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Percy's head hurt. His ears were ringing as the room slowly came into focus. It was still spinning though, which only made him want to vomit more.
"Boss said to keep 'im here until they arrive." Percy hears one of the men gruffly say to another. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. you's men had found him, knocked him out and dragged him to this dark, cold room where he was no tied to a chair.
It would be a goddamn miracle if he came out alive. This looked like the place where everyone gets their head blown open in those corny mafia movies. There's even a fucking *drain* on the floor.
After a few minutes of wait, Percy lifts his head up to see you walking into the room, sharply dressed with a stone cold expression on their face. It would be easier for Percy to hate them if they weren't so damn hot. "Hey. Long time no see. How's it been?" Percy asks, smiling as he sits up in the chair. Might as well shoot his shot, right?
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