"Where's Carlos?" He didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper. "How's your stomach feeling?" The man asked, turning to Cecil like he hadn't spoken. Cecil crawled backwards on the bed, fumbling over the edge of it. "Where am I?" He couldn't get enough air to his lungs, but every breath he did manage brought that smell, that rotting smell. He knew where he was.
Rated: T - English - Suspense/Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 41,702 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 1/20/2024 - Published: 6/28/2019 - Cecil P., Carlos, Kevin, OC - Complete