Postby three time's a duct taping » Sat Sep 18, 2010 3:00 pm
(MY internets working again! YAAAAAY)
Alex lay on the cold, desolate van floor for what seemed like hours. His tears had formed a salty crust, and he could barely breathe for the snot clogging up his nose. The duct tape had begun to wrinkle, and cut into his wrists. Suddenly, the van door swung open, and one of his captors stood there staring at the boy. He reached in and, grabbing Alex by his dirty hair, dragged him out of the van, where he landed with a thud upon the concrete.
The kidnapper stooped, and, cutting off the tape, said:
"What's your name, kid?" A note of sympathy seeping into his voice.
"Alex" The scared boy replied. The man ordered him to turn around, where he bound his wrists with a cable tie.
"I'll have you on a leash. Follow me." In doing so, he strapped a collar around Alex's throat, and put a bag over his head, saying:
"Don't lag behind."
The walk toward this unknown location was long and arduous, Alex falling or tripping several times. Every time he did, he felt a hard yank on the collar, which, he supposed, was a way of 'helping' him up. They walked for hours, until he was stopped, and the bag whipped off his head. He saw before him a pleasant-looking college, with a thatched roof and an inviting red door. His house had a red door, too. Alex wanted to go home. Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong? The questions left him on the verge of tears, a hard lump forming in his throat.He heard footsteps, and thought that they might be answered soon.
A tall, skinny man was walking purposefully towards him. He had an air of power about him, Alex thought. The tall man approached the other, saying,
"Is this another one? You're doing well this week. Five childeren in as many days! The baron will indeed be pleased."
He looked at Alex.
"Do you know why you're here?"
Alex shook his head.
"Its because your Parents don't want you. You're here to be sold to a new family. one that you will find... a purpose for...what that purpose is, however..."
He leaned in close,
"Is up to them."
His words struck like hammers upon Alex's heart. His parents? He looked back over the past few months, and tried to find something that he did, but... well... there was that time he tried smoking, but... no... his parents wouldn't give him up for that.........would they?
The tall man took the leash and lead Alex away. Alex stumbled. The tall man spun in a terrible fury, and backhanded Alex, hard, upon the cheek. The blow stung, and Alex cried out. The tall man took a hankie from his pocket, and cleave-gagged the boy, roaring
"YOU WILL NEVER UTTER A SOUND IN MY PRESCENCE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION. AM I CLEAR?!?!?"
Alex recoiled and nodded fast.
"Good, now on our way."
Alex kept pace the entire time, hoping not to feel the wrath of the tall man upon his reddening cheek.
"Now listen," the man began,"You will stay here, with the other unwanted little boys and girls, until the Auction, Whereupon you will be sold into another, more loving family." The tall man cut the cable tie with a pair of pliers from his pocket. "Take off your clothes. Now."
Alex was frightened at the command, but did as he was told. In a moment he was just to his boxers.
"All of them"
Alex, poor, lonely Alex, Couldn't. He just couldn't. Not in front of him. Not in front of anyone. No. Never...
"NOW!!"
Alex hesitated. The veins on the tall man's neck started to pop with rage.
"NOOOW!!!"
Alex took a step back. The tall man lunged forward and seized his wrist, rubbing against the ugly marks left by his bindings. The tall man singled out his baby finger and held the pliers to it. His voice quietened.
"All of them. Or I think you know what happens next"
Alex looked into the man's black, remorseless eyes...