Justin threw his pencil down, leaving his essay for
what it was heading over to the refrigerator to get something to eat, rubbing
his eyes on the way. It was 2am and he was still working but he needed to get
the essay done in two days and since he hadn’t done much before he really
needed to get on with it. He bend down to take a peek to see if there was
anything in the refrigerator that he could eat but came up empty.
“I
need to do some shopping” he mumbled to himself while slowly stretching, his
breath got caught in his throat when there was a masked man standing in front
of him. He opened his mouth to scream but all came out was,
“Hmmph!”
The
man had seen that the young man had taken a big breath in preparation to yell
but he’d acted quickly, spinning him around and firmly pressing him against his
chest while he put his hand over his mouth; silencing him effectively. Justin
struggled against the arm pinning him to the man’s chest but there wasn’t much
he could do, the man had a good grip on him.
“Let’s
go” a second man whispered while motioning for the man holding Justin to
approach after he’d checked the hall to make sure there was no one in the hall
or the stairs. It was late so the hall as well as the stairs were completely
abandoned giving the pair an easy exit to leave with their captive. Justin
struggles increased when he realized this wasn’t a robbery like he’d thought,
it was a kidnapping; they were going to take him with them. He couldn’t allow
them to take him and he thrashed around in the man’s arms, more with his legs
than his arms.
“Larry,”
the man holding Justin hissed to get the other man’s attention. Larry met him
in the middle and hit Justin over the head before he even knew what was
happening. Justin immediately lost conscious, going limp in the man’s strong
arms. He turned Justin around and swung him over his shoulder quickly walking
out the door, down the steps and into the car which was waiting for them, they
sped away disappearing into the night.
***
Justin
woke up with a moan, raising his head in the mean time before he looked around.
He tried to get his hands in front of him but found out he couldn’t. They were
beginning to hurt and he tried to figure out what was wrong with them. He tried
once again to get his hands in sight but he felt that something was keeping
them in place. He strained against the rope keeping his chest tied to the chair
he was sitting in and glanced over his shoulder. He saw his wrists were bound
together and that they were bound to the chair. His ankles were also tied
together and bound to the chair and a cloth prevented him from speaking.
Where
the hell am I?
What
happened?
The
things of the previous night slowly came back.
How
long have I been here?
Where
the hell am I?
He
jumped at the sound of the door opening….
