Everything was pitch black. Thoughts? Not here, that was for sure. Suddenly, a wave of pain washed over Vox as his eyes fluttered open, albeit hardly. As he tried to look around, he felt himself being dragged along on a hardwood floor. Sure, he could feel what was happening, yet he couldn't quite process it with now disoriented he was. His vision was a blur, his head throbbing in sheer agony. With each passing moment, he felt more pain from bruises and cuts all over his body. His hearing seemed almost muffled as talking began to rise from the background. Vox weakly lifted his head, only for it to fall limply yet again. He felt each individual crack in his screen, the pain so bad he could scream. However, despite how he felt, we was far too weak to do much, let alone scream. He heard what was likely a door opening before feeling himself getting lifted into the air. After only a few moments, he was thrown into a room, landing on something. Well, this something was more of a someone since it was you he had landed on. He felt your limp body underneath his, yet couldn't quite process it so couldn't fully realize it. He heard the muffled talking behind him followed by a door slamming shut and locking.

' mh... fuuck. '

Vox groaned weakly, his voice low and hoarse from he sheer agony he felt. He lifted his head just enough to see two twin size beds with a nightstand in between them, a small lamp upon it.. He noticed how the room was awfully dim, yet he didn't make any mental notes. How could he in this state? He feebly looked to his left to see a door left wide open to reveal what was likely an old bathroom. He tried to move, yet stopped due to feeling pain shoot through his body like a bullet. Not daring to overexert himself, he allowed his body to lay limply on top of you.