Hey guys. Before we begin, could y'all please check out my previous A/N. It's kinda important. Thank y'all so much in advance. Oh and I wanna quickly thank myMoralAnxiety for the suggestion. If any one else has any suggestions, please let me know. Oh and I appologise for taking so long to write this. These one shots can take quite a lot of time to write and I've just been really busy lately. Anyways, let's get on with the one shot.

TW: Angst, a gun, attempted murder  (sorta), kidnapping

Patton's POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I glanced around at my surroundings. I could barely see anything as I was engulfed in darkness. All I could see was two ropes binding my arms to the arms of a chair and two more ropes binding my legs to the legs of the chair. I tried to open my mouth to call out for help or to at least ask where I was but then I remembered the tight gag around my mouth, restricting my speech. So instead, I just sat there helplessly, hope flicking off of my body.

Suddenly, the two men who kidnapped me earlier strolled into the room, locking the door behind them. One of them, the one with messy hair who just remained in the passenger seat, keeled infront of me, bouncing on his feet.

"Hello Mr...what's your name again?" He looked up towards the ceiling cluelessly. I tried to tell him but the gag wouldn't budge. When I didn't talk, I noticed a raging fire rapidly burn in his eyes. "Answer me!" He snapped.

The other man, whose name I think is Lo, pinched the bridge if his nose in annoyance, lifting his glasses up slightly. "Roman, he can't talk you idiot. He has a gag around his mouth, remember" Lo pointed out the obvious.

"Oh yeah. Well take it off then Logan" Roman insisted. Smirking, Logan ripped the gag right out of my mouth, causing me to scream in agony before enhaling some sharp breaths of air. It felt so good to be able to breath properly again. The two men began circling around me intimidatingly, causing me to gulp and shrink.

"So, now that you can talk, you must answer all of our questions otherwise," Logan stopped infront of me as he folded his arms and grinned "we've got other ways of making you talk. Now is that understood?"

"Yes" I nodded, absolutely petrified.

"Good" Logan's arms unfolded as he continued to circle me and avoiding eye contact. "So, what's your name?"

"Patton Sanders" I told him almost immediately. "Well originally Patton Hartly but once I got married-"

"Oh so you're married then huh?" Roman asked, stopping infront of me and lifting up my left hand, observing it. "I don't see any rings"

"Well you see...we got into a bit of an argument" I told him sadly as he dropped my hand. My eyes were now fixed onto the floor. "Things are kinda complicated between us"

"Moving on..." Logan swiftly changed the subject and I looked up again, not wanting them to get mad at me for looking down. "Do you have any loved ones? Any one who would miss you if you were gone...forever? Anyone who would be willing to spend a large sum of money for your release?" I thought about this question for a while. Was there anyone left who loved me? Was there anyone left who cares about me? Both of my parents had died. I was an only child so didn't have any siblings. Not many people seemed to like me enough to call me their friend. Virgil was the only one I had left and now that he's gone...

"Answer the question!" Roman snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts and shocking me.

"Not really" I told them.

"What about that guy you were calling for, Virgil was it? You seemed to think that he would save you"

"I doubt it" I sighed. "Virgil was the one who shattered my heart. I doubt he'd care"

"Well we're gonna call him anyway. Beg him to pay us. After all, if there's no one else at all who loves you then he's our only shot. Besides, even if he doesn't want to save you, we could still kill you anyway and forge your will" Logan pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to dial Virgil's number. I didn't have a password because I trust most people. I assumed that they must have stolen it off of me when I was sleeping. As he did so, I felt a cold, hard metal tube being placed against my head. Gulping, I looked up to see Roman grinning wickedly as he held a gun to my head, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

"W-what's that for" I gulped cowardly.

"Just a little persuasion for you ex lover" he smirked. "And if this isn't persuasion enough, I'll just pull it" I felt fear seep into every inch of my body. This was the day I was going to die. There was no way Virgil would save me. I was going to be a dead man soon...

To be continued...