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Day 11

Peabody:

Peabody laid on the cold floor, feeling the intense battle that was fought between his warm fur with the floor. It wasn't helping that he was wet. It wasn't helping that it was winter. It wasn't helping that the room was dark. He kept on shivering and tensing up, trying to keep whatever heat was left.

His arms were tied behind his back and ropes secured his leg. He moved his body, ignoring the pain that shocked his every sides. He wanted to open his mouth. To breathe, to yawn, and to cry for help. No. It won't happen now. The rope around his muzzle kept it shut.

How long has it been since he saw Sherman? How long has it been since he was outside? How long has it been, when tomorrow wasn't Hell? He couldn't give them his secret. It would mean telling them about Sherman. There was no way that his sixteen year old boy would go out unharmed. Or alive.

The door opened and the man came back in. He looked down at the beagle who writhed and tried to crawl away. The man bent down and grasped Peabody's leg and pulled him. Peabody cried inside his mouth. His eyes watered with fear and pain. Pain that came from the forceful pull that felt like it ripped his legs.

The ropes hurt as he was dragged across the floor. The man dropped his leg and put a hand around his arm and pulled him up. He then placed the dog hard on a chair, letting Peabody cry out even more, as his tail was demolished. The man then pulled out a pistol, which sent a large thump in Peabody's heart.

He looked Peabody in the eyes and rubbed the pistol against the fur, wiping away his tears. Peabody breathed harder as he looked down the barrel and into the small abyss that held a bullet. Peabody whimpered and cried out a little at the probing gun.

"It looks like we got company. You should be happy to see your boy." the man said. He grabbed Peabody's muzzle forcefully, his hand knocking the beagle's nose, sending pain through his snout. Peabody shut his eyes and whimpered slightly at the instant pain. He felt the grip tighten and clench his fur. The man gave a hard jolt, commanding the dog to look at him. Peabody opened his eyes and stared back at him.

"I'll make sure that you two will be together." the man said, before pushing the beagle back into the chair. Peabody let out heavy breaths, as he coped with the pain that arose from his back now. He looked down at his feet and tried to overcome the blurring image. He felt blood drip down his nose and hit his fur.

"Let's see how things go." the man said as he walked behind the chair and leaned against it. Peabody then felt fear as he saw the man's arm hover over him. He was holding the gun to Peabody's gut. The man then pulled the dog's head back, and looked him in the eye. Peabody's nose was now bleeding down his face toward the back of his head. Some of the blood made it's way to his glasses and smeared it.

"Aren't you happy?" the man asked. He stared down at the dog and clenched his hand, to demand an answer. It pulled at his scalp and made Peabody heave heavy breaths. Peabody moaned in pain. The man felt satisfied and let go of the dog's head, letting it drop down. Peabody looked down again at himself.

Sherman was here? Why was this man so worried? Is this it? Has Sherman come to rescue him? What's going to happen?

Day 11

Sherman:

Sherman pulled the woman behind the door. It looked like Stephen, her partner, wasn't aware of her disappearance, but was still on the hunt. Sherman pulled her unconscious body and hid her below the desk. He switched off the lights to the room and crawled toward the railing. He held the bottle, and threw it across the room.

Stephen turned around alongside five other men, and walk toward the broken bottle. Sherman silently dashed over to an office and stayed below the window. Now was the time he found his father. Ten days, was too much. What have they done in those ten days?

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that. Taking some inspiration from "The Last of Us" and "Watch Dogs" stealth gameplay. Hope you guys enjoyed this. This is a dark story.