The Ruins of Mayfair Mall
Tony Martinez was on the verge of completing his first week of being a mall cop. He was one of the top students in the training and the mall staff was ecstatic to have somebody on staff that's actually seen a gym before in their life.
Tony was an intimidating guy six feet tall, broad shouldered, tailored pants, muscular, a handsome face with sharp manly features, and a fresh fade and parted 40s hair cut. He was a like a male model working the mall security. Often getting the nickname Officer McDreamy by the counter girls inside.
Tony liked the job for the most part, given the area the only hooligans he ever had to deal with were the occasional tagged, and high school students.
This particular day he was walking the long halls of the mall, it was around 9:00pm so the only thing still open was the movie theater. He had been tailing a group of known trouble makers all evening. It was three skater mall rat guys. They never buy anything they just hang out there. Tony normally wouldn't resent this so much if they weren't so obnoxious while they were there.
More often than ever patrons from shoppers to mall walkers would complain about the rude things one of them said or did.
He patrolled the empty halls slowly for his final rounds before they locked up after the last matinees. There was stirring around him he could tell.
Somebody was tailing him and trying to conceal themselves.
Light jogging steps behind him sprung Tony into alert mode and he snapped his head around to see the three teens running down a connecting hallway.
“Hey knock that off.” Tony called out after them.
He took to running which was always a pain given dress code asked for dress shoes.
Tony did he best to catch them. He overheard one of the guys say “Quick, into the ruins we can lose him down there.”
Tony watched them cut down a staff entered she was right on there tail until they ran into a poorly lit stairwell that had the sign “Condemned” on it. It was the malls old basement. Built like a bunker in the 1960’s it's fallen into disrepair. Tony had heard of it, but was instructed never to go down there. He'd heard tall tales of everything from asbestos to winos taking shelter down there. It garnered the name the Ruins of Mayfair amongst the local teens.
The last thing Tony wanted to be was chicken. He opened the door to the stairwell and proceeded down the dark flights of stairs. He was equipped with a small flashlight on his belt. Flashing a small but clear path for him to follow down.
They led him to a hollowed out doorway. It looks as though the entire mall had a downstairs shop at some point in time. Walking through he could see the dilapidated small shops piled high with boxes and outdated decorations. It was kind of cool actually. He could understand why teenagers would want to wander through it. But his job was to protect, and he didn't want to get fired for failing to prevent somebody hurting themselves. He continued down to the end of the small shop hall.
“Shhh! Shhh!” Voices from one of the boarded up shops hissed.
Tony followed the sounds and could see a shadow of a man trying to take shelter behind a few boxes. Tony flashed his light over to him and put a small spot light on one of the teenagers faces.
“Hey, stop right there!” Tony said charging after him.
Tony climbed over the towers of boxes, feet clamping tightly on the ground. Too tightly, in fact his feet were caught on something.
He sprinted, or at least tried and toppled over landing face first. This dazed him his vision was blurry along with hindered as he dropped his flashlight a few feet ahead of him. He say two dingy purple Zumiez high top skate sneakers run past the burst of light.
He tried to get up and whilst his head spinning around. He felt three bodies pile atop of him. He managed to throw one off of him, but the guy scrambled back like a pig to a traw.
“This guy's strong I don't think I we can hold him.” One of the guys said.
“We'll hold him just get his arms.” Another said.
Tony felt his arms cinch behind him, he could of thrown them off with ease but that this he took really knocked him silly. He felt like Prince Philip being ambushed by an army of trolls.
His wrists were being bound behind him, it felt like cords. Through the sounds of struggle he heard small clicks, they were zip-tying him. Not just a run of the mill models, these were thick heavy duty ones. They must of planned this. What teenager keeps zip ties on them.
“Got his hands Trevor.” One guy said.
“Good I'll get his feet and we can move on from there.”
Tony felt a sheet of sticky paper tear off his shoes.
“Sorry about the shoes guy hope they weren't expensive.” One punk said to him mockingly.
“Yeah right smells like he hasn't changed his socks in three months.” Said another.
“Gives me an idea.” Trevor said picking up the flashlight.
He flashed it over to the end of the room where he had stored a back pack. He took out a couple lamps and turned one on. It illuminated the room and Tony could see his captors clearly.
“Nick catch.” Trevor said tossing him a roll of duct tape.
Nick caught it spouting out “nice!”
Nick ripped off a single strip and placed it over Tony's mouth.
Trevor gave Nick a puzzled stare, then walked over and punched him in the arm.
“Owe geez dude.” Nick cried back.
“You call that a gag? What is this Scooby Doo? A single strip of tape isn't going to shut anyone up. And we need our friend here nice and silent. Guess I have to do everything myself.” Trevor said bending down to Tony's level.
He ripped off Tony’s tape gag and then his thin long black socks and balled them up. Tony had a feeling he knew what was coming next.
“No wammmmph!” Tony’s protests were muffled by the dirty socks and loud cracking sound of tape being wound around his head.
“Perfect! That ought to keep him quiet while we film down here.” Trevor said standing over Tony.
“We are filming a sizzle reel of some of our best tricks, and this place has just the right atmosphere. Now if behave yourself and stop being a dick we’ll probably untie ya later and let you go.” Trevor continued.
“But if you're not you can squirm down here in the dark until your coworkers find you. Whenever that may be.” Nick mocked.
“Mmm what.” Tony asked barely audible.
“Haha! Come on guys lets start we don't have all nigh…. Oh wait I guess we do. Smell you later loser.” Nick said grabbing the supply bag and his board and climbed out of the shop front.
The rest soon followed suit leaving Tony to struggle in his bonds. They left him one of the lamps so he wasn't totally in the dark.
Those ties were tight and cut into his wrists and ankles, while his gag salty and and clung awkwardly to his clothes from the feverish way it was wound.
Rolling onto his side he wiggling around trying to feel around behind him for anything he could use to break or cut his restraints.
He struggled for about ten minutes which felt like hours. Working up a strong beaded sweat on his forehead. His uniform cloaked in dust from the dirty floor. He managed to slither to the other end of the abandoned shop front the light was faded and he could barely make out anything at this point. He felt something jagged, it was a piece of sheet metal.
Tony grasped it best he could but dropped it
a loud clang. Alarmed he tried to wriggle back to his position from before.
“Well what are you getting yourself into over here porky?” Nick said jumping down to the room.
“We told you to behave yourself and what are you doin’?” Nick said coming closer. He had that bag slung over his shoulder.
“Mmmph Mmmph!” Tony pleaded through the lawyers of socks and tape.
“Sorry man this is the way it has to be.” Nick said rolling Tony onto his side.
Tony kicked and struggled best he could, knowing full well untied he could throw Nick through a wall. Nick sat on his back like Tiby were a steer and caught his bound ankles. Holding them as tight as he could he's used a longer zip tie and connected Tony wrist to ankle, hogging him.
“MMMMMMPH!!!” Tony was definitely bucking wildly now.
He knew he was trapped now. He heard the duct tape cracking again and looked up to see Nick blind him; literally as he haphazardly wrapped Tony's eyes and face with the tape blindfolding him with tape.
“Mmm mmmmm Mmmph! Tony grunted.
“You brought this on yourself man.” Nick fished off his head with the tape tearing it off with his teeth and pasting what was left wrong Tony’s eyes.
“Hmmm not good enough yet…” Nick critiqued.
He sat on the small of Tony’s back and cracked the tape yet again and started to wrap it around Tony's fingers, restricting the movements of his digits until his hands resembled Danny Devito in Batman Returns.
“And now for some real fun!” Nick said kicking off his sneakers.
He bent down and held his left sneaker over Tony's nose and pressed it there.
“Breathe deep little piggy.” Nick taunted his captive.
“Mmmmm!!!” Tony protested the foul stench.
Having his own socks in his mouth seemed punishment enough, but this little prick was sadistic.
“Take it all in. If you want me to stop just grunt like the piggy you are!” Nick said pressing the sneaker harder and harder.
“Mmmrunt! Mmmmurnt!” Tony grunted into the gag just wanting it to stop.
“Awe you didn't like that well you’re gonna hate this!” Nick said sitting down and pressing his rancid black mismatched ankle socks over Tony's unsuspecting face.
“Selfie time!” Nick said snapping pictures with his phone.
He posed his socked feet over Tony's face. Covering his mouth with on foot, pretending to pick his nose with his toe, smacking Tony’s face with his foot. Tony was completely humiliated.
“Alright one final one.” Nick said getting up.
He pressed Tony’s face to the ground with his foot, then took a bird's eye view photo of him posed like a hunter who had caught an impressive game.
“What the fuck are you doing Nick?” Trevor asked as him and Rob returned with the camera.
“Just messing with the porky.” Nick said with an embarrassed smile.
“It looks super gay dude…. Hey Rob why don't we let Nick join his new boyfriend?” Trevor said nudging Rob with his shoulder.
“Nah man wait…” Nick said backing up.
It was no use the two jumped him and slammed him to the ground. Nicks wrists and ankles were soon secured with zip ties. The two didn't stop there they hogtied him just as he had Tony.
“How about matching gags?” Rob suggested.
“I love that idea.” Trevor said ripping off Nicks black ankle socks.
“Nah man this is far enough let me loose… Mmmph mmm.” Nick was cut off by his own socks and the sound of tape being wrapped around his eyes and mouth.
“You’ve had enough fun, we filmed your bite already so why don't you and lover boy just hang out here and get to know eachother better.” Trevor assured him.
“Oh even better idea!” Trevor exclaimed.
He dragged Nick’s bound body in front of Tony who was laying on his stomach. Soon they were face to face. Trevor used the tape and bound them face to face so that the two men looked like they were kissing.
“So cute. Rob take a picture of the happy couple!” Trevor said laughing.
“Mmmph!!”
"MMMPH!”
Both guys protested the situation while the sound of Trevor’s iPhone camera went off and off.
To be continued....