Feliciano whimpered softly. His arms where bent crookedly from being tied behind his back, and against the floor it hurt quite badly. He could feel the stiff threads of carpet -maybe from a nice car- against his face and legs. It wouldn't be nice for much longer, he decided silently. By now he had probably bled all over the place.

Whoever had carried him to this place hadn't bothered to be careful. It felt as if his leg had been torn apart all over again. He had begun to cry so loudly, he was surprised that no one came to help.

Half of him wanted to release his hands so he could hold just grip his leg and maybe stop the bleeding, but he couldn't. His wrists where simply tied too tight. He made a weak attempt to speak, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He shivered. His leg hurt. It hurt really bad. No... It felt like it was just going to fall off. Not only that, but his face was still throbbing from when he was beaten with that brick.

He made a weak attempt to roll over. With a muffled cry of surprise, he was flipped back over onto his side. He let out a whimper as his leg sent a sharp jab of pain through his nerves. There was someone in back with them. They must be a guard of some sort. He felt his brow turn up as another burning pang went shooting up his leg, down to the sole of his foot, which began to throb as if it where being crushed. He let out a pained cry, trying to curl up on himself, only to find that it hurt more to move his leg at all. He began to cry, struggling to get to a point where the pain would finally subside, but after a while he was pushed back into place and angrily hushed.

But the pain still wouldn't stop. He found tears come to his eyes as he bit down on his gag, trying not to make noise for fear he would be beaten; or worse. He let out a loud whine, squeezing his eyes shut behind the blindfold as the pain continued to worsen.

"Shut up already!" Someone exclaimed.

He heard Antonio try to shout back angrily, but it was too muffled to do any good.

At this point his leg was burning. He thrashed weakly, trying to get it to stop, trying anything, pushing his bound feet against the floor, arching his back in pain, crying out, trying to do anything. Maybe if he made enough noise, they would just knock him out, or give him drugs to quiet down. Maybe that would help the pain.

"Get him to shut up already!"

"I'm trying!"

He continued to cry loudly, every attempt from his captors to quiet him rebuked by Antonio shouting, and moving violently beside him, as if to ward them away, soon all that register was the dull presence of the pain, feeling as if his foot was going to capsize in on itself almost, as if all of the muscles in his leg had been stretched too far for them to work without hurting.

"Give him something!"

"What?"

"Anything! Grab that Advil over there, and shut him up! We don't want any of those damn open air couples to hear this shitstorm!"

Suddenly someone grabbed his hair, pulling him up into a seated position. He cried out, it felt as if his entire scalp was burning as his captor did so. He let out a gasp of surprise as the gag was pulled from his mouth, and something was forced into his mouth.

It took the weakened Italian a while to figure out what it was, but it quickly slid down his throat. It was a pill of some sort. But the pain still remained. He was still crying, and loudly, trying to bite his tongue to stay quiet. He felt a hand on his chest, pinning him against the back of the seat he was leaning against, while another went to his wounded leg. He cried out as the wound was probed, and yet more, searing burning pain shot through his whole body.

"Quiet down for god's sake!"

The hand on his chest quickly moved to his mouth. He gagged, his body jerking violently in an attempt to get away. He heard Antonio try to shout. His leg was probed again as the vehicle rocked, and his vision went stark white.

Panic quickly overwhelmed him, it felt like he was going to die right then. He practically screamed, his throat hurting from being dry, and the hand was pressed harder against his mouth. He continued to cry, his head swaying as his vision slowly returned, ever so painstakingly slow, and he was once again welcome with the blurry close up view of the blindfold. The hand was withdrawn, and the gag quickly and forcefully replaced. He was pushed forcefully down, landing hard on Antonio's stomach, causing the other to let out a heavy gagging sound.

He went still as something as tied over the wound. It wasn't very gently either. He let out a weak whimper, attempting to curl up on himself. He found his head pressed against Antonio, who soon became motionless.

The car would jerk on every occasion, making Feliciano whimper fearfully, but a hand shoved his head forcefully, silencing him as if he where a loud, obnoxious dog. He felt sick at that. What where he and Antonio to them? Pets? Toys? Some sort of manipulation? That was definitely what it felt like. It felt like they didn't really care how much pain either of them where in, as ng as they stayed quiet and went along with the flow of things. And so far the flow had been bad, and Antonio had been trying to resist, and Romano hadn't been living up to his expectations.

He let out a shaky sigh, feeling the last of his tears drain away. The pain was beginning to subside, thankfully. He really needed that.

After a while, the pain slowly faded, and he found the tears drying. Exhaustion swept over him like a wave, and for the first time in a while, he fell into a deep, calm sleep.