I rocked a little when the car slowed. "I think we're getting off the highway."
"Hank and Jack are in the car trying to catch up with you."
I didn't think they'd catch up in time.
"Okay, the car just slowed. We're pulling into somewhere. I see a cement ceiling." I swallowed tightly. Fear was clogging my throat. "We're going down."
"Like a parking garage?"
"Yeah, maybe."
How the hell would I know? It was darker than it had been a moment ago, and I could definitely see cement above me. We could be in a parking garage or driving into hell, or both.
I was going with both.
"Okay, we're stopping now. If you could find me soon, that'd be great." I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like whatever was coming my way.
I was pulled out of the backseat of the car as if I were a bag of potatoes. I grunted when I was tossed over someone's shoulder. The man's rigid shoulder dug into my stomach until I thought I was going to puke.
My head hung down and my arms dangled, swinging as I was carried through a door and then down a long hallway. All I could see was the cement floor as it passed.
We went through another doorway and I was laid down on something soft, but hard. I wanted to scream in protest when the two goons who had taken me started stripping my clothes from my limp body.
"Ian!" I screamed silently since I couldn't do it out loud. "They're taking my clothes."
"What?" Ian shouted right back. "Are they hurting you?"
"Not yet, but…" I had a feeling it was coming. "Please hurry."
"We're coming, Kaito. Don't give up."
I wasn't sure that was a choice I had.
It enraged me that I couldn't fight back. I couldn't even lift a finger in protest or cover my bare groin once my clothes were stripped from my body. I just had to lie there in all my naked glory.
Normally, I didn't mind being naked, but I usually got to choose when that happened. I didn't like it when the choice was taken away from me. I especially didn't like the lustful leers aimed in my direction from the two goons taking my clothes. They were clearly enjoying themselves. I just couldn't tell if it came from looking at my body or the control they currently had over me.
I wasn't sure it mattered. Anyone who could get aroused from having an unwilling body under their control was a rat bastard in my book. They deserved to go to hell right along with Atkins.
A collar was locked around my neck and my wrists were placed in restraints attached to the side of whatever I was lying on. I clearly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
My mind screamed in denial when something cold and inflexible was fitted around my penis and balls. I couldn't lift my head to see what it was, but I knew I didn't want it on me. When my legs were pulled apart and something just as cold and inflexible was shoved into my ass, I couldn't stop the tears sliding out of my eyes and down my face.
I swore to myself, if I made it out of this alive, I was going to find these two goons and rip their balls off. They had no right to touch me let alone cage me up against my will.
When one of the goons moved up to fiddle with the collar around my throat, I glared up at him. I hoped he saw the hatred in my eyes. The man didn't even acknowledge I was alive. He just hooked something to the collar.
My eyes widened when I saw him hold a syringe of blue liquid in the air. He squirted out a little bit. A moment later, I felt a painful prick in my arm. I screamed silently when fire lit up my veins. It felt like hot lava. The pain was indescribable, burning through me and taking away my ability to breathe.
By the time it lessened, I was panting for air.
"The ceiling is cement," I sent to Ian absently as I stared up. "I think I'm in some sort of underground room. It's large and sounds kind of hollow. I can see pipes going across the ceiling."
"Can you move yet?" Ian asked.
"No."
"Keep trying."
