Travis couldn't recall much of what had happened the night before. His head felt heavy upon his shoulders as he opened his eyes. A throbbing pain could be felt in his temples as they opened fully but instead of being flooded with light, Travis's pale green eyes found nothing but darkness around him. It took him a moment to realize that that the room he was in was simply void of light as he blinked multiple times trying to see something in the lightless room. It was strange and after a few seconds his other senses began to slowly return to him as well and what he felt alarmed him.<br/><br/>First, it was the cold, his skin felt fridged in the darkroom, and wet. Like he had been left in a freezer that was slowly defrosting. It took a moment for his muscles to come back to life after having been left cold for so long. Aching slowly as he tried to stretch his arms out and feel around him, but his arms couldn't move. Shortly thereafter, he felt the grips around his wrists, bound tightly by a cold piece of metal and forced to remain behind his back and around a thin pole that was cold as ice. He groaned and pulled against the pole, trying to see if it was weak, it seemed to have a little leeway, but not enough to set Travis free. And that was just it, Travis realized he was not free, he was bound and in some place, he had no idea where.<br/><br/>His mins seemed to jump to life as he searched the foggy memories from the night before. How had he gotten here? Where even was here? Was he alone? The last thing he could remember was he had planned to go to a local club with his older brother as a celebration for Travis's last tour in Iran had ended. He could recall as much as walking into the club before everything went dark as if at that moment he had stopped existing up until this point.<br/><br/>But that didn't scare Travis as much as it could, what scared him is what happened to his brother. Could he be in the same situation? Or was he fine and was it only Travis who was taken? He hoped so because his brother was the only person who would know to look for him and despite his brother being older, he knew he would not be equipped to handle a situation like this. Travis had spent months on the front line, under enemy fire at sometimes, he was trained to know how to handle any situation. But Travis didn't have very long to wonder if his brother was safe as a strange electrical hum began to sound from the ground below them and suddenly, his eyes were blinded.<br/><br/>A flood of light entered Travis's irises, causing him to shut them quickly and groan again in pain as the throbbing in his head began to grow ever harder like a drum leading on a marching band. It was relentless and as much as Travis wanted to keep his eyes closed and shield them from the light, he knew, he had to figure out what was going on. And after a few painful moments, as his eyes adjusted to the light, Travis found himself in a small concrete room, it was empty besides a large wooden crate in the corner. A few cameras were snaked along the upper edge of the walls, looking at Travis. But Travis didn't have long to wonder what they could be for when he saw him, laying on the ground handcuffed to another pole just three meters away from him, his brother.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1921" data-username="@SuperWhoLock" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1921/">@SuperWhoLock</a>