Postby Writer » Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:32 pm
It had been a week since Brandon's last "outing" and already he was starting to feel comfortable... what, with the armed forces keeping an eye on his every movement 24/7. Brandon was being watched... and this time it wasn't just by his crazy pedo stalkers or all of his crazy exes... but by the Orzo company's private guard.
As long as I don't do anything suspicious, Brandon thought, I should be fine. But unfortunately, not doing anything suspicious made him an easy target for another group of silent watchers.
Monday, after he turnedd a corner in his apartment complex, Brandon heard a slight rustling sound behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw nothing there. But before he could recall any more, multiple pairs of hands were on him, blinding his vision and gagging him with what appeared to be a spongy ball and layered with duct tape. His arms were tied to his side and his wrists were crossed behind his back. As his feet were tied, he was hoisted over someone's shoulder and taken away.
Brandon didn't scream, fight, or seem surprised. Actually, he was wondering why it took so long for this to happen. Brandon was thrown into a car as it sped off into an unknown direction. After what seemed like hours, Brandon fell asleep.
By the time he woke up, Brandon was retied in a chair, in a fashion where his legs were tied on separate pegs and his hands tied to the armrests. His chest was firmly roped to the back, and the gag had not changed. A lone light shone on him; the rest of the room was in darkness.
Then, a shadowy figure approaced: a man, dressed in blue, about in his early 30's. He smelled of incense and wine. Brandon moaned into the gag, apparently annoyed for the first time during this incident.
"What? Can't a Godfather have a little fun with his Godson?" the man ungagged Brandon, whos pit out the orange spongey ball from his mouth.
"Ugh, Uncle Dilan... why do you have to kidnap me every time you gotta talk to me?" Brandon seemed indifferent and calm, somewhat sarcastic. "You know," he said, "they've invented this fascinating device called an iPhone and mhhppp!!" Dilan replaced the ball inside his godson's mouth.
"Now that's better; don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Alright, so you know your situation: ORzo's on your trail and apparently you're on their black list. You know what that means..."
Brandon spit out the ball. "Ptoh... Yeah, that they're thinking of killing me soon..." Brandon fought the ropes again. "Uncle Dilan, can't you untie me now?"
"I'm afraid not, my boy..." Dilan took out a small handkercheif and stuffed it quickly in Brandon's mouth. Brandon muffled confusedly. Dilan wrapped layers of tape upon each other.
"I'm sorry, Brandon, but under my superiors' command, we've been ordered to transport you out of the country... you're to be sent to America at out sister agency." Brandon was sccreaming now; he didn't want to leave Japan, there was too much unfinished business here. But he was being given no choice, the higher-ups deemed it so. All he could do was watch his uncle Dilan tape his eyes shut, as he was boxed up and shipped off overseas....
Tie me up, put a sock in my mouth, I promise I won't struggle~
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