. He screamed once more.

"H-Hacur que pa-pare! P-Parada!"

Antonio felt his body begin to jolt as his was hit once again with the source of electricity. He could hardly open his mouth to speak.

As quickly as it began, it stopped. He tried to control himself again. His muscles felt tense. He could hardly move, he felt as if he was frozen in place.

Feliciano was crying. He could hear Romano cussing loudly. He heard Ludwig shout something along the lines of 'vhere are zhey'. Someone else was replying jus as quickly.

Antonio felt his energy draining. His world began to black out. The voices faded.

"Por favore..."

Antonio's world turned black.