Postby MustBeDreaming » Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:55 am
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It was quite an uneventful walk back to the Spector camp, so we may as well just skip ahead. Within half an hour, Daryl had been marched (and now effectively handcuffed with his hands behind his back, and gagged with a simple rag) to the campsite. While Daryl had seen it many times before, the campsite never failed to impress him. Unlike the Brisbane Lodge, the Spector camp consisted of no buildings. But MANY tents. All in varying sizes, all coloured blue. It was almost too coincidentally perfect in the contrast to the red design of the lodge.
All of the tents were scattered. Some serving as facilities for cooking. And in the center, there were two large tents, each compiled of 8 tents that had been cut and sewn together to form giant tents. One was used for all of their whole-gang gatherings, and another specifically for hosting their "guests".
As they heard the approach, a couple of heads popped out of the individual tents, and sneered as they saw Daryl being marched through. He tried to hold up his head with dignity, not letting anyone see the concern he was secretly feeling.
Daryl was unceremoniously pushed into the large tent on the left. He was surprised to see nothing but a wooden chair in the room. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. The two boys quickly slid off his shoes and socks. They didn't want to damage the tent floor.
The two boys that had assisted Luke in Daryl's kidnapping (he knew them vaguely. He thought their names were Edward and Spencer. They were both his age, but less significant in group status than Daryl.) sat Daryl down on the chair. He didn't bother attempting to struggle. He was smart enough to know it would get him nowhere.
Luke left the room in silence. The two boys moved away from the chair to block the door (such as it was), in silence.
Silence.
Daryl was getting impatient. Luke returned with a fair few coils of rope hanging over his wrist. Daryl wasn't intimidated. He knew that their quarrel wasn't with him personally.
"Alright, Mr D. Here's the deal. You're going to call your good old friend James, and you're going to tell him we want Cameron sent back, as he was before he was kidnapped, and we want all of your clan to apologise to him personally. James will then promise to never approach Lucy again. When Cameron has returned, and confirmed that they all apologised, we will let you go. Is that clear?" - Luke drawled, sounding more like a lawyer with each syllable.
Daryl laughed at Luke. It was muffled, but the general idea was still easy to gather.
"Now, Daryl. You and I both know they're soon going to begin to panic. Just call your friends, and give them our demands."
Daryl shook his head, nice and slow, just to taunt Luke.
"Fine. I'll call him myself."
Luke forced his hand into Daryl's pocket, but Daryl smirked (in his mind). As Luke hammered the buttons, he realised that Daryl's phone had been turned off since school. As soon as his turned it on, the phone inevitably requested a PIN code.
"Are you going to tell me the PIN, and make this nice and easy for yourself?" Luke cocked his head to the side, the words rolling off his tongue.
Daryl just sat in silence. Luke squinted at Daryl, trying to discern whether or not he was starting to crack. Nothing.
Impatient, Luke clicked his fingers, fitting every cliche in the book, and the other two boys moved towards Daryl.
"I see we're going to have to force it out of you. Boys, kindly remove Daryl's gag..."
Daryl was grateful. He knew he'd be in a better position to negotiate now.
"And remove his shirt."
As soon as he felt the hands on his arms again, he began to struggle again. It was damn cold in this tent. He stood up from the chair and moved towards the walls of the tent. However, the boys pushed him against it, and somehow, the reinforced strength of the fabric made the wall completely taut, and no less stable than any standard wall. As he fell to the floor, he felt Spencer holding him down as his shirt was practically torn off by Edward. He began to kick wildly.
"And his pants, too, if he's going to behave that badly." Luke smirked.
At this, Daryl began to mmph some pretty harsh words at Luke, and never stopped kicking. Nonetheless, he was quickly pinned down by the two, and felt his jeans being skilfully unbuttoned, unzipped, slid off.
Daryl had never been self conscious about his body. He'd always had good reason to be proud of it. But it was nonetheless very emasculating to be lying on the floor of a tent, under the control of your enemies. And the fact that he was now only graced by the cover of his black boxer-briefs (He'd made the foolish mistake of picking the tightest pair, since they tended to be the most comfortable), did not make it any easier.
Of course, from there on, getting Daryl back onto the chair was much easier. He wasn't about to go running into the forest in his underwear.
Daryl's legs were quickly, and simply tied to those of the chair. His arms were tied to the chair, behind his back, seeing as the chair had no arms.
The boys removed the rag.
That's when Daryl lost it. A good few explitives were hurled at Luke, and some more at the two boys. Luke just stood and smiled condescendingly.
"Daryl, when will you learn? You've already lost your pants because you weren't being a good boy. Now, if I can't call James, I'm going to have to send someone from our crew over with a message for him, and he won't believe us unless we have a picture. So now I'm giving YOU the choice of how you're going to look in that picture. I mean, I know he's your best friend, but I think even you have some value for your dignity, yes?"
Daryl just glared. He hated Luke for this. But he knew that Cameron would probably be getting worse. And that kept him satisfied.
"Now: What is it going to take for you to tell me that PIN?"