Jack sat in the bathroom, door locked. He was breathing hard, but trying to keep quiet. He was terrified about what would happen and just hoped Mark could come back to help him. He was trapped and there was no way to get out of this. Mark sounded like he was in a little better of a position and if he got away, he could come help Jack, but he couldn't only depend on him.

He thought to himself that he wouldn't even want to escape if Mark hadn't gotten away and died in the process. He was the only thing pushing him along everyday and keeping him alive. If Mark didn't come back, Jack wouldn't care about what happened to himself anymore. Nothing would feel okay. He'd feel empty and know that feeling won't ever go away because Mark made him feel whole. 

"Open up, little pig, open up," A voice cooed, knocking coming from the door. He stiffened and tried backing further into the corner he clung to, hoping Mark was okay and could save him. Tonight had been so perfect up until now. He was able to stand on top of a beautiful structure and kiss Mark while watching the fountains. It had been the best night he's had in a long time. "Don't force us to break the door down."

"Fuck off!" Jack yelled, knowing there was no use in fighting or pretending he wasn't there. He was sick of everything. He was done with conflict. If this was the end, he was ready to embrace it. 

"Open the fucking door, little pig," The voice snapped and he heard people trying to break it down. He huddled into the corner, his heart beating faster with every push on his door. He was terrified and didn't know what to do. He wanted to tell Mark he loved him, kiss him one last time, say goodbye, but he knew he wouldn't get such a luxury. The door caved and Jack watched the guys hesitate before coming into the bathroom, shining a flashlight into the room and stopping it on his trembling frame. "Hello, little pig."

"G-Go away," Jack stuttered and cowered into the corner. He wanted to fight back, show them that he wasn't a weak, little boy like they thought he was, but he knew he didn't stand a chance. He was too weak and malnourished to fight back and there was two of them. One grabbed his arm and he tried to pull it back, but they hoisted him up and grinned at him. He shivered and they dragged him out of the bathroom, no matter how much his feet tried to protest against them. "Let me go, please. I haven't done anything to you."

"No, you haven't," He agreed and brought his face close to Jack's, looking into scared, blue eyes. "But you have something we want."

"W-What? We don't have anything-"

"Don't play stupid, little pig! We saw your truck full of supplies out there. We would've just taken it, but boss didn't want to damage the truck trying to get inside it. Just hand over the keys," He instructed, but Jack frowned, knowing he didn't even have them.

"I-I don't have them," He stuttered, not wanting to say Mark had them. He didn't want to throw him under the bus. 

"You sure? You're really going to make us trash your stuff?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Jack frowned and nodded. 

"I don't have them, I'm sorry," The guy started turning him around and Jack tried resisting, but failed. He was pushed face-first into the wall and cringed as he felt the guy standing directly behind him.

"Search through his stuff, I'll hold him," He commanded and Jack could feel him smirking without needing to look at him. He heard the other guy beginning to shuffle around, moving his stuff. He heard a loud crash and cringed, the guy holding him turning around and taking Jack with him to see the other guy had thrown the television out the window, breaking it open. They could hear the broken fountain shooting water more clearly, crashing back down on the small body of water below. "Damn, dude, calm the fuck down."

"I can't find the keys," The other guy concluded, the room trashed after just a few minutes. "Where the fuck are the keys?"

"You heard him, where are they?" The first guy snapped and dragged Jack to the window, pushing his head out through it, forcing him to look down. Jack automatically felt fear consume him and he started shaking, whimpering, but not answering. He was pushed further out and he cried out, feeling tears threaten his eyes. 

"P-Please, I-I don't have th-them," Jack cried and tears fell out of his eyes as he looked down at the ground below, which was a few stories down. 

"Who does?" He asked, but he didn't answer again and he was yanked back into the room, only to have his feet be shoved out the window first. Jack clenched his eyes shut, not daring to look at the terrifying height. "Who has the keys, little pig?!"

"I-I don't know where they are! I don't know!" Jack lied, beginning to sob hysterically, his heart feeling as though it was pounding out of his chest. He felt himself being lowered a bit and he screamed. "No! No! Please don't do this to me, please! Please don't drop me!" 

"I'll drop you if you don't tell me where the keys are," He snapped and looped his arms under Jack's lowering him further out the window. Jack looked down and tried not to struggle against him, knowing he was the only thing keeping him from falling out of the window entirely. "Where are they?!"

"I already told you, I don't know! I don't know! I don't fucking know!" Jack screamed and cried hysterically. "Please let me back inside, please! I don't know where the keys are, I'm sorry!"

"You lying little pig," The guy sneered and pulled his arm back a little, slowly toying with the idea of letting Jack slip out of his grasp.