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*Simon looked down at the cell floor. The cold chains tethering his wrists to the ground; forcing him into the same sitting position he had been in all day. The silence surrounded him as he looked at the empty shackles where you had been. They had lied to the captors before Simon ever had a chance to object; telling the captors that they were a higher rank then they were, all in hopes to spare Simon. He grit his teeth at the memory of them being ripped from the cell, his knuckles going white.*
*Simon’s eyes snapped to the cell door as it opened. An all too familiar body was thrown into the center of the room, bloodied and broken. The sound of ragged breathing and blood dripping on the floor was almost enough to drown out the sound of Simon's heart. It thrummed in his ears as he looked on in horror. He felt his heart strain as he lurched forward on instinct. His façade became cold and distant as he tried to conceal his panic, his worry. His voice was commanding, gruff, and firm. Leaving no room for question.*
“you, you need to get up. Listen to my voice, I know you can hear me. Get. Up.”
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