USER: What about this piece : It only amounted to one, and it would always , in his chlorophyll soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation , he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop, his body rejecting the substance over and over, he was hanging by a thread. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back down and he was wracked with a violent shiver of resistance. Then as the urge overcame him yet again, a voice pierced through the sky , a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony . "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer , just blink twice". As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain , like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in a brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't-" . He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. It was just one time . Only ever one, if he were to expel the drug from his intestines it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system, and he battled to hold it inside. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight ,...

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USER: What about this piece : It only amounted to one, and it would always , in his chlorophyll soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation , he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop, his body rejecting the substance over and over, he was hanging by a thread. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back down and he was wracked with a violent shiver of resistance. Then as the urge overcame him yet again, a voice pierced through the sky , a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony . "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer , just blink twice". As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain , like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in a brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't-" . He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. It was just one time . Only ever one, if he were to expel the drug from his intestines it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system, and he battled to hold it inside. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight , his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiver of depraved invasion jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continued to pulse away the seconds as the countdown infringed his reflexes. "Help me-No. No-" He pled through his locking jaw as he battled another potent wave , the instinctive reaction of his body gripping his every fibre as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag , screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience . Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rising built within him, futile to resistance as his eyes widened with panic. His gag was soon saturated with the vile substance and left a bitter sting as he struggled against it , and the following retches heaved through his chest . Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit"he lamented in terror, as he mumbled in heartbroken defeat "twice...now it's too late". In a mixture of pure shock and trauma his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment , he had failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open , gritting his teeth in determination. "No , I'm still here , you just had an intense vomiting episode, hang tight." Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting , the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his helplessness. "No, you can't help-" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze , a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern . "My name's Ryan , I just woke up an hour ago, I've been trying to crawl over here. I've got you." Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh God, I threw up the merchandise-those bastards will exterminate me like a dog who needs out his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to , well I assume you saw everything..." Liam's voice was filled with a sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere . Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I watched everything they did to you, yes. And I'm still here. I'm not about to abandon you now...". Liam , reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh . "I'm sorry you had to see all of this ..and how long has it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness , his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Four weeks. Damed long enough for anyone..." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch , bracing his other arm behind himself . "Oh God, it's been a whole month..Hiw did I only assume it was days. " Ryan only whispered in reply , his voice thick with acknowledgement. "Yeah " . The drugs in his vision burnt with a harsh cruelty, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity . "I don't remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean , muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight . "I can explain to you exactly how , but it's not safe here . Later. Just try and walk with me, you look like hell but we can get out of here." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight. A concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps . Liam , with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How many times did they-" Ryan's complexion, draining of color almost gave away a two digit number. "Seventeen"Eleven times .They assaulted you eleven times. You threw up four.four times , Liam.Liam , as well . And they just kept on-" With a haunted expression in his eyes Liam whispered hoarse into the still air, his voice heavy with confusion. "How the hell am I alive . four times , I ought to have died long before this..." . Ryan equaled a long , steady breath as he hoisted Liam up a little higher "they shoved electrolytes down your throat, which was grim to watch.watch It's not as iflike it helped you keephold down water down. God, they practically killed you. Butbut you're still alive and that says a lot.alive. " Ryan heartily slapped Liam'sclapped Liam over the shoulder in a moment of shared triumph, with Liam smiling inas Liam offered a weak agreement. "Yeah,smile. "Yeah I'm a badass,badass , but what's your storyplace in all this anyway? You're not a plant..plant so what was your purpose beingwere you doing back there?"there ?"

USER: WhatHow about this piece :revision ? It only amounted to one, and it would always , in his chlorophyll soakedalways--in his chlorophyll-soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation ,violation, he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop,stop: his body rejectingrejected the substance over and over,over; he was hanging by a thread. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back downdown, and he was wracked with a violent shiver of resistance. ThenThen, as the urge overcame him yet again, a voice pierced through the sky ,sky, a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony .agony. "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer ,answer, just blink twice".twice." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain ,pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in a brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-Nostop--No, I mustn't-" .mustn't," he choked out. He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylindercylinder, as his throat tightened. It was just one time .time. Only ever one,one; if he were to expelexpelled the drug from his intestinesintestines, it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake ,mistake, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system, andsystem; he battled to hold it inside. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight ,sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiver of depraved invasion jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continued to pulsepulse, counting away the seconds as the countdown infringed his reflexes.seconds. "Help me-No. No-" Heme--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he battledfought another potent wave , thewave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripping hisgripped every fibrefiber as he felt his fight ending.dwindling. He sank his teeth into his gag ,gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience .resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable risingrise built within him, futile to resistance as hisresistance. His eyes widened with panic. Hispanic as his gag was soon became saturated with the vile substance and leftsubstance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it , and the followingit; the retches that followed heaved through his chest .chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit"he"Shit," he lamented in terror, as he mumbledmumbling in heartbroken defeat "twice...nowdefeat, "Twice... now it's too late".late." In a mixture of pure shock and traumatrauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment , he hadtorment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open ,open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No ,"No, I'm still here ,here; you just had an intense vomiting episode, hang tight."episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting ,protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his helplessness. "No, you can't help-"help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze ,gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern .concern. "My name's Ryan ,Ryan. I just woke up an hour ago, I've been trying to crawlago; that sound was me dragging my bones over here. I've got you." Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh"Oh, God, I threw up the merchandise-thosecontraband--those bastards will exterminatekill me like a dog who needs out his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to ,dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well I assume you saw everything..."right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with a sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere .atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I watchedsaw everything they did to you, yes.yeah. And I'm still here. I'm nothere alright?. Not about to abandon you now...". Liam ,now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh .flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all of this ..andthis... how long haslong's it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness ,hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Four weeks. Damed long enough for anyone..." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch ,slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself . "Ohhimself. "Oh, God, it's been a whole month..Hiwmonth... How did I only assumethink it was days. "only days?" Ryan only whispered in reply ,reply, his voice thick with acknowledgement. "Yeah " .acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burntburned with a harsh cruelty, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity .clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean ,lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight .weight. "I can explain to you exactly how ,how, but it's not safe here .here. Later. Just try andto walk with me,me; you look like hellhell, but weyou made it through that so I'm thinking you can get out of here."limp outta here."Ryan's kneecaps bore the bloodstains of his agonising journey across the gravelled concrete , he had limp that almost matched Liam's broken stride. The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight. Asight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps . Liam ,footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How many times did they-"they--" Ryan's complexion, draining of colorcolor, almost gave away a two digitrevealed a two-digit number. "Eleven timestimes. They assaulted you eleven times. YouAnd then you threw up four times , Liam , as well .on top of that. And they just kept on-"on--" With a haunted expression in his eyeseyes, Liam whispered hoarsehoarsely into the still air, his voice heavy with confusion. "How the hell am I alive .alive? You're telling me I went through that four times ,entire times? I ought to have died long before this..." .should be dead, not ... " Ryan equaled a long ,exhaled a long, steady breath as he hoisted Liam up a little higher "theynotch higher. "They shoved electrolytes down your throat, which was grim to watchas all hell to see. It's not likeas if it helped you hold down water ,water; they practically killed you. butBut you're still alive. "alive, freaking hell, man. You're a god or something I swear." Ryan heartily clapped Liam over the shoulder in a shared triumph, as Liam offered a weak smile. "Yeah"Yeah, I'm a badass ,badass, but what's your place in all this anyway?this? You're not a plantplant, so what were you doing back there ?"there?"

USER: How aboutCould this revisionbe a published work ? It only amounted to one, and it would always--in his chlorophyll-soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation, he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back down, and he was wracked with a violent shiver of resistance. Then, as the urge overcame him yet again, a voice pierced through the sky, a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony. "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer, just blink twice." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop--No, I mustn't," he choked out.thought. He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder, as his throat tightened. It was just one time. Only ever one; if he expelled the drug from his intestines, it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiver of depraved invasion jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continued to pulse, counting away the seconds. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight dwindling. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaved through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late." In a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured.insisted. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his helplessness. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "My name's Ryan. I just woke up an hour ago; that sound was me dragging my bonesI've been trying to crawl over here. I've got you." Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--thosemerchandise--those bastards will killexterminate me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, welldog who needs out of his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to... well, I assume you saw right? ..."everything..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I sawwatched everything they did to you, yeah.yes. And I'm still here alright?. Nothere. I'm not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all of this... and how long'slong has it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Four weeks. Damed long enough for anyone..." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself. "Oh, God, it's been a whole month... How did I thinkonly assume it was only days?" Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh cruelty, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but you made it through that so I'm thinking youwe can limp outta here."Ryan's kneecaps bore the bloodstains of his agonising journey across the gravelled concrete , he had limp that almost matched Liam's broken stride.get out of here." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How many times did they--" Ryan's complexion, draining of color, almost revealed a two-digit number. "Eleven times. They assaulted you eleven times. And then youYou threw up four times on top of that.times, Liam, as well. And they just kept on--" With a haunted expression in his eyes, Liam whispered hoarsely into the still air, his voice heavy with confusion. "How the hell am I alive? You're telling meFour times... I went through that four entire times? I should be dead, not ... "ought to have died long before this..." Ryan exhaled a long, steady breath as he hoisted Liam up a notchlittle higher. "They shoved electrolytes down your throat, which was grim as all hell to see.to watch. It's not as iflike it helped you hold down water; they practically killed you. But you're still alive, freaking hell, man. You're a god or something I swear."alive." Ryan heartily clapped Liam over the shoulder in a shared triumph, as Liam offered a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm a badass, but what's your place in all this?this anyway? You're not a plant, so what were you doing back there?"

USER: Could this be a published work ? It only amounted to one, and it would always--in his chlorophyll-soakedfatigue-soaked corneas, tearsgrief fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation, he threw up withpsyche. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, thea primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread.thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energydesperation before his lids slid back down,closed, and he was wracked with a violent shivershivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him yet again,him, a voice pierced through the sky,his fog of despair, a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony.amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me? Don'tme?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try and answer,to answer that, just blink twice."twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop--No,stop-No I mustn't," he thought. He fought the deep surge of corrosion, likemustn't lose it," he choked. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicit substance wasn't unlike a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder,cylinder as his throat tightened. It was just one time. Only ever one; if he expelled the drug from his intestines, it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, hisnight,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake,mistake to accept, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiversensation of depraved invasioncruelty jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair.helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continuedcontinuing to pulse, counting away the seconds.seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight dwindling.ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heavedheaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late." Liam's heart was all over the floor, as he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , not far from tears. In a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here;here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice insisted.reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his helplessness.uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "My name's Ryan. I just woke up an hour ago; I've been trying to crawl over here."Hey, breathe . I've got you."you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the merchandise--thosecontraband--those bastards will exterminatekill me like a dog who needs out of his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to... well, I assumedog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw everything..."right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I watchedsaw everything they did to you, yes.yeah. And I'm still here. I'm nothere alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all of this... and how long haslong's it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Four weeks. Damed"Several weeks I'm guessing? Damned long enough for anyone..."anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself. "Oh, God, it's been a whole month...month hasn't it?... How did I only assumethink it was only days?" Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh cruelty,sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How many times did they--" Ryan's complexion, draining of color, almost revealed a two-digit number. "Eleven times. They assaulted you eleven times. You threw up four times, Liam, as well. And they just kept on--" With a haunted expression in his eyes, Liam whispered hoarsely into the still air, his voice heavy with confusion. "How the hell am I alive? Four times... I ought to have died long before this..." Ryan exhaled a long, steady breath as he hoisted Liam up a little higher. "They shoved electrolytes down your throat, which was grim to watch. It's not like it helped you hold down water; they practically killed you. But you're still alive." Ryan heartily clapped Liam over the shoulder in a shared triumph, as Liam offered a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm a badass, but what's your place in all this anyway? You're not a plant, so what were you doing back there?"

USER: It only amounted to one, and it would always--in his fatigue-soaked corneas, grief fed on his psyche. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't lose it," he choked. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicit substance wasn't unlike a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake to accept, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of depraved cruelty jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late." Liam's heart was all over the floor, as he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , not far from tears. In a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how long's it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several weeks I'm guessing? Damned long enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself. "Oh, God, it's been a whole month hasn't it?... How did I think it was only days?" Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight.weight, and Liam stood upright. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." They struggled along , their steps out of sync. They were moving forward despite the draining nature of their dehydration and emotional fatigue. The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How long has it been? Since I was thrown here from that helicopter?" Liam felt time liquidise cruelly , and he almost demanded an answer to anchor himself. "A day? A week? Ryan, how did you get here , the same way? Please tell me you know something?" . Ryan , laying a gentle hand on Liam's shoulder , kept his gaze neutral. "I was thrown down here after you. They held me at gunpoint too, but my mistake to refuse to be implanted with the contraband. Yours , I suppose, was to accept. But he'll, we all make mistakes under pressure like that. Don't beat yourself up. We're alive right? So we keep going , yeah?" Liam grit his teeth , nodding in acceptance of the reality in his wake, implored with resilience. "I need water , and soon, I need to find shade . Let's focus on that Ry'. Let's just focus on that ."

USER: It only amounted to one, and it would always--in his fatigue-soaked corneas, grief fed on his psyche. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't lose it," he choked. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicit substance wasn't unlike a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake to accept, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of depraved cruelty jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late." Liam's heart was all over the floor, as he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , not far from tears. In a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how long's it been?"Lanny times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several weeks I'm guessing? Damned longtimes at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself.himself, and standing upright:". "Oh, God, it's been a whole month hasn't it?... How did I think it was only days?"they almost killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight, and Liam stood upright.weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." TheyAs the struggled along , their steps out of sync. They were moving forward despite the draining nature of their dehydration and emotional fatigue.along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How long has it been? Sincedo I was thrownlook?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here from that helicopter?" Liam felt time liquidise cruelly , and he almost demanded an answer to anchor himself. "A day? A week? Ryan,for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how didmany, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you get here , the same way? Please tell mejust couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know something?" . Ryan , laying a gentle hand on Liam's shoulder , kept his gaze neutral. "I was thrown down here after you. They held me at gunpoint too, but my mistake to refuse to be implanted with the contraband. Yours , I suppose, was to accept. But he'll, we all make mistakes under pressure like that. Don't beat yourself up. We're alive right? So we keep going , yeah?" Liam grit his teeth , nodding in acceptance of the reality in his wake, implored with resilience. "I need water , and soon,levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need to find shadesleep . Let's focusnight Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on that Ry'. Let's just focus on that ."me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves .

USER: Is this emotionally complex and nuanced ? It only amounted to one, and it would always--in his fatigue-soakedalways be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, grief fed on his psyche.all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't lose it," he choked. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicit substance wasn't unlikeemanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake to accept, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of depraved crueltyviolation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late." Liam's heart was all over the floor, as he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , not far from tears. In a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how Lanny times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". "Oh, God, they almost killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As the struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel..Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go.. takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum fishing throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the boot elicited a wrought groan from his bound body . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his words strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raining his eyebrows above his blindfold , conveyed his incredulity. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam maintained his smirk, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-. His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place, please " Ryan whispered, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiating heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut.

USER: Is this emotionally complex and nuanced ? It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't lose it," he choked.I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicitThe next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake to accept,, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panicpupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat,the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." Liam's heart was all over the floor, asAs he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , not far from tears. Inhe diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion.exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how Lanny times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". "Oh, God, they almost killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As the struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel..Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go.. takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum fishing throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the boot elicited a wrought groan from his bound body . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his words strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raining his eyebrows above his blindfold , conveyed his incredulity. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam maintained his smirk, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-. His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place, please " Ryan whispered, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiating heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut.

USER: It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan. Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how Lanny times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". "Oh, God, they almost killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As the struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel..Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go.. takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum fishing throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the boot elicited a wrought groan from his bound body . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his words strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raining his eyebrows above his blindfold , conveyed his incredulity. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam maintained his smirk, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-. His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place, please " Ryan whispered, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiating heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. Mid afternoon , the taste of autumn was not too far away , when he had turned the thick, solid, reliable doorknob of his front door and stumbled drunkenly over the threshold into his apartment, his golden retriever straining not to lose his bladder as Ryan fell onto the sofa. "Hey Sadie girl" he called, and she dropped her head under his chin, deep brown eyes demanding his attention. Comfortable silence fell over him as he channel surfed , fiddled with the strands of stray cotton on his tracksuit pants and the occasion him hair Sadie had left behind. He then reached for a video game controller, and proceeded to blast the living hell out of a richly woven tapestry of technicolor escapism. Shoving responsibility, such as his overflowing sink , un-vacuumed carpet , to the side , he drowned his self indulgent pleasures Ryan glanced out across the field, the sizzling heat blanching the concrete under the bleachers. Another afternoon of training was wrapping up around him, with random teammates clapping him over the shoulder as they jogged past. His tendons ached with fatigue, and he attempted to ease the strain in his neck by stretching it wearily to the side. "So tired of all this," he muttered, despite the sense of fulfillment pulsing through his veins. It never quite seemed enough. Removing the residual sweat from his face with the hem of his jersey, he wrenched at the corner and dragged it across his brow. As he craned his neck, his taut abs caught the afternoon sunshine, and he was assaulted by a barrage of wolf whistles. "Yo, Ryan, you've been benching, eh?" one male voice called out to him from across the field. "She ain't gonna call you back, but I will!" another jibed in good humour. "As if I'd have the time for that, my life is so stressful I could just about--" Ryan lamented, his attention suddenly swallowed by a passing silhouette, a female figure with a perfect, core-of-an apple shape. His stare glassed over as Lara sent him a smile from behind her dark hair, her olive complexion glowing in the orange light as she came into view . Her light green eyes lingered just a moment too long and his stomach shot him a rush of intoxication as he smiled back, enamoured . "Yeah, that's what we don't have time for , Ryan " he mumbled under his breath, well out of her earshot as she elapsed him like a polarising eclipse as he ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, shaking his head. Her pristine white teeth, full lips and the echoes of her laughter interweaved through the blaring whistle of his coach. His legs screamed with lactic acid from running drills , and he found relief in the cooling breeze that brushed against his perspiration. In the quiet reprieve of the emptying arena, his thoughts flashed to his profoundly emptier shoe-box apartment. His hand, running along a faded imprint across his back, sent him chills . It was when his time was idle , his fingers would explore all the old wounds and he stopped himself; steeling his grip on his forearm. The impending evening promised him a decent meal , a sound night of sleep and insurmountable volumes of pay-per-view. Yet he felt exhausted as his mind flirted with the prospect of abandon. A night of rampant corruption, of revelry, and flames of his inexhaustible youth. That's when he felt a presence at his shoulder , and he lift his gaze. "Lara? How long have you been standing there?" he asked, broken from his distraction. "Not long, you look stressed out, is everything okay?" Her soft lilt fell on his ears , rendering him speechless . "Oh yeah. Just , life of a quarterback, y'know how hard it is being in demand right?" "Cheerleading coach and head cheerleader in an institution like this, yeah I think I might have a slight idea." Her laugh washed over him as his mind was soothed by its smoothness. "I have to get back out there , but I just wanted to say hey." Leaning forward, she pressed an open palm against his shoulder, leaving a slip of paper fluttering into his lap as she walked away. "Hey , to you too" he called out , in disorientation, fishing the scrap of paper from his lap. His fingers toyed with edge of the paper, and he slipped it into his pocket with resignation There was no answer as she disappeared into the haze of twilight that shimmered across the field . "What have we got ourselves into , huh?" . He grinned ruefully at the setting sun , with her number under his fingers as they returned to the crumpled paper and traced the digits with temptation . He sighed into the unfolding night as he rose from the bleachers and made his way toward the parking lot. After a long few hours spent in traffic , Ryan curtailed the escalating effect of gridlock on his nerves by fiddling with the radio. Song after song, he surfed the channels , sifting through droning ballads and unrelated classics that remanded him vaguely of childhood. Unresolved, he switched the station off entirely, strumming a fabricated tune on his jeans , and humming in agitation. "C'mon" he willed the stagnant vehicles with an offset jaw, scratching at his shoulder blade and realigning his neck . As the faint honking of horns replaced the old classics that had been playing , he found himself trapped. His mind was transported to an afternoon from years back, one he never recalled often , and its vivid presence made him flinch. The sun had been a waning backdrop as he'd stood crying on a green lawn, plastic spade in hand. A sandpit laid under his bare feet, and a familiar voice thundered through him, grinding him to a halt . Tears streamed down his face , each one a grave mistake. "You have until the count of three to stop crying-" Looming above him, his fate was closing in as the authorising voice descended upon him. " One...I'm not playing around , Ryan ...Two-" . Suddenly the blare of a horn sent sobering reality coursing through him as his eyes flew open and he slammed the accelerator, his memory entrenching itself in the dark corners of his subconscious as he drove in silence.The shadows of the highway painted themselves across his features in a haunting reflection of his solitude. Eventually he swung the leather wheel into its neutral position, unjamming the keys from the ignition . His long journey was over , but only just beginning as he encountered the stairs to his second floor apartment, , lethargy mocking him every step he endured. He fell onto his couch it misery, not paying the idiot box one iota of attention. Flashes of his friends, his studies , and lukewarm food, passed through his thoughts. And the occasional splice of Lara's embodiment of perfection made his void stomach flip. He then fell in an encompassing sleep, his entire psyche drowned in the salvation of dreamless peace . Sun came streaming into the claustrophobic living room, stirring Ryan from his unconscious haven. His eyes , opening and closing again as he groaned, radiated the early morning and forced him awake. His hands drifted absent minded , to the intricate patterns just above the small of his back. His clenching teeth ground tighter and he fingered the imprint with disdain. Already unsure of how it had been inflicted , it was all a part of the blueprint that he covered day in , day out. Like a roadmap only he had the itinerary to. But as he folded deep creases into the map and buried it into his mind , it was safe in the shallows of his mind for another day . Retrieving the slip of paper from his jeans , her number jarred at his mind . He punched the string of digits into his phone , and glared at the screen, before locking it and prying himself off the couch . After showering, and shovelling a dry , milk-laced bowl of cereal down into his wrenching stomach, he stopped at his door. "Well , here goes nothin'" he muttered as he thumbed his phone's screen and his index finger touched

USER: Is the plot comprehensive : It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. Name's Ryan.It's me, Ry' . Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how Lannymany times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". "Oh, God,", well , it feels like they almost killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As the struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" Two days later: As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . Two days earlier: "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" . Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel..Threwvessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go..go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum fishing throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the boot elicited a wrought groan from his bound body . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his words strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raining his eyebrows above his blindfold , conveyed his incredulity. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam maintained his smirk, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-. His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place, pleaseplace " Ryan whispered,he said roughly, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiating heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. Mid afternoon , the taste of autumnNot secure in the moment of respite from their captors presence , he repeated the name "Valen..." . And nothing. "Cmon Ryan, you know this.." His reactive groan struck the air , "Ah shit.. we know that name..we been lying here with nothing else to do but remember which one is which." His willing of comprehension encompassed a tight circle of void as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good is this , it's not like we can carry out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time ... I got a bad feeling Liam. " His words, more for himself, settled in the abyss of cold sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then , it happened , all in one sickening moment. Liam , screaming through his gag, purged the contraband and Ryan pulled him unnaturally close, the contraband nothing but a failure on the footpath . As Ryan locked his mouth over Liam's , the next retch was almost pure bile, filling his mouth with a repulsive tang , and his stomach lurched . As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, thrashing and screaming, driving his own skull into the concrete until the blindfold was loose and falling . "Valen, clean this mess up" a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man" . The next moments were heinous , as they yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Implant him again, he'll bridge the gap. " closing his eyes , Ryan twisted his body away , screaming in feigned agony, convulsing against the cracks in the pavement . Valen barely spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence . As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat , he went limp . " An iced , almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captors footsteps proceeded to fade. "Playing dead huh, you've got a pulse , but you're useless, Ryan . " Fingers sank into his jugular and their imprint left him shaking as Valen disappeared . Ryan turned his stare to the shaken Liam , knowing it was square one . But for the last time . "I'll get you out of here " he rasped at Liam's broken down body. The present: The night was long, but the first rays of twilight seemed to promise a longer day, and Ryan's eyes opened with a start. Drinking in his surroundings, a trench , dampened with fresh soil and drained water bottles , he ran over the ruse.Liam stirred at the sound of Ryan's mumbling, and grinned through unbrushed, discoloured teeth. "Yo Ry, now that we're free and only faking captivity , you do realise the original strategy that got us out of that concrete middle of nowhere scenario , might still be -" "Yeah , yeah, you threw up in my mouth and -I deserve an Oscar for that. I executed one hell of a death rattle .. and I could die all over again if I had to. " "Well you didn't throw up-you've guts Ry'. I'll give you that. Iron clad guts. " "Yeah, thanks. " Ryan smiled in the darkness , his eyes gleaming with a raze of light, before adding "y'know , I haven't even had a moment to think about what I left behind till just now.. and I don't want to bore you with my meandering.." "Nah, buddy, in this situation, what does it matter what you say , or don't say. It's all -fleeting anyway. So hit me . Go on , if it'll make you feel better. It's not too far away , when he had turned the thick, solid, reliable doorknob of his front door and stumbled drunkenly over the threshold into his apartment, his golden retriever straining not to lose his bladder as Ryan fell onto the sofa. "Hey Sadie girl" he called, and she dropped her head under his chin, deep brown eyes demanding his attention. Comfortable silence fell over him as he channel surfed , fiddled with the strands of stray cottonlike I'm goin' anywhere. " "Well , the last thing I remember was saying "no, can't have any desert Jackson you can just go to your room, you didn't eat -" I just, ah shit. I was tough on his tracksuit pants and the occasion him hair Sadie had left behind. He then reached for a video game controller, and proceeded to blast the living hell out of a richly woven tapestry of technicolor escapism. Shoving responsibility, such as his overflowing sink , un-vacuumed carpet , to the side , he drowned his self indulgent pleasures Ryan glanced out across the field, the sizzling heat blanching the concrete under the bleachers. Another afternoon of training was wrapping up around him, with random teammates clapping him over the shoulder as they jogged past. His tendons ached with fatigue, and he attempted to ease the strain in his neck by stretching it wearily to the side. "So tired of all this," he muttered, despite the sense of fulfillment pulsing through his veins. It never quite seemed enough. Removing the residual sweat from his face with the hem of his jersey, he wrenched at the corner and dragged it across his brow. As he craned his neck, his taut abs caught the afternoon sunshine, and he was assaulted by a barrage of wolf whistles. "Yo, Ryan, you've been benching, eh?" one male voice called out to him from across the field. "She ain't gonna call you back, but I will!" another jibed in good humour. "As if I'd have the time for that, my life is so stressful I could just about--" Ryan lamented, his attention suddenly swallowed by a passing silhouette, a female figure with a perfect, core-of-an apple shape. His stare glassed over as Lara sent him a smile from behind her dark hair, her olive complexion glowing in the orange light as she came into view . Her light green eyes lingered just a moment too long and his stomach shot him a rush of intoxication as he smiled back, enamoured . "Yeah, that's what we don't have time for , Ryan " he mumbled under his breath, well out of her earshot as she elapsed him like a polarising eclipse as he ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, shaking his head. Her pristine white teeth, full lips and the echoes of her laughter interweaved through the blaring whistle of his coach. His legs screamed with lactic acid from running drills , and he found relief in the cooling breeze that brushed against his perspiration. In the quiet reprieve of the emptying arena, his thoughts flashed to his profoundly emptier shoe-box apartment. His hand, running along a faded imprint across his back, sent him chills . It was when his time was idle , his fingers would explore all the old wounds and he stopped himself; steeling his grip on his forearm. The impending evening promised him a decent meal , a sound night of sleep and insurmountable volumes of pay-per-view. Yet he felt exhausted as his mind flirted with the prospect of abandon. A night of rampant corruption, of revelry, and flames of his inexhaustible youth. That's when he felt a presence at his shoulder , and he lift his gaze. "Lara? How long have you been standing there?" he asked, broken from his distraction. "Not long, you look stressed out, is everything okay?" Her soft lilt fell on his ears , rendering him speechless . "Oh yeah. Just , life of a quarterback, y'know how hard it is being in demand right?" "Cheerleading coach and head cheerleader in an institution like this, yeah I think I might have a slight idea." Her laugh washed over him as his mind was soothed by its smoothness. "Ithe poor kid and now- I have to get back out there , but I just wanted to say hey." Leaning forward, she pressed an open palmhome . Even my dog will be wondering where I upped and offed to. " Liam , cracking his knuckles against his shoulder, leaving a slip of paper fluttering into his lap as she walked away. "Hey , to you too" he called out , in disorientation, fishing the scrap of paper from his lap. His fingers toyed with edge of the paper, and he slipped it into his pocket with resignationthe dirt, lifted his chin and pivoted his head to meet Ryan's gaze. "He'll have forgotten what you said , what you did, how tough ya went on him. The strategy, we focus on that , yeah. You're a decent guy and I'm not letting you stew on trivial mistakes ." There was no answer as she disappeared into the haze of twilight that shimmered across the field . "What have we got ourselves into , huh?" . He grinned ruefully at the setting sun , with her number under his fingers as they returned to the crumpled paper and traced the digits with temptation . He sighed into the unfolding night as he rose from the bleachers and made his way toward the parking lot. After a long few hours spent in traffic ,a solidify moment of camaraderie between them as Ryan curtailed the escalating effect of gridlock on his nerves by fiddling with the radio. Song after song, he surfed the channels , sifting through droning ballads and unrelated classics that remanded him vaguely of childhood. Unresolved, he switched the station off entirely, strumming a fabricated tune on his jeans , and humming in agitation. "C'mon" he willed the stagnant vehicles with an offset jaw, scratching at his shoulder blade and realigning his neck . As the faint honking of horns replaced the old classics that had been playing , he found himself trapped. His mind was transported to an afternoon from years back,rearranged the fabric constraints in his lap, weaving one he never recalled often , andshredded piece over another, and Liam dropped his chin back onto its vivid presence made him flinch. The sun had been a waning backdrop as he'd stood crying on a green lawn, plastic spade in hand. A sandpit laid under his bare feet, and a familiar voice thundered through him, grinding him to a halt . Tears streamed down his face , each one a grave mistake. "You have until the count of three to stop crying-" Looming above him, his fate was closing in as the authorising voice descended upon him. " One...I'm not playing around , Ryan ...Two-" . Suddenly the blare of a horn sent sobering reality coursing through him as his eyes flew open and he slammed the accelerator, his memory entrenching itself in the dark corners of his subconscious as he drove in silence.The shadows of the highway painted themselves across his features in a haunting reflection of his solitude. Eventually he swung the leather wheel into its neutral position, unjamming the keys from the ignition . His long journey was over , but only just beginning as he encountered the stairs to his second floor apartment, , lethargy mocking him every step he endured. He fell onto his couch it misery, not paying the idiot box one iota of attention. Flashes of his friends, his studies , and lukewarm food, passed through his thoughts. And the occasional splice of Lara's embodiment of perfection made his void stomach flip. He then fell in an encompassing sleep, his entire psyche drowned in the salvation of dreamless peace . Sun came streaming into the claustrophobic living room, stirring Ryan from his unconscious haven. His eyes , opening and closing again as he groaned, radiated the early morning and forced him awake. His hands drifted absent minded , to the intricate patterns just above the small of his back. His clenching teeth ground tighter and he fingered the imprint with disdain. Already unsure of how it had been inflicted , it was all a part of the blueprint that he covered day in , day out. Like a roadmap only he had the itinerary to. But as he folded deep creases into the map and buried it into his mind , it was safe in the shallows of his mind for another day . Retrieving the slip of paper from his jeans , her number jarred at his mind . He punched the string of digits into his phone , and glared at the screen, before locking it and prying himself off the couch . After showering, and shovelling a dry , milk-laced bowl of cereal down into his wrenching stomach, he stopped at his door. "Well , here goes nothin'" he muttered as he thumbed his phone's screen and his index finger touchedmound of filth.

USER: Is the plot comprehensive : It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. It's me, Ry' . Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how many times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". ", wellWell , it feels like they killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As thethey struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittaldetached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time.suddenly heard something in the distance. "Taken 'em long enough, but I think our time may be up..." . Resignation consumed his drawn features as Ryan mirrored Liam's expression. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. Mess with their heads at the very least. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb"dumb. Just be useless as distracting as possible, like you lost your memory. Ad lib the hell outta this. If they think I'm still bound, they'll think I'm still a plant." Before he could elaborate,elaborate further, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass.dirt alongside the pavement . "Here , bite down "Liamdown." Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" Two days later: As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . Two days earlier: Ryan's eyes remained closed as he listened in terror. "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" . Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum fishingfinishes throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the bootblow elicited a wrought groan from his bound bodytorso . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his wordsvoice strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, rainingraising his eyebrows above his blindfold , conveyed his incredulity.felt the flames of desperation chase his wit , as the heat encroached on the edges of psyche. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam maintained his smirk,laughed through his gritted teeth, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." They both succumbed to the heat. There was energy to conserve. Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory seemed dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-.anymore-please-." His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with a repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place "place" he said roughly, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiatingradiated heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. Not secure in the moment of respite from their captors presence ,In an effort to recall anything useful he repeated the name "Valen..." .as it paralysed his tongue. "Valen". And nothing. "Cmon Ryan, you know this.." His reactive groan struck the air , "Ah shit.. we know that name..wethis..we been lying here with nothing else to do but remember which onebastard is which." His willing of comprehension encompassed a tight circle of void as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good is this , it's not like we can carry out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time ... I got a bad feeling Liam. " His words, more for himself, settled in the abyss of cold sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then , it happened , all in one sickening moment. Liam , screaming through his gag, purged the contraband and Ryan pulled him unnaturally close, the contrabandsubstance nothing but a failure on the footpathwinding pavement . As Ryan locked his mouth over Liam's , his the next retch was almostretch, pure bile, filling hisfilled Ryan's mouth with a repulsive tang , and his stomach lurched . As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, thrashing and screaming,retching the contents of his own stomach , driving his own skull into the concrete until thehis blindfold was loose and falling . "Valen, clean this mess up" a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man" . The next moments were heinous , as theyhands yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Implant him again, he'll bridge the gap. " closing". Closing his eyes , Ryan twisted his body away , screaming in feigned agony, convulsing against the cracks in the pavement . Valen barely spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence . As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat , he went limp . " An iced , almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captorscaptors' footsteps proceeded to fade. "Playing dead huh, you've got a pulse , but you're useless, Ryan . "Ryan". Fingers sank into his jugular and their imprint left him shaking as Valen disappeared .disappeared, an uneven gait carrying his dragging boots into oblivion. Ryan turned his stare torested his eyes on the shaken Liam , knowing it was square one . But for the last time . "I'll get you out of here " he rasped at Liam's broken downdesecrated body. The present: The night was long, but the first rays of twilight seemed to promise a longer day, and Ryan's eyes opened with a start. Drinking in his surroundings, a trench , dampened with fresh soil and drained water bottles , he ran over the ruse.Liam stirred at the sound of Ryan's mumbling, and grinned through unbrushed, discoloured teeth. "Yo Ry, now that we're free and only faking captivity , you do realise the original strategy that got us out of that concrete middle of nowhere scenario , might still be -" "Yeah , yeah, you threw up in my mouth and -I deserve an Oscar for that. I executed one hell of a death rattle .. and I could die all over again if I had to. " "Well you didn't throw up-you'veup-much-you've guts Ry'. I'll give you that. Iron clad guts. " "Yeah, thanks. " Ryan smiled in the darkness , his eyes gleaming with a raze of light, before adding "y'know , I haven't even had a moment to think about what I left behind till just now.. and I don't want to bore you with my meandering.." "Nah, buddy, in this situation, what does it matter what you say , or don't say. It's all -fleetingfleeting anyway. So hit me . Go on , if it'll make you feel better. It's not like I'm goin' anywhere. " "Well , the last thing I remember was saying "no, can't have any desert Jackson you can just go to your room, you didn't eat -" I just, ah shit. I was tough on the poor kid and now- I have to get back home . Even my dog will be wondering where I upped and offed to. " Liam , cracking his knuckles against the dirt, lifted his chin and pivoted his head to meet Ryan's gaze. "He'll have forgotten what you said , what you did, how tough ya went on him. The strategy, we focus on that , yeah. You're a decent guy and I'm not letting you stew on trivial mistakes .". You're going home to your kid. And Lara. I swear on my shredded , masticated guts." There was a solidifysolidifying moment of camaraderie between them as Ryan rearranged the fabric constraints in his lap, weaving one shredded piece over another, and Liam dropped his chin back onto its mound of filth. "What about you ...wife..kids? You never did have the chance to say." "Nah, doubt anyone know I'm gone. It's suddenly a luxury, having no obligations to uphold . If I don't survive this-what difference could it make ." "Well for one , when Jackson turns three , I won't have that single friend for Lara's girlfriends to fawn over, to throw themselves at-" "Ok , don't get an arrow on your back Cupid . But really , we get you home , and I will happily occupy your bevy of attractive single ladies-" Ryan laughed in amusement "Oh I'm sure you will. You handsome fucker." They both released sighs of resolve and cautious relief, the alleviating darkness of the trench casting shadows across their faces, a contrast from the heat of the past few days.

USER: It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. It's me, Ry' . Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how many times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". ", Well , it feels like they killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As they struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a detached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, suddenly heard something in the distance. "Taken 'em long enough, but I think our time may be up..." . Resignation consumed his drawn features as Ryan mirrored Liam's expression. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. Mess with their heads at the very least. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb. Just be useless as distracting as possible, like you lost your memory. Ad lib the hell outta this. If they think I'm still bound, they'll think I'm still a plant." Before he could elaborate further, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the dirt alongside the pavement . "Here , bite down." Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" Two days later: As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levityWhich passage is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . Two days earlier: Ryan's eyes remained closed as he listened in terror. "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" . Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum finishes throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the blow elicited a wrought groan from his bound torso . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his voice strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raising his eyebrows above his blindfold , felt the flames of desperation chase his wit , as the heat encroached on the edges of psyche. "I could feign choking... on your vomit , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . Maybe I'll actually throw up..." Liam laughed through his gritted teeth, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind." They both succumbed to the heat. There was energy to conserve.more emotionally resonant? One: Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory seemed dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-." His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with a repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place" he said roughly, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiated heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. In an effort to recall anything useful he repeated the name as it paralysed his tongue. "Valen". And nothing. "Cmon Ryan, you know this.." His reactive groan struck the air , "Ah shit.. we know this..we been lying here with nothing else to do but remember which bastard is which." His willing of comprehension encompassed a tight circle of void as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good is this , it's not like we can carry out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time ... I got a bad feeling Liam. " His words, more for himself, settled in the abyss of cold sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then , it happened , all in one sickening moment. Liam , screaming through his gag, purged the contraband and Ryan pulled him unnaturally close, the substance nothing but a failure on the winding pavement . As Ryan locked his mouth over Liam's , his the next retch, pure bile, filled Ryan's mouth with a repulsive tang , and his stomach lurched . As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, thrashing and retching the contents of his own stomach , driving his skull into the concrete until his blindfold was loose and falling . "Valen, clean this mess up" a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man" . The next moments were heinous , as hands yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Implant him again, he'll bridge the gap. ". Closing his eyes , Ryan twisted his body away , screaming in feigned agony, convulsing against the cracks in the pavement . Valen barely spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence . As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat , he went limp .limp, feigning death. An iced , almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captors' footsteps proceeded to fade. "Playing dead huh, you've got a pulse , but you're useless, Ryan". Fingers sank into his jugular and their imprint left him shaking as Valen disappeared, an uneven gait carrying his dragging boots into oblivion. Ryan rested his eyes on the shaken Liam , knowing it was square one . But for the last time . "I'll get you out of here " he rasped at Liam's desecrated body. The present: The night was long, but the first rays of twilight seemed to promise a longer day, and Ryan's eyes opened with a start. Drinking in his surroundings, a trench , dampened with fresh soil and drained water bottles , he ran over the ruse.Liam stirred at the sound of Ryan's mumbling, and grinned through unbrushed, discoloured teeth. "Yo Ry, now that we're free and only faking captivity , you do realise the original strategy that got us out of that concrete middle of nowhere scenario , might still be -" "Yeah , yeah, you threw up in my mouth and -I deserve an Oscar for that. I executed one hell of a death rattle .. and I could die all over again if I had to. " "Well you didn't throw up-much-you've guts Ry'. I'll give you that. Iron clad guts. " "Yeah, thanks. " Ryan smiled in the darkness , his eyes gleaming with a raze of light, before adding "y'know , I haven't even had a moment to think about what I left behind till just now.. and I don't want to bore you with my meandering.." "Nah, buddy, in this situation, what does it matter what you say , or don't say. It's all fleeting anyway. So hit me . Go on , if it'll make you feel better. It's not like I'm goin' anywhere. " "Well , the last thing I remember was saying "no, can't have any desert Jackson you can just go to your room, you didn't eat -" I just, ah shit. I was tough on the poor kid and now- I have to get back home . Even my dog will be wondering where I upped and offed to. " Liam , cracking his knuckles against the dirt, lifted his chin and pivoted his head to meet Ryan's gaze. "He'll have forgotten what you said , what you did, how tough ya went on him. The strategy, we focus on that , yeah. You're a decent guy and I'm not letting you stew on trivial mistakes . You're going home to your kid. And Lara. I swear on my shredded , masticated guts." There was a solidifying moment of camaraderie between them as Ryan rearranged the fabric constraints in his lap, weaving one shredded piece over another, and Liam dropped his chin back onto its mound of filth. "What about you ...wife..kids? You never did have the chance to say." "Nah, doubt anyone know I'm gone. It's suddenly a luxury, having no obligations to uphold . If I don't survive this-what difference could it make ." "Well for one , when Jackson turns three , I won't have that single friend for Lara's girlfriends to fawn over, to throw themselves at-" "Ok , don't get an arrow on your back Cupid . But really , we get you home , and I will happily occupy your bevy of attractive single ladies-" Ryan laughed in amusement "Oh I'm sure you will. You handsome fucker." They both released sighs of resolve and cautious relief, the alleviating darkness of the trench casting shadows across their faces, a contrast from the heat of the past few days.

USER: Which passage is more emotionally resonant? One:It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. It's me, Ry' . Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how many times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". ", well , it feels like they killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." As the struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittal gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory seemed dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashingat gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . Just let"How was it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-." His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with a repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomita mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can takekeep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your damn place" he said roughly, unable to watch another pained movementown binds, just playin' dumb" Before he could elaborate, Ryan was tearing the hems from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illuminationhis jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass. "Here , bite down "Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiated heat , the silvery, contrasting glowLiam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" Two days later: As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. In an effort to recall anything useful he repeated the name as it paralysed his tongue. "Valen". And nothing. "Cmon Ryan,bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know this.." His reactive groan struck the air , "Ah shit.. we know this..we been lying here with nothing else to do but remember which bastardmy levity is which." His willing of comprehension encompassed a tight circle of void as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good isjeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this , it's not like we can carryforsaken trench without you. This dug out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time ... I got a bad feeling Liam.hole of sheer beauty. " His words, more for himself, settled in the abyss of cold sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then , it happened , all in one sickening moment. Liam , screaming through his gag, purged the contraband and Ryan pulled him unnaturally close, the substance nothing but a failure on the winding pavement . As Ryan locked his mouth over Liam's , his the next retch, pure bile, filled Ryan's mouth with a repulsive tang , and his stomach lurched . As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, thrashing and retching the contents of his own stomach , driving his skull into the concrete until his blindfold was loose and falling . "Valen, clean this mess up" a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man" . The next moments were heinous , as hands yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Implant him again, he'll bridge the gap. ". Closing his eyes , Ryan twisted his body away , screaming in feigned agony, convulsing against the cracks in the pavement . Valen barely spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence . As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat , he went limp, feigning death. An iced , almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captors' footsteps proceeded to fade. "Playing dead huh, you've got a pulse , but you're useless, Ryan". Fingers sank into his jugular and their imprint left him shaking as Valen disappeared, an uneven gait carrying his dragging boots into oblivion. Ryan rested his eyes on the shaken Liam , knowing it was square one . But for the last time . "I'll get you out of here " he rasped at Liam's desecrated body.

USER: One time It only amounted to one, and it would always be one and never two --and through his jaundice-soaked corneas, all he could see was nausea. Suddenly, he was overcome by a violent heave, a primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with fury. It could never stop: his body rejected the substance over and over; he was hanging by a thread of sanity. "Not again. Please no-" Liam clenched his teeth, the crucial moment upon him; he had to keep the substance down, or the consequences would be dire. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperation before his lids slid closed, and he was wracked with shivers of resistance. Then, as the urge to be sick overcame him, a voice pierced through his fog of despair, a lifeline amidst his struggle. "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I-" he choked out , his voice puncturing the air. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would to amount to zero. Square one. The next moment , the substance began its rise, emanating a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night,his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, what ever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice , coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness . The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His pupils dilated with horror as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire . "Twice... now it's too late." As he twisted his gaze away from the glistening pool of spilt contraband , he diverted the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, he failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth in determination. "No, I'm still here Liam; you just had an intense vomiting episode--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his uselessness in the matter. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe . I've got you. It's me, Ry' . Hold on while I get rid of this-" Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse-" Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his gritted hair. . "I'll be, well you saw right? ..." Liam's voice was filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere. Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here alright?. Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... how many times was I re-fed the drug after failing?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least . Enough times enough for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright:". ", wellWell , it feels like they killed me already." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't even remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight. "I can explain to you exactly how, but it's not safe here. Later. Just try to walk with me; you look like hell, but we can get out of here." Liam's jaw clenched as he whispered "Please help me-", flinching as the sight of his ruined clothing . Of his jeans , stained with fingerprints , lying crumpled on the side of the path , and Ryan helped him back into them , as Liam winced. "They don't care what they leave behind" he muttered , his eyes catching on an emptied bottle of lubricant, and the confronting plastic surface of a turned in glove. Ryan , hoisting Liam along , only offered a few words , his heart stalled by the sight . "Sadistic , perverted bastards" , his voice rising about a whisper. "Try to focus on the here and now yeah?". Liam's grinding teeth betrayed his disgust as he nodded "Yeah." As thethey struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync , Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him . "How long has it been since I was thrown down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell ?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a noncommittaldetached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, resting a hand on his shoulder . "I was thrown down here after you. And I was held at gunpoint but , my mistake was to resist the contraband, I suppose yours was to accept being a plant for them. " Liam , gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare . "How was it a mistake to refuse ...this?" I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going Ry' . I need to find water , and shade. And soon." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight--a concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps. Liam, with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time.suddenly heard something in the distance. "Taken 'em long enough, but I think our time may be up..." . Resignation consumed his drawn features as Ryan mirrored Liam's expression. "You know , we could just let them gain on us, and pretend we were dropped here. Mess with their heads at the very least. " Ryan fell to the ground by Liam, out of breath , hushing his tone . "You mean?" Liam , nodding as footsteps grew closer , bore a glint in his eye. "Yeah I'm talking ... you binding me back up , and then you acting like you just bust your own binds, just playin' dumb"dumb. Just be useless as distracting as possible, like you lost your memory. Ad lib the hell outta this. If they think I'm still bound, they'll think I'm still a plant." Before he could elaborate,elaborate further, Ryan was tearing the hems from his jeans and gesturing for Liam to lie down , planking himself low in the grass.dirt alongside the pavement . "Here , bite down "Liamdown." Liam wrapped his tongue around the gag and groaned as if agony were ripping through him, thrashing his head in mock-distress. Ryan smirked , as he tore fibres of denim apart and strew them across his lap as if he'd ripped them in panic. Then , smearing dirt across his face, and running some loose soil through his teeth he grunted "How do I look?" . Liam jostled his gag aside with the turn of his head "like a fucking princess , now realign my gag and act like you've just seen-" Shoving Liam's gag back into place, a gunshot rang out and Ryan dropped to the ground , his smile gone . "Shit , I hope this works-" Two days later: As Liam accepted a night of sleep in his self imposed gag, with Ryan in his vision as his closed his eyes, the taste of water seem potent. "Glad we got our hands on these" he said, gesturing at the stockpile of plastic drink bottles, their labels faded , and falling away with the length they'd been undiscovered. "Whoever stashed these in an actual trench, I've gotta find that bastard and kiss him" Liam laughed, as fatigue washed over his slowed movements. "You can just sleep already" Ryan groaned and toyed with his fake gag remains in disbelief . "It actually pays to be crazy. I mean technically we are still kidnapped right, but we have a night to sleep , recover and then devise a plan to get out of here for real" Liam smiled , his eyes still closed , offered a swift taunt, perforating the silence with a chuckle. "Already on it, Ry, already cookin' the getaway. There'll be a Mercedes , women, dunno how many, how many would you-" "Shut up , I thought you just couldn't wait to lie down cause of the fatigue and the dehydration ..." "Aww Ry, you know my levity is jeopardy " "What does that even mean?" "It means I'm fatigued and dehydrated and I need sleep . night Ry, couldn't have made it to this forsaken trench without you. This dug out hole of sheer beauty. " "Yeah yeah, couldn't have got this far without you either. Pains me to admit but back there , what you went through kept me going. " "don't get sentimental on me now, Ryan" Liam was met with a placating silence, Ryan's consciousness slipping into the malaise of exhaustion, reassuring after all the discourse they'd endured. Liam embraced the calm , his eyes glazing over as hydration salved his nerves . Two days earlier: Ryan's eyes remained closed as he listened in terror. "If he vomits it up... we'll just have to get Valen to deal with it" . Ryan clung to every word , albeit with slipping clarity , his heart raging through his chest. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any real use... " The air was innocuous yet insidious as Ryan drew a breath, feeling eyes on him , his blindfold baring a sliver of vision. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options . " Then as a splatter of saliva hit the ground near Ryan's cheek, where he lay facedown, the voice conceded. "He's the new vessel when this piece of scum finishes throwing up " . Ryan watched in pure horror as a boot made rough contact with Liam's ribcage, and the force of the blow elicited a wrought groan from his bound torso . "Ah, you fuckers" he grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his head at Liam's audacity, Ryan smirked despite the discomfort of watching Liam suffer in his place. As the shadows of their boots dissipated with heavy thuds, Ryan threw a few words at Liam, his voice strained and dry. "Man, I'm sorry...If I'd have known how they intended to -" Unfazed , Liam only grinned in response , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a little outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. You know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the whole enchilada, spasming, coughing up your own blood-" Ryan, raising his eyebrows above his blindfold , felt the flames of desperation chase his wit , as the heat encroached on the edges of psyche. "Think about this Liam, your dehydrated, and when you puke your guts, in binds , and a gag, I could t buy you enough time. But I could ingest it when you lose it , try and hold it down , that could prevent them implanting either one of us , I'll make this work . At this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . I doubt the effects will be half as bad as-"..." Liam laughed through his gritted teeth, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind. But this is a choice I made, and I'm not sure I feel so sound with you doin' that..." With a helpless glean passing across his eyes, Ryan said with a flat tone . "What choice do we have . This bullshit is inhumane. Don't thank me later, no need ." It was etched in Liam's face , his sinking realisation of what transgression truly meant . His voice was hoarse as he whispered "Theyll only use you next , but , God I -" . "I said don't thank me Liam. I'm doing this. "Ryan insisted, the gun metal tone close in the air. All Liam could muster was a hoarse "Thanks." As he collapsed face down , his smile intercepted with a grave smirk. They both succumbed to the heat, as time because immeasurable to Ryan's convergent stream of consciousness. There was energy to conserve. Ryan only held fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory seemed dispersed into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" Ryan's pleas fell into the rancid , stale air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-." His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with a repetition that haunted Ryan as he forfeited sleep. "Just vomit so I can take your damn place" he said roughly, unable to watch another pained movement from Liam, his outline traced by cool, eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination . His perspiration-soaked flesh radiated heat , the silvery, contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin twisted nausea into Ryan's gut. In an effort to recall anything useful he repeated the name as it paralysed his tongue. "Valen". And nothing. "Cmon Ryan, you know this..." His reactive groan struck the air , "Ah shit... we know this...we been lying here with nothing else to do but remember which bastard is which." His willing of comprehension encompassed a tight circle of void as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good is this , it's not like we can carry out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time. ... I got a bad feeling Liam. " His words, more for himself, settled in the abyss of cold sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then , it happened , all in one sickening moment. Liam , screaming through his gag, purged the contraband and Ryan pulled him unnaturally close, the substance nothing but a failure on the winding pavement "Shit" Ryan cursed at the ruptured sac of fluids , coated in Liam's insides , and ingested it, his throat immediately closing and a violent wrack tore through him. As Ryan locked his mouth over Liam's , his next retch, pure bile and potential traces of the substance, filled Ryan's mouth with a repulsive tang , and his stomach lurched . As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, thrashing and retching the contents of his own stomach , driving his skull into the concrete until his blindfold was loose and falling . "Valen, clean this mess up" a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man" . The next moments were heinous , as hands yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Implant him again, he'll bridge the gap. ". Closing his eyes , Ryan twisted his body away , convulsing against the cracks in the pavement . Valen barely spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence . As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat , he went limp , feigning death as he stalled his natural urge to inhale. An iced , almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captors' footsteps proceeded to fade out of earshot. "We can't smuggle your sloppy seconds. Nice try. Really nice attempt at escape, as if you had a chance . You couldn't even hold it down , huh? You're useless, Ryan. Now he's back at the start. Look at him . Take a nice hard stare at your failure". Fingers sank into his jugular and their imprint left him shaking as Valen disappeared, an uneven gait carrying his dragging boots into oblivion, along with a slow clap , a mocking applause in the night. Ryan rested his eyes on the shaken Liam , knowing it was square one . But for the last time . "I'll get you out of here " he rasped at Liam's desecrated body. The present: The night was long, but the first rays of twilight seemed to promise a longer day, and Ryan's eyes opened with a start. Drinking in his surroundings, a trench , dampened with fresh soil and drained water bottles , he ran over the ruse.Liam stirred at the sound of Ryan's mumbling, and grinned through unbrushed, discoloured teeth. "Yo Ry, now that we're free and only faking captivity , you do realise the original strategy that got us out of that concrete middle of nowhere scenario , might still be -" "Yeah , yeah, you threw up in my mouth and -I deserve an Oscar for that. I executed one hell of a death rattle .. and I could die all over again if I had to. " "Well you didn't throw up-much-you've guts Ry'. I'll give you that. Iron clad guts. " There was a solidifying moment of camaraderie between them as Ryan rearranged the fabric constraints in his lap, weaving one shredded piece over another, and Liam dropped his chin back onto its mound of filth.