Fair warning, there is some mild swearing in this. You have been warned.
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PART 1:
Time: 10:36
Date: Thursday, 06 May 2011
Location: A farmhouse on the border of Houghton-Le-Spring and Durham
THE PHONE CALL
“Yo! Dee! Where the fuck are you man? I’ve been waiting around for half an hour,†I told down the phone, kind of annoyed.
“Dude, don’t worry. We got caught in accident traffic on the A19 but we’re almost there,†Dee replied reassuringly.
“Alright then man. I guess I’ll see you soon then†I said, smiling slightly.
“Yeah, we’re about five minutes away so see you†he said.
“Okay man, see you†and with that said I hung up the phone.
I put my mobile down on the kitchen table and picked up some rope. I twiddled it with my thumbs for a few minutes while I waited. But that got boring, so I switched to spinning a set of hand cuffs around on my finger. Within minutes I could hear the rumbling of the diesel engine from Dees mums Audi A4 approaching the farm house along the dirt track. I looked out of the window and could see the silver car approaching slowly, gathering a bit of dust behind it.
I threw the handcuffs to the side, put on some shoes and a pair of shades to block out the brightness of the sun. As I opened the door it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, the reflection from it shining on the car didn’t help. The door opened and out stepped my good buddy Dee. (Details: Age: 16 Height: 6â€00 Build: Average/Athletic Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde) We greeted each other with our usual hug, a signature greeting between me and my friends. His mum drove off and we waited till she was nothing more than a speck in the distance.
THE ARRIVAL
We entered the house and I took the time to ‘admire’ Dees attire, he was wearing a light blue v-neck t-shirt, white three, quarter length shorts and some white plimsols. He was clearly dressed for the country. “Dude, seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?†I asked looking him up and down.
“What? Is this not appropriate?†Dee asked me innocently.
“Well, those are some nice clothes, we don’t want them getting ruined. Not really for getting dirty out here in the countryside†I told him. He looked into his bag, but he had nothing for that sort of thing. I sighed deeply “Don’t worry, we’re the same size, you can lend something of mineâ€
I took him up stairs and let him loose in my casual country wear wardrobe. Immediately he picked out a plaid t-shirt, some jeans with a few rips in them and a pair of airwalks (I know, not really country shoes but have to have a bit of style) He began to change into those clothes while I stood in the doorway.
“Do you mind not watching me undress?†he asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
“My house, I look where I like†I replied with a smirk on my face.
He glared at me, but it didn’t stop him continuing. Within seconds he had completely finished changing and began querying what we were going to do. So I gave him my honest answer.
“Well, the country is currently under nuclear threat because Bin Laden was killed, so we have to be prepared incase we end up in a FallOut like situation or the terrorist decide to kidnap us, torture us, or hold us hostage. We always have to be prepared†I told him.
“Ah, Hostages? Kidnapped? That explains the handcuffs on the floor in the kitchen.†He said, smirking. “So what do we do?†He asked eagerly.
“Well, we’re going to start by going into the old barn and then we shall commence.†I answered.
THE HOSTAGE SITUATION
He quickly slipped the shoes onto his feet and started walking; I followed after him till we got outside then I opened the big barn door to let him see what was inside. I could tell from his facial expression what was eager turned to a small level of fear. He stepped into the barn and looked around, marveled by the amount of places and ways in there to be held captive.
“So, what do you want to do first?†I asked casually.
“Where can I even begin? I don’t know what does what,†Dee replied cautiously.
“Well just point somewhere and we’ll take it from there†I instructed.
He slowly raised his arm, pointed his finger and moved it into the direction of a cage in the corner of the barn near our old pick-up truck. (Note: I have a cage because it used to be used for our border collies while they were moving around as they were restless. It’s also big enough to fit 3 fully grown dogs in it, and fit’s into the back of a Land Rover Discovery II when the seats are down, so you can grasp the size) He thought he was playing it safe, getting locked in a cage, but he was wrong. I walked him over to it and instructed him to lie down on his stomach which he did so without any objections. From the bed of the pick-up I got my specially modified handcuffs/leg irons (I welded the chains together so it was a 4 way lock for wrists and ankles) and shackled his wrists behind his back, bent his knees and moved his ankles accordingly so he was in a hog tie position, but with chains. I next took a normal pair of steel handcuffs and locked one ratchet in place on the 4 way chain and then lifted them up to the bars of the cage and looped it then secured the second ratchet in the same place as the first one. This had Dee slightly suspended causing a little strain on his arms, but he’s a big boy, he can handle it. My next job was to shut him up, nothing worse than a nagging captive. So I went back into the truck and pulled out a scarf, I put it in his mouth and used it as a cleave gag. Still trying to simulate terrorist situations. I doubt Al-Qaida use duct tape or ball gags.
Dee spent a lot of time wriggling and squirming trying to get himself free (his first time as a captive bless him) but it was useless. I was moving stuff around, going backwards and forwards, but everywhere I went his head followed as far as his neck would allow it to turn. It was a little creepy. So I had to do something about it. Solution, a blindfold. I found an old bandana so I opened the cage and wrapped it around his head covering his eyes.
I left him while I worked on replacing the electronics in my winch on the pick-up as I had an idea. It only took 25 minutes so I built a ramp going up to the trucks bed. With that done, I used the winch to haul the cage onto the bed of the truck. But by now Dee seemed lifeless.
“Dee? Buddy? You wanna be free?†I asked.
He gave a gentle nod, didn’t even try to speak. So I immediately got him loose from his bounds and made him able to see and speak again.
“You son of a bitch. I better be allowed to get you back for this later on†he sniggered.
“Don’t worry you’ll get your chance, but we aren’t done here yet†I told him.
I tore a sleeve off him and told him to take off his shoes. While he did that I ruffled his hair a bit, and wiped my oil covered hands on his cheeks so he looked a little bit dirty. (Adorable if I may so myself) I threw his shoes into the trucks cab and closed up the cage with him still in it.
“What are you doing?†He asked.
“We’re going to go for a little drive, that’s allâ€
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Right, glad I got that over with. An introduction building up to later events. It's a little long, but I'm a writer, I try to include detail as best as I can. And it takes too long to right each peice so I'll upload them in parts. Hope you guys enjoy.