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He looked at him, completely enraged and scared. He was trying to hide his fear and show the anger inside him. "Say what? That my name is John? That I'm John Egbert!" He looked at him, a little smile on his lips, it died quickly.

2015-03-24 09:09:21

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He pushed him against the wall with a thump, his hand going to his throat. "Your name. Is Jake English. I am Dirk strider. I love you. And you love me." He hissed out to him. "Now who are you?" He asked dangerously

2015-03-24 09:11:52

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He squirms a little under him. "Why would I love you. Why would I care about you ever? Why? I am still John Egbert. I will always be John Egbert!" He pushed him with his hands, hoping he would get far back enough for him to get away.

2015-03-24 09:21:08

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He growled again and slammed him into the wall again. "You are Jake English!" He yelled. He wasn't getting it. He was doing as much as he could, maybe he needed to do more. "Fucking say it, who are you?!"

2015-03-24 09:24:07

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His breath hitched a little, the air knocked out of him for a second. He stopped, staring, trying to catch his breath. He rose his knee, hitting him in the crotch as hard as he could. "John Egbert. Fuck you."

2015-03-24 09:34:12

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He held still pinning him to the wall by his throat. He didnt make a sound. "Lets see how you feel after a week without me" he said dangerously monotone. He pulled him away from the wall before slamming back into the wall and letting him slide to the floor. He slowly walked out of the room. He had no clothes, no sheets, no food and only the toilet in the corner for water. It was a concrete room with no windows and only the door. He wasnt returning any time soon.

2015-03-24 14:30:32

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He gasped for breath as he slid down the wall. He always hated having the wind knocked out of him. He sat on the floor, regaining his breath, watching him leave. A week. He didn't have any food but he had the water in the toilet.. He didn't want to think about the last time that thing got cleaned. Oh right.. He took the sheets off. Now he'd be cold and hungry. He walked over to the bed slowly and laid down on it, curling into a ball.

2015-03-24 19:52:58

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After 3 days of being left alone, he went back into the room, he saw John curled up on the bed. He crawled over to him, "how are you feeling jake?"

2015-03-25 02:37:33

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He looked over at him slowly. He rolled over and stared at him. "Has it already been a week? How long has it been. While we're at it. How long have I been kidnapped for?" He coked his head giving him a questioning look.

2015-03-25 04:50:18

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"No not a week" he said crawling over him, "I just wanted to see how you were feeling, Mmm? Jake?"

2015-03-25 05:26:27

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He stayed still, only turning his head to look at him. He didn't want to give him any ways to do anything. "Im feeling fine. John, feels fine." he glared up at him, testing him.

2015-03-25 05:42:07

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He kept his face blank before leaving silently. He hadn't eaten for 3 days, time for 4 more. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

2015-03-25 06:10:46

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He smiled and curled up again, shivering a little from the cold. God dammit this guy was as ass and completely crazy. He randomly drank out of the toilet, he only used it to pee though. He left any solids in the corner, staying the farthest away from anything he'd have to do.

2015-03-25 06:27:12

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He didn't return for 5 days. Leaving him alone for over a week. He opened the door to see where he was, he had been watching him through cameras, making sure he didn't die

2015-03-25 06:57:04

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He knew he couldn't die, it took three weeks, normally more, for anyone to die. He had water, so that gave him a little time. But he would be weak, he wouldn't want to move much. He looked over at him, his eyes glazed over. He was hungry but maybe dying was better than being here.

2015-03-25 16:37:37

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"How do you feel jake?" He asked softly, he knew he had no idea of time in here, it could have been a day, it could have been a week and nothing would change, he tilted his head he was starting to slim down, not having food would do that to a person, but once he accepted who he was he could come back to him

2015-03-26 01:46:41

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"Fine.." He continued staring, no motivation to move. He didn't want to answer him, he just wanted to be snarky and keep telling him he wasn't Jake. He was John, always had been always will be.

2015-03-26 03:39:47

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He was being stubborn, he guessed he needed longer to think it over. He frowned alittle closing the door, he would wait for him, wait until he was at the edge of his mind.

2015-03-26 04:54:55

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He closed his eyes, not moving and letting out a long breath. He just wanted to leave, he didn't care how. He would die if it meant getting out of this room. It was maddening, there was no way to tell anything, time, what day it was and he hated it. He couldn't do anything and he knew that he was getting weaker and weaker as time went on.

2015-03-26 05:14:09

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He finally came back into the room, moving to sit next to him, he was so small now, he rolled him over, seeing him just fall over, "hey there"

2015-03-26 05:21:35

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He looked over, his eyes closing. He was so tired and exhausted, he hadn't been doing anything but he just felt exhausted and overworked. He looked up at him again, opening his eyes slowly. His eyes closed halfway so he was squinting up at him. He nodded, not wanting to talk, just lay there quietly dying.

2015-03-26 05:29:01

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"how you feelin jake?" he asked brushing the hair out of his eyes almost tenderly, he looked so sweet like this, like a child.

2015-03-26 05:30:25

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He closed his eyes, letting out a little cough. He probably got a cold or maybe the flu, both would be deadly if they weren't taken care of. He nodded slowly, moving a little, readjusting on the bed.

2015-03-26 05:45:55

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"Oh no, you caught a cold? thats not good" he said putting his hand on his forehead, "but we can fix that jakey, not a problem, can you speak?" he asked smiling softly

2015-03-26 05:48:06

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He closed his eyes, shaking his head a little. "S-sure.." His throat hurt and his whole body hurt, just ached. The room smelled absolutely terrible, shit in the corner. He was slowly losing the motivation to go to the corner or even the toilet to get a drink. He didn't want to mess the bed though, he guessed that if he stayed on the path he was on, he'd get there soon. He had already thrown up in the toilet a couple times.

2015-03-26 05:55:33