(Hope you like it, Cori ;D Thanks for the challenge~)
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His eyelids fought to open against the drug-induced sleep. Finally, russet irises looked out, contrasting to abnormally pale skin “Hello?” his voice broke at the end as he slowly shifted into a seating position, floppy blonde hair falling into his eyes. His throat was unbearably dry; how long had it been since he last drank? Attempting to clear his throat, he rose unsteadily, head pounding in protest at all the movement.
All he could hear was a faint tumbling with an occasional clunk of metal on metal. A washing machine? He doubted it. The whole room was grungy and smelled faintly of mildew. There was no way that anyone who lived here did the laundry very often. Or ever, for that matter.
Hand to his head, he hobbled over to the beaten door and turned the knob. He hadn’t really expected it to open but when the cool brass pulled right out and sat unhelpful in his hand, he let out a soft “Oh” of disappointment.
Vision clearing, he noticed a small basin of water. Within two steps, he was downing the whole thing at a reckless pace only to cough it back up. Tossing the metal bowl aside, he got down on all fours, willing himself not to throw up. The sterile, stinging taste of bleach was ludicrously strong in his throat. “H… help!” he gulped back breath, stomach writhing in protest.
8th Avenue. It was the only thing he could recall. His auburn eyes glanced around frantically. He knew that he was going to get worse rapidly. He had to get out. Whoever took him obviously didn’t care too much for his well being.
His body shivered as a slight breeze tugged his hair. Still on his knees, he nearly shouted when he found a small window. It was blocked from view behind plywood but he could see a crack of light peaking through. Crawling, he took hold of the board and wrenched. Rusted nails prevented it from coming right off but the light was a steady stream now. “Come on!” Putting a foot against the concrete wall, he yanked again. It pulled free, splinters piercing his fingers as he moved up to his escape.
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