89: Victor
Many voices echoed through the thin walls of the room Donald was kept inside. It made his ears ring and his face to cringe. Screeching noises from above him alerted his senses, making him jerk his head around. Donald began to wonder where in the world he was and who brought him to such a noisy club.
A shuffling sound came from outside the room, followed by the sound of a door opening. Donald's head began to clear and was already reasoning everything happening around him. His ears didn't ring anymore, but he realizes that this was no club, and he wasn't on his way to see Paul, rather it was the wild teenager who attacked him a day ago that had left him in this awful room.
"But what am I doing here?" Donald groaned out in confusion, and tried lifting himself up to a sitting position. His elbows could not lift or support his entire weight, and his head pounded so hard he couldn't think properly. "Where am I?" He spoke much louder to the room that was creepily silent.