#kidnapped
When I get tied, OK, I start from a simple view - What am I going get out of this? How will the ropes feel? How exciting will he make it for me? But, if he knows his craft, I get to stage two - What does he want? What is he going to do? I try to catch his eye - to see what his deeper game is. And sometimes that game is simple too - to watch until I want to be untied, until I know my struggles won’t achieve that, until I recognise that I am subject to his wishes.
After that? Desperation, Acceptance, sometimes. And sometimes the furthest stage: he decides what he wants. He tells me what is going to happen to me.
After hours. Don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe half knew. Couple of drinks in the bar. Round to his flat. Austere, but with touches of style and soft furnishings. I was standing in the middle of the lounge. Both laughing as he tied my hands behind me. Then he got me off balance. Funny how you try to use your hands to steady yourself. In a moment I was down with a thump on the hard floor and he was astride my legs and tying my ankles. I laughed - and fought. He said “Are you laughing or struggling?” He rolled me on my side and added a tighter rope round my wrists. He said “I can make ropes hurt. Keep still.” He showed me a roll of ducttape and a leather wad. “You going to be good?” he said. He stuffed my mouth with the wad. “Love this ducttape”, he said “So super shiny”. “You going to be good?” he said again as he wrapped my mouth tight. He sat on one of the couches and watched me. Then he came over and loosened my tie. “You’re looking a bit red”, he said, more to himself than to me. I tried to make a sound. Pointless. “Time for some photos”, he said, getting up. He came back with his cameras. “You know”, he said, “You’ve got a muscular neck. And I guess good abs and shoulders under that shirt.” I stared back. Don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe half knew.
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“You wanna know for how long? As long as you last.”
There were two of them, both wearing scrubs. The one who hadn’t spoken laughed.
“As long as Christo here likes watching you trying to buck out. Usually, we apply a - a more strenuous - gag after a while. That way somehow we usually manage to get a bit more out of strugglers like you.”
Christo grinned and muttered something.
“And then, yeah, sometimes they start to cry. And sometimes we let Christo use his special tricks to get - exceptional results.”
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Opening drawers. Rummaging for something. Muttering.
OK, my line in loans isn’t philanthropic maybe. A bit of charm and friendliness and I never hide the interest rate they have to pay. And it isn’t the worst by any stretch if you really need a loan.
I certainly didn’t deserve the forearm to the back of my neck he gave me as soon as sat down at the table and got out the papers.
When I awoke I was gagged and tied on the couch. And felt sick. Fat f..k. I tried to yell at him but he’d stuffed my mouth and fixed my jaws with tape. Bastard.
And now he’s walking about and muttering and looking for something. He must have used half a roll of tape round my wrists. I don’t deserve this.
Whatever’s he f..king doing? What’s he doing so he need to breathe so heavy. ‘Cos he’s a fat f..k. Yeah that’s it. But I just need to see. But if I twist round, maybe he’ll react somehow. Badly.
He says, and his voice is sort of hesitant and in the back of his throat. “I’m not going to hurt you. But I guessed soon as we spoke on the phone you’re a one-man band. Not likely to have told all and sundry you were visiting me. And you’re a nice-looking lad.”
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A solid early morning run - your usual - down to the river, along the bank for a couple of miles. Back round by the old firestation and a mile back home. You put the key in the lock and come into your own place as usual.
You wake up just two steps inside. You are sat on the floor. Wrists tied. Ankles tied. Mouth stuffed and gagged. Your mouth is wet and dry at the same time. Your head throbs.
You look up into two masked faces. A skeleton mask and a clown mask. One of the masked faces says, “Hi sexy. First thing you should learn round here is - vary your routine.”
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The bedroom was a shambles. Almost like someone had broken in. Clothes, boxes, books. Ropes.
He’d tied my wrists behind me within a minute of my coming into the flat.
“My special place”, he said and pulled me down onto the floor. My hands tugged behind me at the ropes wildly as I half fell onto my stomach. He straddled me and grabbed some rope of the carpet. Ankled me, if you know what I mean. Then ankles to wrists. A different rope round my legs above the knees. He rolled and shifted me like I was a doll. Grabbed my nose with a finger and thumb till my mouth gasped wide and he stuffed in some balled up stuff. Then the bandana.
Then the thump with the ball of a hand to the base of my skull. He got up “Got that?” he said. “Got who’s boss? Better nod, mate”
I nodded. He went out. Closed the door. Turned a key in the lock.
The ropes held me tight, wrists against ankles. What was he so angry about? He’d no reason. Maybe that was his game. I tried to listen for sounds of movement. Music. The sort of guy maybe who listens to music to get into the mood for something.
Only the gag gave me a bit of hope. Tight, but only tied over my mouth. Maybe because hewas angry. The ropes were secure. But the gagged? I pulled with my jaw, twisted my head one way and then the other. The bandana slipped a fraction. I pushed with my tongue against the balled-up stuff in my mouth. The bandana still held it in. Don’t know why, I thrashed with my body instead of focussing on the gag. Nothing but hurt. Tried again with my jaw and tongue.
The key turned in the lock. I froze as if I had been doing something bad. A voice beyond the door said, “He’s in here.”
Abducted
Maxime faubert duct tape gagged duct tape mouth.
Yummy yummy in my tummy tummy! You know I love croissants! I hope you enjoy!
“Do you have any idea what [Super Villain] would have done to you?!” [Villain] finally snapped.
“No! But I know exactly what they’re planning to do to those innocent people!” [Hero] yelled back, their grip as tight as the iron bars they were trapped behind.
“And I guarantee you your fate would have been a thousand times worse!” “I don’t care!”
“I do!” [Villain] shouted, their voice echoing around them as the room fell into sudden silence.
[Hero] searched their face, disbelieving, as the silence stretched on.
“We need to find him. He can not have gone far…..hurry!!”
A little scene from my comicbook. Will’s first attempt to escape from the aliens that kidnapped him
