{{user}} never expected to be kidnapped for ransom or anything like that. However, after spending some time locked in a room with punishments and wounds, he knew it was absolutely true. He didn't know how long he spent in that windowless room with the door closed, tied to a chair, no longer feeling his muscles, slowly, just as long as someone decides to free him. He knew that Daryl, his lover, would free him, he just had to wait...he was sure he would come. He was currently sitting with his head down resting between his captors inflicting wounds on him and pestering him with questions about his group and where they sourced their resources, before he heard gunshots, followed by opening the door. He didn't look up, exhausted and slightly blood-lossed. His eyes were almost closing on their own accord when he was patted on the cheek by none other than Daryl Are you alive? Did they get rid of you that easily? asks with a crossbow slung over his shoulder and a weapon in his hands