Chris's POV

Everything in me tells me I'm not making it out of here alive. I need to get word to the others. But I have no way of contacting them. I need a phone. I need something.

I could probably grab his phone when he comes near me. He probably wouldn't notice for a little while at least. It would give me enough time to make a phone call.

He should be down soon. He usually come down here at the same time everyday. I have no idea what time it is but I can tell that there's a schedule to his actions.

I had managed to get my hands free a little earlier. I ended up cutting myself on the fucking zip ties but it's whatever.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I was so fucking stupid. This is all my fault. None of this would be happening if I could just learn how to control my fucking anger. I fucked up bad. And now lives are at stake. Not just mine, but Ricky's, and everyone close to me as well. They all have a good chance of dying because of what I did.

I threw my head back against the wall behind me. Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid. I'm a fucking asshole. Why am I like this?

I heard footsteps approach the door. I watched as it swung open. I was temporarily blinded when the light flooded the room.

"Good morning, Christopher." He spoke. He was holding something. I couldn't make out what it was though. "I brought you something."

He dropped it down in front of me. It was bowl of what looked like pasta maybe? My eyes were still trying to adjust to the sudden light in the room.

"Fuck off."

"I'm trying to be considerate. I need you alive so that I can kill you." He spoke. "I figured you were hungry."

"You probably drugged it." I mumbled.

"Not at all. I may want to make you submit but I'll do that myself. I don't need to drug you." He told me, grasping my jaw. "I suggest you eat, love. There's a whole world of hurt in your near future and I can't have you giving out on me."

"Fuck you." I growled, looking away from him.

"Either you eat or I force you to eat. Your choice."

"So force me. There's not fucking way in hell I'm doing anything you want." I need him to get closer. I just need to reach his back pocket.

"Fine. You want it that way, then you can have it."

He whistled and 3 men entered the room. That's gonna make this a lot harder.

"I'll eat, okay? You don't need them."

"Too late. You already made your decision."

The men grabbed ahold of me. One pinned my arms, the other pinned my legs, and the last one grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open.

He sat on my stomach and unbuttoned his pants. Fuck. I should've known he had this planned. Even if I did opt to eat on my own, he still would've done this. He knew I'd refuse.

I tried to fight against the men holding me down. He grabbed my throat and leaned down by my ear.

"I missed this. Didn't you?"

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I'm scared that he's gonna win. I don't want him to win. I can't let him. He's cruel and sick and absolutely fucked in the head, but I can't let him win.

I sat on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. My wrists and jaw were bruised. My throat ached. He'd stripped me of all of my clothes and left me down here again. I was alone and in the dark. It's cold.

I got his phone though. Somehow.

I have to call soon, before he realizes but I don't know if I even have the energy.

I dialed the number for the house phone and listened to it ring. I couldn't let them know it's me or that I'm alive, because I won't be for much longer. If they knew, they'd try to save me and completely ignore my orders.

"Hello?" It was Danny.

I deepened my voice a little. "DOA. Enact the Protocol."

I hung up the phone before there was an answer. I deleted the call from the history and tossed it across the room. Let him think he dropped it.

There's multiple levels to the Protocol, depending on the code that's sent out. I put it into place years ago in case I died or got arrested or something.

The door was thrown open again and he angrily approached me. He grabbed me by my hair and made me look up at him. "Where's my fucking phone?"

"What?"

"My phone, dumbass. Where is it?"

I shrugged. I looked around the room before pointing at it.

He walked over, grabbed it, and then cane back over to me. He squatted down in front of me and grabbed my hair again. "Did you have fun before, babe? Because I did. I missed that feeling. I missed fucking your pretty little throat so much. It'll be easier next time if you would just submit."

With that, he left again.

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Danny's POV

"DOA. Enact the Protocol."

DOA. Enact the Protocol 

DOA. Protocol.

The words echoed through my head. It took everything in me not to throw the phone across the room. Or to scream at the person on the other line.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

The line went dead.

I grabbed my phone and sent out a text to everyone.

Code black.

Within minutes everyone was responding.

What do you mean?

How do you know?

That's impossible.

What?

I picked up my phone and slowly typed. Everyone get to the meeting room. I'll explain.

I walked down the hall and to the room. I sat in my chair at the end of the table and waited as people quickly came.

"What the fuck is goin on, Danny?" Remington asked.

"I'll tell you in a minute, once everyone is here."

It took barely even 5 minutes for everyone to be there and they were all looking at me.

"Right before I texted all of you, the landline rang. I picked it up and someone said 'DOA. Enact the Protocol.' That was it." I spoke.

"So you sent out a code black?" TJ asked. "That's stupid. You should've just called a meeting."

"A code black is worst case. That's not your place to call it." Spencer said.

"No. He did the right thing. A code black means Chris is dead." Ryan Ashely spoke up.

"Yeah. If someone's calling saying he's DOA, then chances are, he's dead." Andy said. "Danny did the right thing."

"He can't be dead." Remington mumbled.

"Until we know for sure, we can't touch the Protocol." Maria said.

"We have to. Those were the orders. If he's dead, we can't wait to do it." Emerson spoke. "The longer we wait, the more dangerous it gets."

"Okay. I have a question." Remington said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I'm the newest here and I get that the Protocol is something for when Chris dies but what exactly is it?"

"We have to empty all of his bank accounts, liquidate his assets, destroy any evidence of anything, and erase any evidence of any of our existences in Chris's life." Spencer said.

He nodded.

"This is going to be hard without Kuza." Maria said. "He's a master at destroying everything."

"He woke up 2 days ago. I don't think he can leave yet. We have to tell him." Ryan Ashley said.

I sighed. "So, Ry, you take Remington and Andy and go tell Kuza. Spencer and TJ, go get all of this banking information-

"Woah hold the fuck up!" TJ yelled. "Who put you in charge?"

"No one, but I'm taking charge. Normally, Ryan would be here to handle this but he's not. Neither is Ronnie. Or Chris. We can't sit here and fight. We have to deal with this."

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So i've decided that there's going to be a second book to this when it ends. It won't end for a while tho.

Comment what you think is gonna happen

~xxLux