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WHO: sean_brooker
WHERE: Greg isn't entirely sure.
WHEN: Ditto.
Greg wasn't aware that he had fallen asleep until he woke up. He had been slouching uncomfortably against the closet wall, and, wincing, he tried to sit himself up straight again. He was in a considerable amount of pain, his head throbbed mercilessly, and the rest of his body was sore and uncomfortable. Every once in a while, he would black out and forget what he was doing tied up in a closet, and then, just to add to the pain, all the memories would come rushing back to him.
He still wasn't entirely sure why he was here, that asshole in the suit wouldn't explain. Greg heard him talking on the phone with someone, or at least he thought he did, he wasn't sure of much right now. Was it Nick?
Nick? Something happened with Nick, before Greg was attacked...
Oh. Yeah.
Greg stared bitterly ahead of him, and noticed again how small the closet was. His breathing became rapid, and he shut his eyes firmly. Panic rolled over him again, he tried to scream but his voice was all but gone.
Calm down. Caaalm down. Panic won't get you anywhere. Just keep calm.
He slowed his breathing down, and opened his eyes again. The closet was still there, it hadn't changed.
Then he set about his work again. The thick rope was tied around his wrists in a tight knot, and Greg found if he moved his arms in a certain and slightly painful angle, he could get to the knot. He had been trying to untie it for what seemed like hours now, and he was only very slowly making progress. His fingers ached and were bleeding a bit, and they were shaking as he worked.
And then... he had it. The rope was untied, and he stretched his arms out in front of him, to untie his feet as well.
He stood up gingerly, using the walls as support. There was no use trying to open the door, it was locked from the outside and if he made any sort of attempt at it, he would be heard by the man outside.
Without anything else to do, Greg sat back down, and tried not to panic again.