Brent thought he was going to lose his damn mind.
It had been 5 days since he had been brought to this fucking mansion, this fucking hell hole that he had intentionally escaped, and the fuckers had forgotten about him.
He just fucking knew it.
There was a reason he had left their line of sight. They wouldn't care about him. They didn't care about him. If he was out of their line of sight, they wouldn't even care about the condition he was in.
They had no idea he was dying from fever. That his wounds were not healing well, and that he was in constant pain. No one had fucking checked up on him after Colby had come in to tell him that the fucking gate had exploded, and now not only was Brent emotionally fucked up, his body was shutting down.
