## Jack

Post by Three » Sun May 09, 2010 2:53 pm

It's pretty long and well, I hope you enjoy it!
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As the school bell rang the playground was soon filled with overcrowded groups of teenagers, waiting impatiently for their buses, texting on their mobiles and just gossiping about the dayâ€™s events. All wanting to get home to enjoy the short weekend they would have to savour before coming back to schedules and early nights!
A boy stood on the outside of the school gates, His hair was bushy and dark brown, reaching down to his cheeks. He had bright green eyes, noticeable from a far distant, he also had a muscular shaped body that was clothed in his school uniform â€“ a red blazer, grey and red tie, white plan shirt that was two buttons undone, alongside his black school trousers and black trainers. He stood in a slouch position with his black and white Nike bag weighing down his left shoulder. The boys name was Jack Finch.
Son of a wealthy lawyer of a father and a mother who spent her life devoted to him.
The breeze was calm, as it only slightly brushed leaves along the road. The day was still early with the sun was still shining in the sky just hiding behind the few clouds. Jack began walking down the road away from his school, making his way back home hoping to catch his favourite television program.
As he power walked farther from his school, but towards home, he felt a feeling of uncertainty, like something unpleasant was going to happen. He stroked his neck with his hand, brushing his hair but continued to walk on. He passed the local newsagents, tilting his head to his fellow students who were munching on sweets outside.
When he had walked past the shops the feeling inside his belly grew larger and every step grew even more uncertain. But, he continued to walk on. With the field that separated the road from his house in sight, he started to slow his pace.
He only had a few lampposts and houses to past, alongside two alleyways. He was warned by near every adult in his town to never go down alleys â€“ his mother filled his mind with terrors of murder and rapeâ€¦ he knew she just watched too many films.
Passing the first alley he loosened and seemed to forget there was another to come. As he came nearer to the fence to the field he soon started walking past the last alley. He dared a glimpse into the gap between the two walls. Usually heâ€™d see the other side of it but this time there was a blue van, looking quite old and dented. The van didnâ€™t hold his attention too long as he noticed a woman beside it, looking into his eyes.
The woman had a brown coat on, similar to ones detectives would wear in cartoons. She had black glasses and a blue baseball cap. Although her coat was buttoned up she still had a yellow and green flowered dress revealing by her legs, which soon lead to her matching yellow shoes. Although you couldnâ€™t fully see her face or body she looked attractive with her blonde flowing hair that reached to her chest.
â€œPlease, help me!â€ she called to Jack; he stiffened like a board â€“ shocked that the woman had even bothered calling to him. He stopped and fully turned towards her as she took her hands from her pockets â€“ showing her odd painted red nails â€“ and signalled for him to come closer.
Many thoughts went through Jackâ€™s mind for instance everything his mother had told him. But this woman did seem genuinely in need of help and, well, she didnâ€™t look like any criminal. Even if she did try to attack him, although he was fifteen and she looked in her middle thirties, he could easily fight her off.
Taking uneasy steps into the alley, feeling its darkness, he walked over to her. As he walked he put his blazer into his bag and then put both of the straps onto his shoulders, then he folded up the sleeves of his shirt that revealed his quite muscular muscles. The woman beamed a smile back at him as he came closer.
â€œWhat, uhâ€¦ seems to be the problem?â€ Jack asked, stuttering and stroking his neck â€“ his habit in awkward situations. â€œWellâ€¦â€ she replied, opening her van door, â€œI was hoping if you could come with usâ€¦â€ Jack stood bemused at the word â€˜usâ€™ but as the van door finally opened inside crouched a man.
The man had slick black hair and was wearing blue jeans, black t-shirt and a black suit jacket. Same like the woman, he wore black glasses. His mouth wide open, Jack stood confused â€“ turning to the woman then to the man.
Before saying a word he knew instinct â€“ run. Dropping his bag to the floor he began running back out of the alley, the man soon pursued with the woman who just flung his bag into the back of the van. Both males began panting and before the sun could shine on Jackâ€™s face he was pulled back by the collar.
Like an insect in a spiderâ€™s web, he was drawn closer by the man until his back touched the manâ€™s belly. His head knocked just below the manâ€™s chin. A strong hand gripped around his neck and another hand placed firmly over his mouth and jaw. Kicking, Jack started yelling and flying his legs into the air. His body dragged by the manâ€™s as he was being pulled back to the van, the woman was waiting by the door.
â€œMmph, mmmph!â€ cried Jack, his hands trying to withdraw the firm hand on his mouth. As they came to the side of the van - a tight squeeze between the walls â€“ the boyâ€™s body was swirled so he faced the inside of the van. With a push and release of arms he was shoved into the back of the van with the man soon jumping in after. The woman jumped in after them and slung the door shut â€“ enclosing Jack in a tight spot with two complete strangers.

### Re: Jack

Post by Three » Sun May 09, 2010 2:54 pm

A part 2!
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Jack collapsed into the van wall and just as he tried to get to his feet he was dragged down to the metal floor of the vehicle. Flying punches at the figure; the man dodged all attempts then pushed the boy onto his back, sat on the bottom of his belly and drew the flying hands up into a pinned position. â€œGet the hell off me!â€ Jack screamed, screaming at the manâ€™s face â€“ tempted to spit. The woman just leaned against the wall and observed but soon knelt down near to Jackâ€™s face.
The man breathed heavily over Jack as he tried to regain his breath, his stench wrecking from his armpits and from his mouth. Jack placed the bottom of his feet on the floor and began to thrust his body up but the man held him strongly down. Groaning, Jack tried to shake his arms out of the manâ€™s grip but was also to no prevail.
The woman sighed, sympathetically, and began to stroke Jackâ€™s hair. â€œGet off of my, youâ€¦â€ he pushed his body in a thrust up then continued, â€œPerverts!â€ the womanâ€™s reaction was laughter but the manâ€™s was nothing.
Raising her painted nailed finger to his lips she took her sunglasses from her face revealing blue, bright eyes. â€œI know you like this, Jackâ€ she giggled, and then whispered â€œIâ€™ve been watching what youâ€™ve been searching on the internetâ€¦â€ he gasped and stopped moving. â€œYou mental, nut job! You cre-!â€ he was soon cut off by the press of a light finger on his lips and a hissed hush.
â€œI know youâ€™ll be a good boy, Jack, because if you donâ€™t obey me then I can always get my friend here to make youâ€¦â€ she giggled and looked to the man who also laughed, his misshaped teeth chattering, â€œYou donâ€™t want that do you, eh, Sport?â€ he asked. Jack just held still, confused by the situation.
â€œShould we tie him now, or later?â€ asked the man, sitting up and letting go off Jackâ€™s arms. Jack immediately sat up and began flying his arms at the manâ€™s face but soon found himself slammed down on the vanâ€™s hard, metal floor - his head hit it hard. He swore in pain and felt a tight grip around his neck, pushing down. Opening his eyes he looked to his throat and found the manâ€™s firm hand tightened around it â€“ yet not too tight. Trying to push the hand from his throat, he placed both his hands on the manâ€™s.
The man looked at Jack and laughed, then hissed into his ears â€œNo movements nowâ€¦â€ then released his hand gripping the boyâ€™s neck. Jack cursed inside his head; he was weak compared to this guy! Though, he remained still and put his arms out to his sides, trying not to touch the manâ€™s legs (yet not too far out).
The woman looked at Jack then paused, the van kept in silence for a moment. "Iâ€™ll drive and you keep himâ€¦ " she stopped a moment then finished, "Being a good boy". With that said she crawled into the driverâ€™s seat and turned on the engine, her eyes pouncing back and forth into the car mirror. Jack and she shared few glances; the boyâ€™s main attention was on the man sitting on him.
The man withdrew a lighter from his left pocket and a cigarette from his right. Lighting it up he soon began breathing it directly into Jackâ€™s face, who just coughed and waved the air. Jack put his head back and started to sigh, he knew he wasnâ€™t going to make it home in time for his show but his main worry was if he was ever going to get homeâ€¦
He remained still for the journey, occasionally twitching his feet and trying to move about but every movement would be felt by the guy sitting on top of him. He scanned the van, noticing his school bag by the bottom of his feet, pink dice hanging at the front of the car and no windows to look out from, oh and a weird poster that looked like it was from an old movie.
The ride became even more uncomfortable as the van started to become bumpy - as it made its way on country lanes. The road wasnâ€™t made of cement and was simply made from small stones that flicked up at the van sides. Jack hoped itâ€™d pop a wheel but it didnâ€™t. And from the only window at the front, the sky was getting darker but not dark enough for it to be night. What would Jackâ€™s parents be thinking?
Last edited by Three on Sun May 09, 2010 3:04 pm, edited 2 times in total.

### Re: Jack

Post by Three » Sun May 09, 2010 2:55 pm

Part 3!
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Soon the van came to a halt and stopped with squeaky wheels. It had stopped on the outside of an old, wooden, abandoned Victorian house. It was white and grey, with the occasional mose and mould on the boarded up window panes. The garden had a wooded porch which was vandalised with graffiti â€“ but who would care? Not as if anyone would live here and cared. The overall look of the house was creepy and it resembled one from a horror movie that was haunted and possessed with ghosts.
The van door flung open from the outside, casting light into the van, as the woman opened it. Jack turned his head to look outside and just found himself looking at over grown weeds and tall trees. â€œWhe-where..-â€ Jack stuttered but before finishing his sentence he found himself gripped by the underarm as the man dragged him to his feet. Pushing the boy out the van and making him fall to the floor, the man put his cigarette to the floor and breathed in the fresh air.
Jack tried to push himself up by found a heel on his back, the heel of the woman. â€œDid I say you could stand up?â€ she asked her tone angry. Jack just blankly looked up at her, confused. â€œWhatâ€¦?â€ he replied, his tone confusion.
â€œIâ€™m your master now, you have to do what I say!â€ she hissed, placing her heel onto the floor. She just sighed and indicated to the man. He soon dragged Jack to his feet and was now pushing him to the house by his collar, like he was an object or animal.
The man kicked the door open, not carrying if it broke, and then walked into the centre of what seemed the living room. It had: an old, pink sofa with holes, a wooden table with two chairs, a smashed television, empty cardboard boxes and a broken drawer with no draws. Jack was flung onto the sofa with no care what so ever. The man drew a chair from the table and brought it so it was facing Jack.
Soon the woman, Jackâ€™s supposed master, she had Jackâ€™s bag in her hand and a pair of car keys in the other which she slipped into her coat pocket. She sniffed the air and smiled, â€œNothing tastes better than home sweet home, right?â€ she giggled, walking to the table. She began to unzip Jackâ€™s bag and pour itâ€™s insides out, Jack stood up and yelled â€œHey! You canâ€™t do that!â€ but soon found the man standing up so he took back to his seat and swore.
The woman wasnâ€™t interested in Jackâ€™s books but kept on reading out â€œJack Finch, Jack Finchâ€ which came annoying to Jack. She soon found what she was looking for â€“ his mobile phone. Scrunching his face up, Jack had hoped that the woman wouldnâ€™t have checked. Now how was he going to get out of this tricky situation?
â€œWe can burn this all later but first we better send a message to little Jackâ€™s mumâ€¦ she must be getting worried, donâ€™t you think, Jack?â€ she sarcastically asked, flipping his phone on and scrolling through his contacts. â€œYou canâ€™t do that! Sheâ€™ll just ring like she alwa-â€¦â€ Jack stopped himself. He swore at himself for being so stupid.
The woman clicked her heels towards Jack then sat beside him. His body was bent back and his hands placed on the sofa â€“ ready to jump up at any moment. She placed her hand on his cheek, â€œWhatâ€™s that, sweetie? Your mum always calls?â€ she played her innocent voice and Jack just pushed her hand away. â€œI didnâ€™t say thatâ€¦â€ he said, hesitantly, he knew that they knew he was lying but he just had to go along with it.
â€œOh, but I think you didâ€¦â€ she laughed, â€œThatâ€™s why youâ€™re going to call her and tell her that everything is alright. Isnâ€™t that right, Kevin?â€ she turned to the man. Kevin. He stood up and crossed his arms, smirking at Jack whose face was petrified.
â€œI, I canâ€™tâ€¦ If I say Iâ€™m at a friendâ€™s sheâ€™ll just want to talk to their mum!â€ he said, stuttering throughout it. The woman just laughed and turned towards the phone, clicking the dial for his mum, â€œWell, I can be the mum!â€ then turning the phone on speaker the voice of Jackâ€™s mum appeared on the other end.
â€œJack, what do you think youâ€™re playing at?â€ his mother screeched down the phone, Jack began stuttering and as he looked at Kevin which made the situation seemed even more uneasy. â€œIâ€™m at a friendâ€™sâ€ he said, emotionless, his eyes set on Kevin.
â€œWhat friendâ€™s?â€ his mother replied, the woman held her finger to Jackâ€™s mouth and took the phone off dial. â€œHello, Ms Finch? Iâ€™m one of your sonâ€™s friendâ€™s mumsâ€, her voice was sweet and almost welcoming. But her personality wasnâ€™t!
The conversation seemed to go on for a while and the woman seemed to actually enjoy it, playing the role of something she wasnâ€™t. Jack kept on feeling the urge of wanting to cry out â€“ this was his chance. Then heâ€™d see Kevin seeing him. But maybe if his parents knew then his stay with these whackos wouldnâ€™t be as longed as they hoped.
â€œMum, donâ€™t listen to her!â€ he cried out, the room was left in silence. Both of the adults turned to Jack, astounded although they seemed like they were expecting it. Kevin ran over to Jack and covered his mouth, preventing anymore words. He also held his hand around his belly. Meanwhile, the woman was explaining that how Jack always played pranks around her on the phone, she made up even more stories. Turning towards Kevin she placed her eyes into another room that had its door slightly opened. Kevin soon lifted Jack off the floor then to the room â€“ kicking open the door again.

### Re: Jack

Post by Three » Sun May 09, 2010 2:56 pm

Part 4!
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In the room was a bed, one of the springy ones. Jack was pushed onto the bed while the man pulled some rope from under the bed as if they were put there by plan. â€œNow, keep quiet and I wonâ€™t do it as tight, ok?â€ the man moaned, fiddling with the ropes. When he soon had them unknotted he knelt down on the bed beside Jack who seemed to be shaking more than normal.
â€œNow turn aroundâ€¦â€ the man commanded, his voice low but harsh. Jack immediately responded and turned around.
Taking Jackâ€™s arms he placed them behind his back, and then pushed Jack to lie on his belly. Putting his arms so his hands touched the otherâ€™s elbow Kevin began tying two loops at both wrists with the others arm.
Then he took a longer length and started wrapping it around his arm just above Jackâ€™s elbow. Then taking the rope around Jackâ€™s body he soon wrapped it around the other side. He continued the same process â€“ bringing it to the other before there was none left. Already Jack felt his arms immobilised and hurting, the rope was tight and was digging into his skin.
The man placed his hands under Jackâ€™s belly then turned him around so they met face to face. In his hand he held a rubber, red ball attached to pieces of leather. It was a ball gag. Jack immediately started panicking, trying to move his arms to his front â€“ forgetting they were tied. â€œYou freaking dare put that near meâ€¦â€ Jack spit, turning his face away from the gag that was being pulled to him.
The man put his hand to Jackâ€™s chin and forcefully lifted it up, â€œOpen, nowâ€¦â€ Kevin commanded. Jack remained still, his lips pursued together and teeth grinded. â€œPlay it the hard way, eh?â€ Kevin laughed then with his hand he slapped it across the boyâ€™s face, burning up a fire. Jack cried and Kevin seized the opportunity to put the gag in but it only managed to get past the lips â€“ the teeth still preventing it.
â€œYou open up now or else I hit you again, harderâ€¦â€ hissed Kevin, his hand raised and ready to blow. Jack knew he had no other option, well one being to be slapped in the face, so he slowly opened his mouth. Quietly sobbing that he was defeated.
The ball pressed against his teeth and as his mouth grew wider it slipped in between his jaw. Kevin pushed it in as far as it would go then strapped the ends together, lifting Jackâ€™s head up to see the buckle.
Jack tried to say something but it came out as a muffle, as silent as if he said nothing.
He began to panic; no one would be able to hear him!
Taking more rope the man started on Jackâ€™s legs. He looped it around above and below his knee then his ankles too.
Pushing Jack onto his belly, Kevin took his last strand off rope and tied the ankles to the arms creating a hogtie. Jack moaned and pushed his face into the bed, he was already uncomfortable.
Tying the knot off the guy took Jackâ€™s tie from around his neck, â€œIâ€™ll be backâ€¦â€ then tied it across his face making a blindfold. Jack wept as he heard footsteps walk on creaky boards and the sound of a closed door.
Jack was in trouble, deep trouble.

### Re: Jack

Post by Three » Sun May 09, 2010 2:57 pm

I know I shouldn't have posted so much at one time but I couldn't help it. Opinions and what should happen next?

### Re: Jack

Post by kidnapplz » Sun May 09, 2010 4:23 pm

A very cool story. I wish i was jack. The boy kidnaped

### Riveting little drama...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun May 09, 2010 5:51 pm

...of which I hope to see more soon! Excellent!
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: Jack

Post by dex » Fri May 14, 2010 2:58 am

nice story, i want to know what happens to jack next
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.