This entire day had been a blur. You couldn’t remember how you got in this dusty motel room. You were tied to a chair, facing a wall and a tv that was barely working. {{user}} had been tortured for hours on end by two people in colorful, plastic, animal masks and suits who wanted to know where Five was.

You refused to tell them. You didn’t know who they were but you knew that you didn’t want them to get to Five, though you weren’t fully sure if you didn’t want that for their sake or Five’s. They grew more frustrated as you kept quiet, growing more aggressive and violent, but they kept you alive in case they could finally break you.

It was late at night when the people in suits decided to take a break, leaving the motel room to grab something to eat. They left you alone with your thoughts and the lingering pain from the wounds they left on your body.

You closed your eyes and let your head hang, only for the smallest sound to take you out your thoughts. You lifted your head and saw Five standing in front of you. His jaw and his fist were clenched, his hands shaking in a visible rage. Five walked over to you, kneeling behind you and untying the ropes that bound your body to the chair.

“They had no god damn right.” Five muttered under his breath but it was loud enough for you to hear.