USER: Listening as terror flooded the membranes behind his closed lids, their voices echoed in the tepid night . "If he vomits it up... we'll have to get Valen to handle it", a voice loomed in the distance. Clinging to every word , albeit with slipping clarity, his pulse raged through his chest as the voice skirted the edge of his mind , filling him with dread. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any actual use." Ryan inhaled the innocuous yet insidious air, the weight of eyes boring into his haze of darkness , the blindfold that barred his vision offering a faint sliver of vision as it faltered with the jolt of his head. With terror scathing his helpless position, he fought to hear. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options ." The unfamiliar voice threatened from above , a splatter of saliva moistened his cheek as it landed against his glistening flesh. He's the new vessel when this piece of scum finishes throwing up " A chill masticated his nerve endings as thud of s boot making rough contact with Liam's ribcage and eliciting a wrought groan, sent horror to the pits of Ryan's stomach as his glass -cage eyes watched , frozen. "Ah, you fuckers" Liam's voice grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his pounding temples at the audacity ,his lips curved int...

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USER: Listening as terror flooded the membranesHave I employed implication and subtext effectively: Ryan rested his hand upon Liam's kneecap, his grasp firm and anchoring, as Liam averted his gaze. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here, alright? Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "Hell of a thing to endure, seeing all that... Damn lucky we're both still breathing." Liam, pulling on Ryan's arm, found the strength to prop himself into a seated position. "Shit. Get over here, Ry'." With a rough jerk, Liam hauled Ryan into a haphazard hug, slamming an open palm over his back as he pulled their shoulders together. Smiling in pain, Ryan let their shoulders connect with a crash of solidarity as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down," returning a supportive thump over Liam's arm. "So you're out of your binds and you untied mine, stripped my gag--and--" Liam's head fell to his hand, cradling his temple and clenching his teeth. "I don't remember what happened--how many times did they--" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least. Enough times for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind his closed lids,himself, and standing upright. "Well, it feels like they've killed me already... the hell I've been through." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't remember how I got here. No damn clue." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest to support his weight. "I can explain how, but later, one thing at a time, huh? Try to walk and let's get out of here." But as they made their voices echoed in the tepid night . "If he vomitsfirst attempt to leave, Liam's attention was hijacked by the sight of his own ruined clothing, and his jaw clenched. The shock sent a wave of tension through him, rooting him to the spot; his body rebelled against his next step. In a voice laced with dread, he whispered, "Please help me--." His eyes remained fixated on his jeans, stained with fingerprints, lying crumpled on the side of the path. Noticing his distress, Ryan assisted him back into them, his attention careful as Liam flinched with every movement. The denim, rough against his bare skin, left his bite crooked with agony. "Give me a minute," he said, his bloodshot eyes holding a glimmer of resistance as he forced his ankle through the second hem and buttoned the waist. "They don't care what they leave behind," he muttered, his eyes caught by the emptied bottle of lubricant and the confronting plastic surface of a turned-in glove not far from his dehumanizing undergarments. Ryan, supporting Liam's weight, uttered mere fragments of speech, his heart seized by the display that had all but paralyzed Liam. "Sadistic, perverted bastards," he almost spat, his voice rising above a whisper as his eyes darkened. "Try to focus on the here and now, yeah?" he muttered, guiding Liam away from the indignity that lay strewn before them, remnants of the twisted inhumanity they'd suffered. Liam's grinding teeth betrayed his disgust and utter defamation as he nodded. Shielded only by Ryan's survival instinct and camaraderie, all he managed was a sullen "Yeah." As they walked in disorientation, Liam mute as he blinked away stray tears, the road stretched on. Finally, as their footsteps struggled to fall in sync, Liam forced the gravelled words through his teeth. "Ry', I don't know what's real, and what the contraband made me believe." His voice a shadow as he countered, "I only said yes because I thought--" Ryan pulled Liam in with a rough jerk. "Doesn't matter. We never had a choice. But you put yourself in my place. And they never broke your damn spirit. And I can tell you right now, this is real." Liam, looking away with a nod, tightened his grip on Ryan's shoulder and dragged his legs into coercion. As they struggled along, footsteps not falling in sync, Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him. "How long has it up... we'll have to get Valen to handle it", a voice loomed in the distance. Clinging to every word , albeit with slipping clarity, his pulse raged through his chest as the voice skirted the edge of his mind , filling him with dread. "He won't be able to keep it down though. You know he's a useless vessel...Threw it up once already . And he can't even purge it in one go... takes him two rounds. He'll dehydrate before he's any actual use." Ryan inhaled the innocuous yet insidious air, the weight of eyes boring into his haze of darkness , the blindfold that barred his vision offering a faint sliver of vision as it faltered with the jolt of his head. With terror scathing his helpless position, he fought to hear. "Next, we implant him. His refusal , his stupidity in thinking we offer options ." The unfamiliar voice threatened from above , a splatter of saliva moistened his cheek as it landed against his glistening flesh. He's the new vessel when this piece of scum finishes throwing up " A chill masticated his nerve endings as thud of s boot making rough contact with Liam's ribcage and eliciting a wrought groan, sent horror to the pits of Ryan's stomach as his glass -cage eyes watched , frozen. "Ah, you fuckers" Liam's voice grunted , "I'd take you all sideways , but you'd enjoy it too much " . Shaking his pounding temples at the audacity ,his lips curved into a smirk despite the unsettling discourse of watching Liam suffer in his place from just inches away. The shadows of their boots dissipating with heavy thuds , hebeen since they threw forward a few strained, dry words. "Liam I'm sorry, if I'd know how they I intended to-" Unfazed, Liam only grinned in the closeness , his nonchalance offering a strange comfort to Ryan's disarrayed nerves , "Ryan, buddy, it's simple , I said yes, and now here we are . But I have an idea, and you'll owe me later. I notice your blindfold is a tad outta place...only cause I'm down here and I can see your pores ...but yeah. Youfrom a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know what will happen and when it does , just have a medical emergency yeah? I'm talking the entire floor show , spasming, coughing up your own blood-" His eyebrows raising above the rim of his constricting blindfold , Ryan felt the flames of desperation chase his wit , as the heat encroached on the edges of psyche. Thinksomething about this concrete hell?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a detached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, placing a hand over his shoulder. "They threw me down here after you. And I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun, but my mistake was to resist the contraband; I guess yours was to accept being a plant for them." Liam, your dehydrated, and when you puke your guts, in binds , and a gag, I could t buy you enough time. But I could ingestgripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare. "How was it when you lose it , try and hold it down , that could prevent them implanting either of us , I'll make this work . If I can save it , and swallow it , retain it , after you fail yet again , they might leave you alone . And if I can hold it down , they might not have to resort to-" His voice stopped in his throat as an involuntary shiver coursed along his spine. Biting out the words the panic held in chains as he pressed on , the room closing in."And at this stage I don't really care how disgusting your insides will taste . I doubt the effects will be half as traumatic as-" Liam's laughter rang out through his gritted teeth, "Ry, I like how you think ...I can appreciate a man with a sick mind . But this is a choice I made, anda mistake to refuse...this? I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I'm so sound withI can keep going, Ry'. I need to find water, and shade. And soon." As silence settled over them, Liam whispered, "I haven't forgotten what you doin' that...for me" With a glean of hopelessness slithering across his retinas and submerging into his visual field, the tone died in Ryan's tone . "What choice do we have, Liam . This bullshit is inhumane. Don't thank me later, no need ." It was an unshakable expression etched in Liam's face , his sinking realisation of what transgression meant .did, Ry'. It's not your fault, and don't you go thinking..." His voice was hoarse as he whispered "Theyll only usetrailed off, the effort of speaking depleting him of energy. With respect and understanding in his eyes, Ryan's gaze drifted to the ground as he shifted his weight to maintain his upright stance and muttered, "I ain't thinking anything. I know I failed us both back there--" Gazing at Ryan's profile, Liam sighed, "Don't get all survivor's guilt on me, Ry'. You untied me; you next , but , God I -" . "I said don't thank me Liam. I'm doing this. " He insisted, a gun metal tone perforating his voice , and hovering close in the air. All Liam managed was a hoarse "Thanks., as he collapsed face down , his smile intercepted with a grave smirk. Soon enough he succumbed to the acrid, unforgiving raze of the heat, as time became immeasurable to his convergent stream of consciousness. Only holding fragments of the plan in his drained conscious, as Liam's memory seemed to disperse into a tangled web of loose wires that disconnected and short circuited, his senses danced with trepidation. "Liam, stop thrashing . Just let it happen-" His pleas fell into the rancid air between them, as Liam convulsed , screaming "No-please... I can't do this anymore-please-." His voice , hoarse from the overuse , weaved through the night with a repetition, haunting Ryan as his brain rejected the beckoning lure of sleep. " Vomit so I can do this thing" he said, his eyes sliding closed behind the blindfold in remittance. Unable to withstand another of Liam's pained movements, his outline traced by cool , eerie moonlight, its soft caress filled with disconcerting illumination. Liam's perspiration soaked flesh radiated heat, the silvery , contrasting glow that hugged Liam's burning skin, twisted nausea into the depths of Ryan's gut. Struggling to recall details , he repeated the only name that found its way to his tongue ."Valen". And nothing. "Cmon Ryan, you know this..." His reactive groan struck the air , as his confusion cascaded over him. "Ah shit... we know this...we've been lyingbroke your own binds. Neither of us would be here with nothing else to do but remember which bastard is which." His mind lapsed in a tight circle of frustration as he spat at the ground. "Ah , what good is this , it's not as though we can carry out the plan if he doesn't vomit at the right time. ... I got a bad feeling Liam" he mumbled . The lingering echo of his musings settled in the veneer of sweat that occupied the physical inches separating them . Then, in a moment both sickening and sudden, it happened." Liam, screaming through his gag, purged the Valdarine, and Ryan pulled himself against Liam's torso, the substance nothing but a failure on the winding pavement. "Shit," Ryan cursed at the ruptured sac of fluids, coated in Liam's insides, and stretched his tongue out in despair, ingesting it, his throat closing and a convulsion tearing through him. Locking his mouth over Liam's in a swift motion, the next retch that invaded his mouth; one of pure bile and potential traces of the Valdarine, filled his mouth with a repulsive tang, and his stomach lurched. As footsteps approached, he spat the lurid mixture of saliva and shared bodily fluids into the air, twisting in revulsion and retching the contents of his own stomach, his skull driven into the concrete, the blindfold that had barred his vision loose and falling. "Valen, clean this mess up," a voice interjected. "Looks like this one has a weaker stomach than our main man." The next moments were a heinous testament to Ryan's strength, as hands yanked Liam from his sprawl of disorientation. "Embed him with the Valdarine again; he'll bridge the gap until we find another vessel." Closing his lids, and twisting his entire body away, Ryan convulsed against the cracks in the pavement, the agony reaching an insurmountable peak. Valen spared him a glance as he assaulted Liam in silence. As Ryan dragged his voice into a scrape of defeat, his limbs going limp, feigning death as he stalled his natural urge to inhale. An iced, almost metallic growl fell against Ryan's ear as the other captors' footsteps faded out of earshot. "We can't distribute your sloppy seconds, what purpose would a ruptured sac of merchandise serve? Nice try. Really nice attempt at escape, as if you weren't so damn stubborn." Ryan laughed in his metallic , detached tone, his aspect still cast downward as he deflected the heroics: "Well, I don't go down easy, but someone had a chance. You couldn't even hold it down, huh? You're useless, Ryan. Can't even use the spare. And now he's all the way back at the start. Look at him. Take a nice hard stare atto save your failure." A pair of fingers sankass." They both laughed into his jugular, andthe particles of falling dust , streaks of grime smeared across their imprintfaces from their beds of filth . As Liam's lopsided smile shone through the bleak atmosphere , he laughed. "Damn straight...not that we are in the clear yet. All we have is desert to the left him shaking as Valen disappeared, an uneven gait carrying his dragging boots into oblivion, along with a slow clap, mocking applause in the night. Ryan rested his eyes on the shaken Liam, knowing it was back to square one. But for the last time. "I'll get you out of here," he rasped at Liam's desecrated body.and a footpath leading to who knows where"

USER: HaveLiam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire. "Twice... now it's too late." Twisting his gaze away from the glistening pool of Vanderine, he diverted from the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing the closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, his last chance was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth. "No, I'm still here, Liam; I'm getting the binds off--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed in his mouth. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe. I've got you. It's me, Ry'. Hold on while I employed implication and subtext effectively:get rid of this--." Liam flinched as Ryan tore the gag from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air. The stifling atmosphere saturated him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse..." Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'll be--well, you saw, right?" Liam's voice filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the atmosphere. Ryan rested his hand upon Liam's kneecap, his grasp firm and anchoring, as Liam averted his gaze. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here, alright? Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "Hell of a thing to endure, seeing all that... Damn lucky we're both still breathing." Liam, pulling on Ryan's arm, found the strength to prop himself into a seated position. "Shit. Get over here, Ry'." With a rough jerk, Liam hauled Ryan into a haphazard hug, slamming an open palm over his back as he pulled their shoulders together. Smiling in pain, Ryan let their shoulders connect with a crash of solidarity as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down," returning a supportive thump over Liam's arm. "So you're out of your binds and you untied mine, stripped my gag--and--" Liam's head fell to his hand, cradling his temple and clenching his teeth. "I don't remember what happened--how many times did they--" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least. Enough times for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright. "Well, it feels like they've killed me already... the hell I've been through." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't remember how I got here. No damn clue." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest to support his weight. "I can explain how, but later, one thing at a time, huh? Try to walk and let's get out of here." But as they made their first attempt to leave, Liam's attention was hijacked by the sight of his own ruined clothing, and his jaw clenched. The shock sent a wave of tension through him, rooting him to the spot; his body rebelled against his next step. In a voice laced with dread, he whispered, "Please help me--." His eyes remained fixated on his jeans, stained with fingerprints, lying crumpled on the side of the path. Noticing his distress, Ryan assisted him back into them, his attention careful as Liam flinched with every movement. The denim, rough against his bare skin, left his bite crooked with agony. "Give me a minute," he said, his bloodshot eyes holding a glimmer of resistance as he forced his ankle through the second hem and buttoned the waist. "They don't care what they leave behind," he muttered, hismuttered. His eyes caught byon the emptied bottle of lubricant and the confronting plastic surface of a turned-in glove . not far from that lay his dehumanizing undergarments. Ryan, supporting Liam's weight, uttered mere fragments of speech, his heart seized by the display that had all but paralyzed Liam. "Sadistic, perverted bastards," he almost spat, his voice rising above a whisper as his eyes darkened. "Try to focus on the here and now, yeah?" he muttered, guiding Liam away from the indignity that lay strewn before them, remnants of the twisted inhumanity they'd suffered.them. Liam's grinding teeth betrayed his disgust and utter defamation as he nodded.at the remnants of twisted inhumanity in front of him. Shielded only by Ryan's survival instinct and camaraderie, all he managed was a sullen "Yeah." As they walked in disorientation, Liam mute as he blinked away stray tears, the road stretched on. Finally, asAs their footsteps struggled to fall in sync,trudged on, Liam forced thehis gravelled words through his teeth. "Ry', I don't know what's real, and what the contraband made me believe." His voice a shadow as he countered, "I only said yes because I thought--" Ryan pulled Liam in with a rough jerk. "Doesn't matter. We never had a choice. But you put yourself in my place. And they never broke your damn spirit. And I can tell you right now, this is real." Liam, looking away with a nod, tightened his grip on Ryan's shoulder and dragged his legs into coercion. As they struggled along, footsteps not falling inout of sync, Liam fought to hold himself together as a flashback scorned him.intruded on Liam. "How long has it been since they threw me down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a detached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, placing a hand over his shoulder. "They threw me down here after you. And then I found myselfwas staring down the barrel of a gun, butgun. But my mistake was to resist the contraband; I guess yours was to accept being a plant for them." Liam, gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare. "How was it a mistake to refuse...this? Ah, never mind that. I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going, Ry'. I need to find water, and shade. And soon." As silence settled over them, Liam whispered, "I haven't forgotten what you did, Ry'. It's not your fault, and don't you go thinking..." His voice trailed off, the effort of speaking depleting him of energy. With respect and understanding in his eyes, Ryan's gaze drifted to the ground asground. As he shifted his weight to maintain his upright stance andhe muttered, "I ain't thinking anything. I know I failed us both back there--" Gazing at Ryan's profile, Liam sighed, "Don't get all survivor's guilt on me, Ry'. You untied me; you broke your own binds. Neither of us would be here if you weren't so damn stubborn." Ryan laughed in hisa metallic , detached tone, his aspect still cast downward as he deflected the heroics:heroics. "Well, I don't go down easy, but someone had to save your ass." They both laughed into the particles of falling dust , streaks of grimedirt smeared across their faces from their beds of filth . As Liam's lopsided smile shone through the bleak atmosphere , he laughed. "Damn straight...not that we are in the clear yet. All we have is desert to the left and a footpath leading to who knows where"

USER: Is this choppy and stilted? Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire. "Twice... now it's too late." Twisting his gaze away from the glistening pool of Vanderine, he diverted from the evident failure. And in a mixture of pure shock and trauma, his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing the closure of his fight. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, his last chance was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open, gritting his teeth. "No, I'm still here, Liam; I'm getting the binds off--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed in his mouth. "No, you can't help--" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze, a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe. I've got you. It's me, Ry'. Hold on while I get rid of this--." Liam flinched as Ryan tore the gag from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air. The stifling atmosphere saturated him with perspiration. "Oh, God, I threw up the contraband--those bastards will kill me like a dog. Or worse..." Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'll be--well, you saw, right?" Liam's voice filled with sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the atmosphere. Ryan rested his hand upon Liam's kneecap, his grasp firm and anchoring, as Liam averted his gaze. "I saw everything they did to you, yeah. And I'm still here, alright? Not about to abandon you now..." Liam, reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "Hell of a thing to endure, seeing all that... Damn lucky we're both still breathing." Liam, pulling on Ryan's arm, found the strength to prop himself into a seated position. "Shit. Get over here, Ry'." With a rough jerk, Liam hauled Ryan into a haphazard hug, slamming an open palm over his back as he pulled their shoulders together. Smiling in pain, Ryan let their shoulders connect with a crash of solidarity as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down," returning a supportive thump over Liam's arm. "So you're out of your binds and you untied mine, stripped my gag--and--" Liam's head fell to his hand, cradling his temple and clenching his teeth. "I don't remember what happened--how many times did they--" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness, his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least. Enough times for anyone, let's say that." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch, bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright. "Well, it feels like they've killed me already... the hell I've been through." Ryan only whispered in reply, his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah." The drugs in his vision burned with a harsh sting, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity. "I don't remember how I got here. No damn clue." Ryan outstretched his lean, muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest to support his weight. "I can explain how, but later, one thing at a time, huh? Try to walk and let's get out of here." But as they made their first attempt to leave, Liam's attention was hijacked by the sight of his own ruined clothing, and his jaw clenched. The shock sent a wave of tension through him, rooting him to the spot; his body rebelled against his next step. In a voice laced with dread, he whispered, "Please help me--." His eyes remained fixated on his jeans, stained with fingerprints, lying crumpled on the side of the path. Noticing his distress, Ryan assisted him back into them, his attention careful as Liam flinched with every movement. The denim, rough against his bare skin, left his bite crooked with agony. "Give me a minute," he said, his bloodshot eyes holding a glimmer of resistance as he forced his ankle through the second hem and buttoned the waist. "They don't care what they leave behind," he muttered. His eyes caught on the emptied bottle of lubricant and the confronting plastic surface of a turned-in glove . not far from that lay his dehumanizing undergarments. Ryan, supporting Liam's weight, uttered mere fragments of speech, his heart seized by the display that had all but paralyzed Liam. "Sadistic, perverted bastards," he almost spat, his voice rising above a whisper as his eyes darkened. "Try to focus on the here and now, yeah?" he muttered, guiding Liam away from the indignity that lay strewn before them. Liam's grinding teeth betrayed his disgust at the remnants of twisted inhumanity in front of him. Shielded only by Ryan's survival instinct and camaraderie, all he managed was a sullen "Yeah." As they walked in disorientation, Liam mute as he blinked away stray tears, the road stretched on. As their footsteps trudged on, Liam forced his gravelled words through his teeth. "Ry', I don't know what's real, and what the contraband made me believe." His voice a shadow as he countered, "I only said yes because I thought--" Ryan pulled Liam in with a rough jerk. "Doesn't matter. We never had a choice. But you put yourself in my place. And they never broke your damn spirit. And I can tell you right now, this is real." Liam, looking away with a nod, tightened his grip on Ryan's shoulder and dragged his legs into coercion. As they struggled along, footsteps out of sync, a flashback intruded on Liam. "How long has it been since they threw me down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a detached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, placing a hand over his shoulder. "They threw me down here after you. And then I was staring down the barrel of a gun. But my mistake was to resist the contraband; I guess yours was to accept being a plant for them." Liam, gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare. "How was it a mistake to refuse...this? Ah, never mind that. I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going, Ry'. I need to find water, and shade. And soon." As silence settled over them, Liam whispered, "I haven't forgotten what you did, Ry'. It's not your fault, and don't you go thinking..." His voice trailed off, the effort of speaking depleting him of energy. With respect and understanding in his eyes, Ryan's gaze drifted to the ground. As he shifted his weight to maintain his upright stance he muttered, "I ain't thinking anything. I know I failed us both back there--" Gazing at Ryan's profile, Liam sighed, "Don't get all survivor's guilt on me, Ry'. You untied me; you broke your own binds. Neither of us would be here if you weren't so damn stubborn." Ryan laughed in a metallic tone, his aspect still cast downward as he deflected the heroics. "Well, I don't go down easy, but someone had to save your ass." They both laughed into the particles of falling dust , dirt smeared across their faces . As Liam's lopsided smile shone through the bleak atmosphere , he laughed. "Damn straight...not that we are in the clear yet. All we have is desert to the left and a footpath leading to who knows where"

USER: Is this choppy and stilted?It only amounted to one, and it would always , in his chlorophyll soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over, he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back down and he was wracked with a violent shiver. Then as the urge overcame him again, a voice pierced through the sky , a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony . "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer , just blink twice". As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain , like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in a brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-" . He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. It was just one time . Only ever one. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight , his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiver of depraved violation jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continued to pulse away the seconds as the countdown infringed his reflexes. "Help me-" He pled through his locking jaw as he battled another potent wave , disemboweling his insides with its unrelenting insistence. He sank his teeth into gag , fighting against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength. Then, in one motion, the inevitable rising built within him, futile to resistance as his eyes widened with panic. His gag , saturated with the vile substance , left a bitter sting as he struggled against it , and the following retches heaved through his chest . Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented, the heat in his own voice spreading across his flesh like untamed fire. "Twice... now"twice...now it's too late." Twisting his gaze away from the glistening pool of Vanderine, he diverted from the evident failure. Andlate". he mumbled, in a mixture of pure shock and trauma,trauma as his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion, his body embracing the closure of his fight.exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment, his last chancetorment , he had failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open,open , gritting his teeth. "No,teeth in determination. "No , I'm still here, Liam; I'm getting the binds off--hang tight," the voice reassured. Liam shook his head, protesting, the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed in his mouth. "No,here , you can't help--"just had an intense vomiting episode, hang tight." As Liam fought to refocus his gaze,gaze , a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern. "Hey, breathe.concern . "My name's Ryan , I just woke up an hour ago, I've been trying to crawl over here. I've got you. It's me, Ry'. Hold on while I get rid of this--."you." Liam flinched as Ryan tore thehis gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air. The stiflingair, the invasive atmosphere saturatedembalming him with perspiration. "Oh,"Oh God, I threw up the contraband--thosemerchandise-those bastards will killexterminate me like a dog. Or worse..." Liam's eyes enlarged with realization as he spoke, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'll be--well,dog who needs out his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to , well I assume you saw, right?"saw everything..." Liam's voice was filled with sickeneda heartbroken resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the atmosphere.arid atmosphere . Ryan restedclamped his hand upondown over Liam's kneecap, his graspkneecap in a firm and anchoring, as Liam averted his gaze.gesture of shared solidarity. "I sawwatched everything they did to you, yeah.yes. And I'm still here, alright? Nothere. I'm not about to abandon you now..." Liam,now...". Liam , reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm,arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh. "Hell of a thing to endure, seeingflesh . "I'm sorry you had to see all that... Damn lucky we're both still breathing." Liam, pulling on Ryan's arm, found the strength to prop himself into a seated position. "Shit. Get over here, Ry'." With a rough jerk, Liam hauled Ryan into a haphazard hug, slamming an open palm over his back as he pulled their shoulders together. Smiling in pain, Ryan let their shoulders connect with a crash of solidarity as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. Calm down," returning a supportive thump over Liam's arm. "So you're out of your binds and you untied mine, stripped my gag--and--" Liam's head fell to his hand, cradling his temple and clenching his teeth. "I don't remember what happened--how many times did they--"of this ..and how long has it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness,hollowness , his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Several times at least. Enough times"Four weeks. Damed long enough for anyone, let's say that."anyone..." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch,slouch , bracing his other arm behind himself, and standing upright. "Well,himself . "Oh God, it's been a whole month..Hiw did I only assume it feels like they've killed me already... the hell I've been through."was days. " Ryan only whispered in reply,reply , his voice thick with acknowledgment. "Yeah."acknowledgement. "Yeah " . The drugs in his vision burnedburnt with a harsh sting,cruelty, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity.clarity . "I don't remember how I got here. No damn clue."here." Ryan outstretched his lean,lean , muscular armbicep, and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest toin support his weight.of his weight . "I can explain how,to you exactly how , but later, one thing at a time, huh? Try toit's not safe here . Later. Just try and walk and let'swith me, you look like hell but we can get out of here." But as they made their first attempt to leave, Liam's attention was hijacked by the sight of his own ruined clothing, and his jaw clenched. The shock sent a wave of tension through him, rooting him to the spot; his body rebelled against his next step. In a voice laced with dread, he whispered, "Please help me--." His eyes remained fixated on his jeans, stained with fingerprints, lying crumpled on the side of the path. Noticing his distress, Ryan assisted him back into them, his attention careful as Liam flinched with every movement. The denim, rough against his bare skin, left his bite crooked with agony. "Give me a minute," he said, his bloodshot eyes holding a glimmer of resistance as he forced his ankle through the second hem and buttoned the waist. "They don't care what they leave behind," he muttered. His eyes caught on the emptied bottle of lubricant and the confronting plastic surface of a turned-in glove . not far from that lay his dehumanizing undergarments. Ryan, supporting Liam's weight, uttered mere fragments of speech, his heart seized by the display that had all but paralyzed Liam. "Sadistic, perverted bastards," he almost spat, his voice rising above a whisper as his eyes darkened. "Try to focus on the here and now, yeah?" he muttered, guiding Liam away from the indignity that lay strewn before them. Liam's grinding teeth betrayed his disgust at the remnants of twisted inhumanity in front of him. Shielded only by Ryan's survival instinct and camaraderie, all he managed was a sullen "Yeah." As they walked in disorientation, Liam mute as he blinked away stray tears, the road stretched on. As their footsteps trudged on, Liam forced his gravelled words through his teeth. "Ry', I don't know what's real, and what the contraband made me believe." His voice a shadow as he countered, "I only said yes because I thought--" Ryan pulled Liam in with a rough jerk. "Doesn't matter. We never had a choice. But you put yourself in my place. And they never broke your damn spirit. And I can tell you right now, this is real." Liam, looking away with a nod, tightened his grip on Ryan's shoulder and dragged his legs into coercion. As they struggled along, footsteps out of sync, a flashback intruded on Liam. "How long has it been since they threw me down here from a helicopter? How did you get here, the same way? Please tell me you know something about this concrete hell?" Liam almost demanded answers from the barren atmosphere in an attempt to anchor himself. Ryan maintained a detached gaze as he stared beyond Liam's eyes, placing a hand over his shoulder. "They threw me down here after you. And then I was staring down the barrel of a gun. But my mistake was to resist the contraband; I guess yours was to accept being a plant for them." Liam, gripping Ryan's forearm for leverage, lowered his gaze to avert the glare. "How was it a mistake to refuse...this? Ah, never mind that. I'm so dehydrated I'm not sure I can keep going, Ry'. I need to find water, and shade. And soon." As silence settled over them, Liam whispered, "I haven't forgotten what you did, Ry'. It's not your fault, and don't you go thinking..." His voice trailed off, the effort of speaking depleting him of energy. With respect and understanding in his eyes, Ryan's gaze drifted to the ground. As he shifted his weight to maintain his upright stance he muttered, "I ain't thinking anything. I know I failed us both back there--" Gazing at Ryan's profile, Liam sighed, "Don't get all survivor's guilt on me, Ry'. You untied me; you broke your own binds. Neither of us would be here if you weren't so damn stubborn." Ryan laughed in a metallic tone, his aspect still cast downward as he deflected the heroics. "Well, I don't go down easy, but someone had to save your ass." They both laughed into the particles of falling dust , dirt smeared across their faces . As Liam's lopsided smile shone through the bleak atmosphere , he laughed. "Damn straight...not that we are in the clear yet. All we have is desert to the left and a footpath leading to who knows where"