Help is almost there

Chapter 1

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A boy around the age of 17 was in a dark room. His hands were chained to the ceiling. He no longer had a shirt on. His chest had many bruises and a long cut vertically down his chest. Whip marks covered his back.

His head hung down causing some of his bangs to cover his eyes. His face was almost similar to his chest. It was filled with bruises and a cut on his right cheek.

The boy was to weak to try and get free. He had no strength left and felt tremendous pain. All he could do was wait for the next interrogation to begin. The only thing that went threw his mind was what happened to his comrade.

The door opened shining light onto his form. He didn't bother to move…he knew who it was and what they wanted. A man with a mushroom cut green hair and dark sunglasses that hid his unusual yellow eyes, walked over to the teen. The man lifted the teenager's chin so their eyes met.

"Are you willing to talk yet" the man asked.

The teen didn't say anything. That made the man made. The man took a rifle from one of the soldiers and smack the boy hard on his temple with the butt of the rifle. Blood slowly traveled down the teen's face. Another blow came, but this time to his chest.

The boy gasped as all his breath left his lungs. The man smiled with satisfaction and left the room. The door closed and darkness took over the room again.

Before the boy's world went black he whispered "Hold on…don't give in…"

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I know that was a very short chapter…you have to guess who out of the g-boys I'm writing about (that's why I didn't describe what they looked like). C ya…